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His tone, demeanor, and even the changes in his body were all carefully observed by Wang Xin, and she knew clearly what he wanted to express behind this sentence.

"Sure enough, he couldn't let go......" she thought secretly, her heart gloomy.

She smiled bitterly and said in disappointment;

"What do I mean...... What I mean is that you go with me to a place where no one is around, we have so many precious exercises, and while you practice, you can live, and you can also go to all parts of the world to walk around and see...... Isn't it good? ”

She thought of the place where the spiritual energy was dense in the mountains of Zhenhai Sect, and the Baiyun Temple in Chaoyang Mountain.

Or maybe there were other places she hadn't discovered yet, and anyway, she believed there were many more.

Xiao Yi's brows furrowed, but she wondered if it would cause her unhappiness again.

But then, as if touched by something, he suddenly realized, and he shouted in his heart;

"That's right, that's it, since I recognized her as a lady...... No, after she came back from the Immortal Sect, my fighting spirit slowly wore out.

Right now...... The brothers have also driven me away, and I, I have nothing but her......"

He finally understood why he had been looking forward to Wang Xin being by his side recently, and he didn't even take a step away.

He is like a dog who is afraid of losing his master, and like a child who is afraid of losing his mother, whenever Wang Xin is not around, he feels so hesitant and helpless.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still practice to make up for it, he didn't know if he would have used wine to drown his sorrows and get drunk for a long time.

Not to mention that when she finally returned to him, he was like Ah Huang in his own family when he saw him, trying his best to scrape his tail, hoping that he could give him some warmth, and even bones.

And if he stares at himself and stretches out his finger, isn't Ah Huang just like his current self, aggrieved and scared and shrinks back into his kennel?

"Because Ah Huang knows that if he makes me unhappy, I really will...... Beat it up ......"

Xiao Yi thought sadly, he had been made miserable by Wang Xin several times before, didn't he feel like he was beaten up?

And not only is she physically and mentally exhausted, but even her soul seems to have been snatched away by her, and she can no longer find her own consciousness and feeling.

"No ......"

In his heart, in his mind, and in the depths of his soul, it was as if a storm had set off a violent wave, and a roar that resounded through the sky suddenly erupted.

The voice was so powerful and powerful that it seemed to snatch back his long-lost soul in one fell swoop.

He couldn't help but squint his eyes, he completely calmed down, and deeply regretted......

"In my life, the happiest time was after killing Hu Chengde, until I unified the Canglong Gang, even if I was forced into Chaoyang Mountain, I never lost confidence, I was still high-spirited and energetic.

But now, I have become such a ghost, so compromised, she actually ......"

Xiao Yi turned his back to the sky and closed his eyes in pain.

Wang Xin waited silently, hoping to wait for the answer she wanted to hear.

Even though she knew that this hope was almost non-existent, she was willing to give herself a luxury, but now, her hope was dashed.

Ever since her words came out, Xiao Yat has been expressionless, silent.

Only now, there have just been some changes, but it is such a painful picture.

Wang Xin felt as if her heart was broken.

But she should be rejoicing.

Because she didn't know that Xiao Yi was like a devil who was lured out of her heart by her at this time, and was fighting cruelly with her conscience.

If it weren't for Wang Erya's shadow from childhood to adulthood deeply engraved in his heart, as if an insurmountable thunderbolt bottom line was reminding him, he would definitely vent his anger.

The damage of that kind of power is not just physical and mental.

Xiao Yi's experience over the years has cast him into an almost ruthless person, and at this point, she is not very clear.

If this ruthlessness of his provokes, it will go straight to the depths of his soul.

That would be a ...... Destroy!

It's like a thief desperately trying to hide the evidence that he has stolen a treasure, because once it is exposed, he will be all gone.

It was like being violently lifted of all disguises, completely exposed to the sun, and that was a kind of despair.

At this time, if he can be given the only chance to make up for it, killing people and setting fires may be considered trivial matters.

Xiao Yi is like this, but Wang Erya, or Wang Xin, is stubbornly entangled in his steps to vent.

He was mired in the swamp of shame.

If he does not want to be consumed by this shame, he must fight, like the thief who wants to cover up and make amends.

The storm in his mind blew more and more violently, and the huge waves it brought up reached the sky, lightning and thunder, and dark clouds rolled.

He was like a god who had finally taken control of his own realm.

He appeared between heaven and earth, majestically patrolling all the corners, and watched with pleasure as the storms wreaked havoc as he pleased, driving out all the intruders.

He did it.

Wang Xin felt his distance, and this distance was still rapidly narrowing, all the efforts she put on Xiao Yi were like a rag, which had been ruthlessly abandoned by Xiao Yi and thrown away from it.

But there was nothing she could do, she was like a drowning man who had fallen into a deep pool, desperately watching the only straw that saved her life.

Xiao Yi trembled slightly.

"Gentle Township, Hero Mound, the green vine is unstoppable around the wood, I want to go straight to the green clouds, it is difficult to break the fragrance of grass and trees in the past."

He roared in pain in his heart;

"Am I wrong, man, shouldn't I just hold up a piece of heaven that belongs to me, but you, but why do you entangle my steps and make it difficult for me to move an inch, why, why......"

He sat stiffly in his chair, his hands twisted together, so hard that his joints had already turned white, his muscles crumbled, and his arms trembled.

He was afraid, he was afraid that he would not be able to control and let go of them, just like the god in his heart who had finally broken through the restrictions imprisoned outside the realm, and would look up to the sky and roar, sweeping the eight wildernesses, and moving forward bravely towards the goal in his heart, regardless of it.

At that time, there will be no more obstacles that will stand in his way, and he will succeed, he is sure......

But when the wisps that he was determined to drive out from the depths of his heart were finally gone, just when he deeply felt the ethereal comfort, he found ...... It was as if his soul had been inexplicably lost again.

Although the ethereal feeling is pleasant, there is no more worry and tension, but there is also a sense of loss, emptiness, not to mention that he still remembers, and sometimes there is a happiness that makes him feel fulfilled.

He felt like he was left with an empty shell.

And this shell is still unrecognizable at her request.

He was astonished to realize that his soul was in the strands that had faded away, driven away by him.

Do you want to get it back?

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