Yan's father silently picked up the fan and continued to praise him without changing his expression: "Take it seriously? My family's taste is so good. It's worthy of being the daughter of my father."

"I'm still a little beauty..." Yan Ning looked at her father with a look of praise for me and a smile that made people laugh to death.

"Of course, An An has always been a little beauty."

Yan Ning and Yan's father looked at each other, covered their mouths and laughed.

Yan's mother sat aside and watched the whole process, with expressionless expression on her face and her eyes were dull.

"Of course, the most beautiful thing in our family is your mother." Father Yan met his wife's expressionless face and immediately changed his mind and praised him.

"Natural." Yan Ning nodded violently.

Yan's mother:...

Why call me?

Wouldn't it be good to let me be an invisible person?

...

"Young Master, are you back? The master sent a message yesterday to ask you to return to the military camp." The servant came forward and spread the note in his hand and handed it over.

There were very few people in the inn lobby. As soon as the boy stepped into the inn, the servant who had been waiting on the side immediately stepped forward and presented the things in his hand.

"Father... I understand. Go pack your things and we will set off in the afternoon." The young man was the one who was at Putuo Temple yesterday. At this time, he was no longer confused at the beginning. His eyes were filled with strong confidence and firmness, as well as the coldness that had not been restrained all over his body, which emanated from his bones, making people feel awe.

"Yes, I'll clean up now."

The boy returned to the room after the servant left. He reached out and poured a cup of tea and held it. The tea in his hand must have been changed by the servant, and it was still emitting smoke. The heat emitted from the tea cup held with his hands clasped together seemed to warm the hearts of a person, and the coldness on the boy also faded slightly.

He held the tea without drinking it, but just looked out the window with his eyes empty. Two snow-white birds were perched on the huge sycamore tree. He could not tell what kind of breed it was. The slightly larger bird pecked at his feathers, turned his head to the substitute and pecked at the hair, causing the other party to make a "coo" sound. It was not until the two birds flew away one after another that the boy came to his senses.

The boy lowered his eyes and looked at his wrist after a while. Only one corner of a snow-white robe could be seen. No one except him knew what was under the robe. He moved his wrist and the coral bracelet hidden under his sleeves was exposed. The blood-like red color was in sharp contrast with his fair skin, which was a bit dazzling.

The boy put down the cold tea in his hand, reached out to rub the beads on his wrist a few times, and wanted to carry it with him all the time, but after thinking about it, he took it off and put it into his purse at his waist.

Who are you?

His expression was inexplicably dark, and the black in his eyes surged out like thick ink, but he pressed it back.

That dream...

He had never told anyone that except for Master Huici who saw that that year, no one knew about this, including his father and the old man who loved him the most. In addition to this dream, he had a mysterious and mysterious relationship with strange powers and gods. He was afraid that he would be used to make a fuss, and he instinctively did not want to share it with others, even if it was heavy and obscure. And as time passed over the years, the dream slowly stopped appearing. Unexpectedly, the dream appeared again a few months ago.

It was coming in a fierce manner and caught off guard.

He had never seen the face of the person in his dream clearly, but his emotions in his dream were accepted by his own eyes in reality.

Depression, despair, regret...

He felt like he was surrounded by cold water, and the feeling of suffocation was not good. He could feel his life passing by bit by bit. Soon, if no one noticed it, he would die.

It’s good to die. The boy looked at the person in the dream and slowly closed his eyes and gave up struggling. He thought that the other party should also think that death was the best choice.

Suddenly, a soft cry came from the dream, like a child...

At this moment, he was a little frightened. He heard her screaming for help, and when she heard her screaming for someone at the top of her lungs, the boy wanted to step forward to stop her. At this moment, the "teenager" in the water fluttered again. In a short moment, the lake water was almost turned upside down by him, and the sound of water rang throughout the space.

The despair of the people in the water was conveyed, and the boy standing next to him thought, "What are you struggling with? In such cold weather, no one would be willing to use this method of almost exchanging life to save you."

But in this dream he was just a bystander and he could not change anything.

So he watched the scene that had been staged countless times again.
Chapter completed!