Chapter 148 Forgiveness

Hua Zun is the Hua Zun in her dream. The immortal emperor, the hundred-flower fairy, and the Sunday fairy on it are all the same as the names as the characters in her dream.

However, the Sunday fairy in her dream forgot Hua Zun, and Hua Zun also died in her heart. What she dreamed of should be the ** part of the story, and what she just saw should be the prelude.

What is the end of the story?

Zuo Zixin held her breath and looked down. Suddenly, the book in her hand was dragged away by a force.

"Uncle, what are you doing? I want to see what happened to Hua Zun and Riyao Xianjun in the end? Give it back to me quickly." Seeing Shangyangjun holding her book with a thoughtful face, Zuo Zixin opened her teeth and claws to get his book back.

Shangyangjun saw Zuo Zixin's outstretched hand and pinched the secret, and the book disappeared out of thin air.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Zuo Zixin curled her lips, withdrew her hand, and pulled up the quilt unhappily. Isn't she just reading a gossip history? Why did he want to rob and hide it?

Isn't it? Zuo Zixin was frightened and stretched out her trembling finger to Shangyangjun, "You don't want to see it, do you?"

Shangyangjun frowned, ignored Zuo Zixin's convulsive questions and expressions, went to the bedside and sat down, looked at Zuo Zixin seriously and asked, "What do you think their results will be?"

Zuo Zixin curled her lips and looked at Yangjun suspiciously. Shouldn't he be put on top of anything? How dare you ask such a stupid question. Although Zuo Zixin was very reluctant to answer his question, she was still under pressure and said, "Hua Zun is dead. As for the Sunday Xianjun, I don't know? Who knows if he hung up in front of Hua Zun, and he immediately married someone else?

Shangyangjun's calm eyes were full of disbelief, his hands trembled slightly, and his eyes flashed like obsidian. She remembers, how come? He took a sound to stop his throbbing heart and said, "Have you seen the back?"

"Of course not, I just dreamed of it. However, I knew that Hua Zun died sadly because Sunday Xianjun wanted to marry someone else. Uncle, give me the book and let me see what the finale is? She pulled Shangyangjun's sleeve and was a little eager.

This kind of meat is known to have, but it can't be eaten. It's really aggrieved.

She wants a book and the truth.

Shangyangjun's eyes flashed and he was a little disappointed. It turned out that her fire didn't remember anything. He stroked her hair and lowered his eyes and said, "If you are Hua Zun, will you forgive Sunday Xianjun? He knew that he had forgotten their agreement, hurt her several times, and finally killed him. If you were her, would you forgive him?"

There is pain in Shangyangjun's cold eyes as if he is himself, and he is now suffering from the pain of losing his lover.

"Uncle, why did you ask this question?" The Sunday Xianjun was him, and Hua Zun was the same as her, which made her good mood heavy.

"Will you forgive him?" Shangyangjun ignored Zuo Zixin's doubts and stared at her.

"I think so. However, she won't forgive him easily, otherwise why would she die? Do you think it's so easy to resurrect with blood? You didn't see that Hua Zun finally took out his heart. Zuo Zixin suddenly became sentimental, especially when it came to the word "heart", and her heart ached inexplicably.

"With a bang, the heart is broken. The world can't find 520 glue, which can re-stick the broken heart. Her heart was broken and her heart died. It's one thing not to forgive. Hua Zun has no heart and is afraid that there is no love. How can he talk about forgiveness? Zuo Zixin said and tears fell unconsciously.

It slapped the back of Shangyangjun's hand and burned his hand and his heart.

Hua Zun has no heart, why do you talk about love? How deeply did the Sunday Xianjun hurt her that made her so determined, ruthless, and willing to become an unintentional person.

Ha ha! How about Hua Zun? What does it have to do with me? What am I crying about? Zuo Zixin wiped the tears on her face and giggled, but the tears were more and more, like the river that broke the dike, overflowing and rolling.

At this moment, she saw Hua Zun's desperate face again. She looked sad and resolutely dug out her heart, crushed it, and jumped into the abyss.

"Yao, I hate you." Hua Zun opened his mouth and looked at the trembling hands on the edge of the cliff when he fell into the burning fire and spit out a sentence.

"Yao, I hate you." Zuo Zixin burst into tears and unconsciously spit out this sentence.

She hated me, and Shangyangjun's hand, wet with tears, retracted back into his sleeve and trembled. It turned out that she hated me so much, his fire, and the fire he loved.

Shangyangjun's chest went up and down, and his eyes were full of sadness. He looked at the crying woman and wanted to wipe away her tears, but as soon as he raised his hand, the words that just overflowed from Zuo Zixin's mouth sounded in his mind: Yao, I hate you.

His hand retracted his sleeve, and his anger hated her.

He closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to close, and Ziyun Mansion will be handed over to you."

He got up and walked out of Zuo Zixin's room. His white clothes were floating, but his back was extremely lonely.

Wow, don't cry, don't cry. Zuo Zixin meditated in her heart, thought about something happy, and forced her tears back. She wiped the tears on her face and frowned. Why did she cry just now? When did she become so emotional?

However, Shangyangjun said that he would be closed, that is to say, she is now a bully in Ziyun Mansion. Can she do whatever she wants? But why didn't he close down earlier?

Zuo Zixin sighed and felt sorry, but her face was still arrogant.

When her uncle was not at home, she would continue to read his fairyland gossip history. She touched it in her arms and was empty. It seemed that Shangyang Jun took the book and didn't return it to her at all.

Zuo Zixin was not calm. She rushed down from ** and rushed out, "Uncle, my book."

That book is also the only thing she can pass the time now. Besides, she also wants to know what the outcome of the story is. Now she has been taken away by Shangyang Jun without saying a word, and she is quite unwilling.

Zuo Zixin chased out, and Shangyangjun had long disappeared. She could only look at the arch in the yard with a sad look.

At this time, Qingfeng came to convey the real man's will to Zuo Zixin, and saw Zuo Zixin's sad eyes fall on him. At that time, he got goose bumps and almost twisted his feet together and tripped.

"Sister Zuo, the real person asked you to practice well these days. Don't lose the face of Ziyun Mansion during the game." Qingfeng said with a red face, and then ran away.

Sister Zuo's eyes are so scary that no wonder the real person can't stand it.

Zuo Zixin raised her eyebrows. What does it mean to lose the face of Ziyun Mansion? He is afraid of losing his face. Humph, Zuo Zixin waved her sleeves, turned around and entered the room.

In fact, Shangyangjun's original words are as follows: Tell her and let her practice well.

Because Qingfeng saw that Zuo Zixin had nothing to do all day long, she was still playing, so she was very worried that she would lose her face in Ziyun Mansion, so she added the last sentence on her own initiative.

Since the real person asked her to practice well, she must be afraid that she will lose the face of Ziyun Mansion.

It turned out that unconsciously, Zuo Zixin became a superior (Shangyangjun) relationship in Qingfeng's eyes, and was also a lazy woman.

Of course, Zuo Zixin doesn't know what Qingfeng thinks. She still lives a leisurely life every day. She is really uncomfortable with this life without tasks. If it weren't for the competition in a few days, she really wanted to do the teacher's task.

Zuo Zixin's daily life is quite regular. She sleeps during the day and goes to the magic garden at night to clean up the elixir and is in a daze. I have to say that without Shangyangjun, Zuo Zixin is really not used to it. She is about to become moldy and red and purple.

Zuo Zixin is leisurely, while the flying bird of the sycamore tree in the back mountain is exhausted.

The flame brought the circle to the sycamore forest. After the trees in its territory, they held their wings and chatted about the essentials of flying. If the stupid bird had not been ordered by that shameless woman, he would not have taught it anything to fly.

As a bird, flying is an innate ability and instinctive. It doesn't know why the round ball can't fly. It remembers that when its parents brought it to him, it was still a little chick. It has few feathers and can't fly normally.

However, after so long, its feathers have grown so long. Why can't they still fly?

The fiery red eyes looked at the trembling circle standing on the branches. It has stood for so long, and there is a way to fly. The flame shouted, and the round ball turned its head to look at the flame, and then looked at the ground about 20 meters high. His thin legs retreated back against the tree trunk.

Master, you are so tall, come and save me.

The ball has red eyes and trembling.

A timid bird! The flame sounded impatiently again, and the round ball approached the tree trunk again, eager to get into the cracks of the tree. Finally, the flame couldn't stand it anymore. He spread his wings, swept away the wind, and pushed the round ball out.

"Cho..." The round ball waved its pink wings in horror, stared at its thin legs, and then cried as it fell in a straight line and fell to the ground with a scream.

"Idiot." The flame complained, and the wings flew away and brought the round ball to the tree again.

"Ji-jiu..." As soon as the round ball was placed on the tree, he was afraid to retreat, stepped on his feet and fell down again.

So, later, the flame repeatedly threw the round ball on the tree, slapped him under the tree, and forced it to fly. Normally, with this kind of devil's hell-like training, it's time for the circle to learn to fly.

However, the round ball was carried on the tree and fell off the tree. The body was full of scars. Instead of learning to fly, it fell and covered its eyes, with a broken jar.

The circle did not learn to fly, but practiced a copper and iron bone.

The flame looked at the round and struggled at first. Finally, the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, so he didn't even have to struggle and fell straight down.

Finally, after seeing that this move was of little use for the circle, Flame took him to the lake again.