Chapter 1628 Pan Yinyin [6]

"No wonder I feel the breath of Yue'er on her body...that's how it is." Nalan Jing clutched his chest, his face was as pale as snow, he took a deep breath, "I'm going to get Yue'er back now."

"It's useless, she is Yin'er now, she won't come back with you." Yan Xin frowned.

"I said, how could the master not want us, and even beat us... So she is Pan Yinyin, she is the idea of ​​the master's previous life." Xiao Xuan'er's face was stunned, and then he frowned in doubt, "But Pan Isn't Yinyin's thoughts belong to the master? Besides, Pan Yinyin died a long time ago, so how could she control the master's body?"

Sheng'er also looked puzzled. 4

"That's Yin'er's obsession! Yin'er died of hatred more than 60,000 years ago. The hatred for Di Yuchen in her heart was too deep, so she left behind a trace of obsession, which has not dissipated. This time it should be in Yue'er When the injury is in danger and the consciousness falls into a deep sleep, Yin'er's obsession dominates the body." I have to say that Yanxin's analysis is almost inseparable, as if she saw it with her own eyes.

"Then how can we wake up the memory that belongs to the master?" Sheng'er frowned, with a worried expression on her face.

"Pan Yinyin's obsession?" Nalan Jing frowned.

"Unless Yue'er's consciousness is awakened, Yue'er can really wake up." Yan Xin sighed softly, "I just don't know how Yue'er's consciousness is now..."

"Jing'er, where are you going?" Yan Xin glanced at the distant figure in front of her, and hurriedly caught up and asked.

"I'm going to get Yue'er back." There was an extremely firm aura in the soft voice.

"She will kill you!" Yan Xin shouted.

"If I can't bring her back safely, I'd rather die!" The cold and relaxed figure was extremely resolute and decisive.

"Hey..." Yanxin didn't stop her anymore, but sighed heavily. She knows Chen'er's temperament best. Once a decision is made, it will hardly change. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been in Panyinyin more than 60,000 years ago. After he died, he chose to blew himself up, and he would not accompany her through three lifetimes, never leaving her. This shows how deep his affection for Pan Yinyin is! !

I only hope that he can wake up Yue'er's sleeping consciousness!

"My lord, wait for us..." Xiao Xuan'er and Sheng'er hurriedly followed, how could it be less of them to find the master.

They didn't accompany the master before so that the master faced so many dangers alone, this time they won't leave no matter what!

...

The last rays of the setting sun fell on the edge of the day, and the surroundings became completely dark, and there was a solitude between the sky and the earth, only a few cicadas were left.

"sand……"

The evening wind blows, the branches sway, and the shadows are faint.

In the quiet night, the lonely figure walked aimlessly on the winding bluestone path in the forest, and the hesitation and sadness rushed to her like a tide, wrapping her up, making her even more lonely.

The dead leaves falling with the wind seem to be singing the sadness of this moment.

You can't see your fingers, only the silvery white moonlight shines on your shoulders. Only the slender figure of the young girl can be seen on the cold hilltop, carrying too much burden...

Those eyes that were as clear as lake water in the past were full of tears, scarlet, confused, painful, helpless...

Di Yuchen is dead...

Why?

Isn't the person he loves Tianmeng?

Why did he blew himself up? Is it really for her...

No!

She doesn't believe it!

If he really loves her, then why did he never visit her when she was imprisoned more than 60,000 years ago, but turned around and married Tianmeng as the crown princess!

So, she doesn't believe it! !

Unless he said it himself! !

No... even if he said it himself, she wouldn't believe it! Isn't it enough to taste the pain of more than 60,000 years ago? Do you still want to be cheated by him again?

He died, that's what he deserved, that's what he deserved!

But why does my heart hurt so much, it's almost numb from the pain...

Faltering, stumbling, and about to fall, a broad, powerful and warm palm quickly reached out to support her soft and slender body.

It's so familiar...

She raised her head mechanically, and saw those purple eyes full of tenderness and concern, just like before...

"Chen..." She looked at him obsessively and murmured.

The next moment she ruthlessly pushed him away, "No, you are not Chen, you are not him, although you both look exactly the same, even your eyes are the same, but you are not him! You are not..."

Their breath is different.

Even after more than 60,000 years, she can still tell the difference at a glance.

Can't forget?

She got up from the ground and continued walking aimlessly.

Nalan Jing quietly followed behind.

"Don't follow me..." A cold and heartless voice came from the front.

He still followed closely behind.

"Don't follow me anymore!" She turned her head suddenly, staring coldly at Nalan Jing in front of her with a pair of ruthless eyes.

"I'm not leaving."

"Shua!"

The long sword cut through the air, and the cold edge of the sword rested on his slender neck.

"Give you three seconds to disappear from my sight, or I will kill you!"

"I said I won't leave! Even if you kill me, I won't leave!" The forceful sword aura lingered around his neck, Nalan Jing still didn't frown, his purple eyes were calm.

"Don't think I dare not kill you!" Pan Yinyin exerted a little force on the sword in his hand, the sharp blade cut his skin, and a trace of bright red blood ran down the sword, dripping on the ground, submerged in the dark.

"If you kill me, I won't leave either!"

"Why are you following me!" Pan Yinyin frowned.

"Because you look a lot like my wife...I'm waiting for her to come back." The purple eyes, as clear as lake water, stared affectionately at the beautiful face opposite.

Pan Yinyin's breath was suffocated by that sea-like gaze, and she felt suffocated for a moment. At this moment, she seemed to see the man she once loved so affectionately staring at her so affectionately.

dust……

She shook her head, with a mocking sneer on the corner of her mouth, but the man she loved so much betrayed her, betrayed their oath, and was no longer her dust...

"She looks like me, so what does it matter to me? I'm not your wife, don't follow me anymore! Otherwise, I'll really kill you!" Pan Yinyin regained consciousness, snorted coldly, put away the The sword continued to move forward.

Nalan Jing still followed behind unhurriedly.