Chapter 1089: The Death of the White Fox (4)

Ji leaned over and whispered in his ear, "The drama is all a lie, you have been singing for so many years, don't you know?"

"No, it was a dream I had every day before, and other dramas were fake, but I believe that the white fox and the scholar are real!" Qing Jiuying squatted down with his head in his hands, and his consciousness had gradually dissipated.

"That's her dream, she knows that the scholar is going to be reincarnated, but she can't get out of the customs yet, so she wants the scholar to hear this dream and talk about her, waiting for her to get out. Ji squatted down, raised his finger to hold his face, and forced him to look at himself, his voice was tactful and soft, seductive, "Just like the truth of the battle of the moon god is buried, history is always written by the victor, and that dream is also just made up by the white fox himself." ”

Feeling Ji's hand so soft, like a newborn foxtail gently sweeping across his face, was irresistibly weird.

"Do you know that the scholar has always loved me, but she erased her memory, mistook her for my life, and now I am reunited with me, and I have just woken up from a dream"

"No, it won't. Qing Jiuying suddenly remembered that night on the Star Picking Tower, Wan Ling told him that story, affectionate and sad, he kept shaking his head, "Wan Ling is different from what I said!"

"Oh, what did she tell you?"

Feeling Ji coming over, his body was full of Penglai incense, which made him fascinated.

Qing Jiuying unconsciously told Ji the story that Wan Ling told him, trying to prove something.

Ji only knew that after she was sealed in the cold pool, the scholar actually fell in love with the painting heart, and his eyebrows moved, and he immediately counted it.

She sighed faintly and made an infinite grief look, "I finally understand why the earth is so unusual to the painting heart, and I also understand why my sister wants to become the picture of the painting heart after eating Lan Ruo'an." ”

"What?" mentioning the painting heart, Qing Jiuying's originally shrunken body suddenly straightened, "What does it have to do with my master?"

Although Ji didn't like to paint hearts, he followed Qing Jiuying's preferences and praised fiercely, "Your master and mother are the goddess who saved the lives of scholars!

Sure enough, Qing Jiuying thought so, and continued to follow her words very respectfully, "So, the white fox she can't love, because of love and hatred, when I found the scholar, I found that he loved my master and married Lan Ruoan, so he ate Lan Ruoan, and then blamed my master, it was really a poisonous thought!"

"It's a pity to destroy your sister and not believe her. Ji covered her lips and chuckled, with a hint of schadenfreude, but it was more real.

"The scholar said that in the next life, he would become a great hero who stood up to the sky and the earth to protect my master, and he naturally couldn't break his word. Qing Jiuying said that the earth was extinguished, but for some reason, he felt as if he was talking about himself, and it was better to swear by himself secretly.

He thought, maybe he is following the mistakes of a scholar in this life, the white fox is looking at him, and the person he hides in his heart and doesn't dare to say is still a painting heart, he has experienced the despair of the day when he lived without a heart, and he also secretly swore in his heart that he must become a hero to protect her for the rest of her life.

It's a pity that in this life, he is just a useless actor, singing other people's stories, loving other people's princesses, and shedding his own tears