Chapter 79 I like you

Time flows like water, and there is a faint warmth in the cold darkness. Yuemengxin holds the hand of the purple cloud and constantly transmits its spiritual power.

Suddenly, a slight moan sounded, and Yuemeng's heart looked happy and whispered, "Cang Ziyun, are you awake?"

The purple cloud slowly opened his eyes, and it was dark in front of him. The faint fragrance of orchid rushed into the tip of his nose. Hearing the familiar voice, the warmth transmitted between his palms made him feel like a dream, a little unreal.

Yue Meng's heart could not hear the sound of Cang Ziyun. Her heart sank suddenly, and her heart was cold. A flame jumped up her fingertips and shouted anxiously, "Cang Ziyun, Cang Ziyun...?"

The purple clouds shined faintly, looking at the beautiful jade-like people in front of her, and opening their pale and dry lips through the anxious color in her deep ink-like pupils: "Dream heart..."

A faint smile overflowed from his lips, and his long narrow eyes were shining like a bright starry sky, dazzling and dazzling. Seeing the anxiety, his heart was full of happiness.

Do you have the hallucinations you see after death? If so, he would rather go on like this.

Hearing his voice, Yue Mengxin said with relief, "You haven't spoken for a long time and almost scared me to death. Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Looking at his affectionate eyes, she felt a little uncomfortable, thinking that she had hurt him in the past, but he was still happy with himself.

"I'm not dead?" Cang Ziyun was stunned for a while when she heard the tone of her words, and then slowly recovered.

He knew very well that he had suffered such a serious injury that even if the immortal was born again, it would be difficult to save him. He was not dead, and his eyes showed a look of consternation.

What method did she use to save herself?

"Of course I didn't die. I'm a fox spirit. Of course I won't let you, a mortal, die like this!" Yue Meng smiled like a peach blossom, and that smile made Baihua lose color and charming.

Cang Ziyun remembered what she said when she first saw her. She was indeed a fox spirit, which aroused his seven souls and six souls, with a nostalgic look in her eyes, as if she had returned to the scene of their first meeting, and her lips overflowed with a soft and faint smile.

"Dream heart..." Cang Ziyun called in a low voice, gentle with a little sadness, low and hoarse with a little heartbreak.

Calling her name, as if he could never call it enough. He hoped that the scene in front of him was not a dream. The woman in front of him had always been indifferent and cold to himself, and he had never spoken to himself so naughty and innocently.

Since he was a child, he has never been persistent about anything. He sees everything lightly and indifferently. His heart is calm, and the woman in front of him is his only persistence.

Maybe with such crazy persistence, he feels that he is a person, a person with flesh and blood feelings.

In the eyes of others, he is a high king, a respectful priest, and always an invable person in the clouds, but he is not. He is just a mortal, a very ordinary mortal.

"Shh, Cang Ziyun, don't talk." Yue Mengxin extinguished the flame in her hand, stretched out her slender and white fingers like green onions, and gently put them on his lips. Her black eyes were clear and turbulent, her eyelashes trembled gently like a fan, and her beautiful face showed a serious and serious look, and she said softly.

Cang Ziyun quietly stared at the woman in front of him, and a trace of gly flashed in his eyes. He knew what she wanted to say to himself.

A bitter smile appeared in her heart. She always liked the Night King, and he would not make her distressed...

But why does his heart hurt so much...

Unfortunately, the cave was dark, and Yue Mengxin did not see the eyes of the purple clouds full of silence.

Yue Mengxin took a deep breath and thought about what she was going to say to him. Her cheeks unconsciously blushed, her heart beat faster, hesitated for a while, and said slowly, "Cang Ziyun... I can call you Ziyun in the future. I don't want to continue my relationship with you in the afterlife... In fact... In fact, I also like you!"

At first, Yue Mengxin stammered and had the impulse to bite off her tongue, but later she gradually returned to her normal state.

No matter, dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water. Well, she is a modern woman in the 21st century. She can't write lingering love poems or read those sour and gentle poems to hint at people.

If you love, you will love...

When Cang Ziyun heard that Yue Mengxin did not want to continue his relationship with him in the afterlife, he had no bloody face and was even paler.

He knew that she would say something to himself that she would refuse, but when he heard it again, the wound in his heart had not yet scabbed, and it was torn again, bloody, but then he couldn't believe his ears.

She said she liked him? How can it be...

Cang Ziyun looked at her like a wooden chicken. Although the hole was dark and she couldn't see the look on her face, she said she liked herself...

Yue Mengxin felt that Cang Ziyun was in a daze. The corners of her eyes twitched and bit her lower lip and said, "Cang Ziyun, I just said something wrong. You didn't hear it in front of me!"

The first time he confessed to a man, he didn't say a word. Forget it. Anyway, he said it himself, if he gave up in his heart...

She can only keep this feeling in her heart!

"Mengxin, can you... tell me again what you just said?" Cang Ziyun came to her senses and grabbed Yue Mengxin's hand tightly. Her phoenix eyes were as bright as stars and looked at her with expectation, saying excitedly.

A happiness drowned him. She liked him. Did her persistence get a response from God, so that the woman in front of her finally looked back at him.

Yue Meng's face suddenly turned red, and she asked her to say it once. Looking at Cang Ziyun, there was a trace of emotion in her heart. He loved himself and was willing to give up his life. So what if he said it a hundred times...

"I like you, Cang Ziyun..."

Hearing this word of confession, the joy in Cang Ziyun's heart is overflowing. It is light, sweet, and his eyes are as bright as bright stars, and his handsome and charming face is blushing, blooming with enchanting charm.

It turned out that she liked herself and really liked herself. She couldn't help reaching out and holding the beloved in front of her. Her eyes were full of strong tenderness, and she kept muttering in her ear: "Dream heart, dream heart... I also like you. I only take a ladle after drowning three thousand."

Yue Meng's lips evoked a shallow smile, lying quietly in the arms of Cang Ziyun, listening to the accelerated heartbeat of his chest, and smelling the faint fragrance of medicine on his body. It turned out that happiness was as simple.

The two hugged each other for a long time. Cang Ziyun calmed down and gently stroked Yuemeng's ink-like hair. He really wanted to hug her like this, allowing time to pass until the end of time and the sea was old and the rocks were rotten.

Yue Mengxin narrowed her eyes very much and was worried about her collapse. In fact, she has been worried about what to do if she can't wake up after eating seven-color lotus?

What should I do if I worry about what will happen after taking the seven-color lotus? Worried thoughts surrounded her, which made her breathless.