Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Ye Qingshuang lowered her eyes, touched her forehead to the ground, and cleared her guilt with clear words: "Because I am greedy for life and afraid of death, and I don't want to be locked in a bottle. It's all my fault. It just sympathizes with me."

"As a divine beast, it has a pure heart of compassion for all living beings. It is a good thing, but it is my fault that I take advantage of it. Please enlighten the Taoist priest, and believers will recognize how the Taoist priest punishes them."

Weiming's hands tucked under his sleeves were bulging, but his face was still calm, but his tone revealed a little anger: "You think I'm a fool?"

Ye Qingshuang straightened up, kneeling straight, as if there was a ruler measuring her spine.

"Don't dare, I beg the Taoist priest to spare Bai Ze, all the sins, believers are willing to bear it by themselves."

"Why do you say you have to bear it?" Weiming said coldly.

"I've already dragged it down enough." Ye Qingshuang lowered her head, and said slowly: "It's the auspicious beast Bai Ze. It should have traveled nine days and been bowed down by all monsters, but it wandered with me."

"I usually eat some wild fruits and flowers. If I can't find flowers and fruits, I eat shaved ice. At night, I sleep on the moldy and smelly straw, the broken tiles on the top of my head are crumbling, and there is still snow dripping on my side."

"Isn't this considered suffering for it? It's my fault, so why should I force it to do so? Ask the Taoist Lord to be fair. All the mistakes are caused by me, so I should be punished."

Weiming put his elbows on the center of his brows, bit his back teeth word by word, suppressed his anger and said, "You are my seat, can't you be punished?"

"Don't dare, it's just that Bai Ze is innocent—" Ye Qingshuang remained expressionless.

"Enough!" Weiming was suddenly furious, and ruthlessly flicked his sleeves: "You are a woman, you have been with Zhaoxing for several months, and you still keep saying that it is not responsible for it."

Ye Qingshuang was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect that the topic would suddenly change from punishment to prostitution.

But the word "hustling" is really not suitable for her getting along with Bai Ze.

She felt that she couldn't keep up with the thinking of this great god, and she said too many mistakes, so she simply shut up.

Unexpectedly, when she didn't speak, Weiming became even more angry: "Why don't you speak? Do you know that this is wrong? Then why don't you know to come back to me!"

Ye Qingshuang couldn't help laughing, feeling that this great god was making trouble for no reason.

Why is she looking for him?He had already said that there would be no future in the future, but he insisted on locking her up, and now it was his own fault.

If she didn't want to implicate Bai Ze and be punished, she would never admit that she was wrong.

She raised her eyes, looked straight at Weiming without fear or avoidance, and slowly said: "The Taoist priest may have forgotten that Taoism follows nature, and one should follow one's heart."

"I acted according to my heart, but you insisted on trapping me and punishing me in the opposite way, and ruined my practice, but said it was my fault. How about you, Taoist priest? May I ask which one do you practice?"

Weiming's face turned pale in an instant, and his tone was very difficult: "I just, for your own good, hope that you can get up early and cultivate into a fairy body, so you don't have to lose your mind."

"But I don't intend to go to the immortal way. If the disappearance of my soul is my end, it's okay." Ye Qingshuang kowtowed slowly.

"Bai Ze's stealing the demon bottle, blame me, I am willing to be punished, after the punishment, you and I have nothing to do, don't bother me anymore, okay?"

Weiming opened his eyes wide, filled with grief and grief, bloodshot eyes quietly filled his eye sockets, and after a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "A Shuang, do you really want to do this?"

Ye Qingshuang raised her head suddenly, Weiming's eyes were red, and her expression was aggrieved. There was no awe-inspiring majesty, only Linyuan could show such an appearance.

She was stunned: "Linyuan?"

"A Shuang, don't leave me, don't leave me..." Lin Yuan grabbed her hand pleadingly until the knuckles turned white: "A Shuang, when you become an immortal, we will form a bond of one heart, never separation."

Ye Qingshuang looked at him for a long time, blinked, a teardrop quietly slipped from the corner of her eye, but pulled out her hand forcefully: "No, you are not Linyuan."

"I am." He held her hand and refused to let go, his eyes were filled with a faint light: "A Shuang..."

"You're not." Ye Qingshuang shook off him resolutely and calmly, and mercilessly exposed the lie: "Daoist Weiming, you are too involved in the drama."

Weiming slowly retracted his expression and returned to his indifferent expression, but doubts and unwillingness remained in his eyes: "Where did you notice it?"

Ye Qingshuang was stunned, and suddenly remembered that Lin Yuan had asked her about this topic: Two very similar souls, no one else can tell the difference, if she loves one of them, she will not be able to tell the difference, continue love another?

Now she finally suddenly understood, and came up with the most honest answer: she can tell the difference, and she won't love the other one.

It's just that this clarity came a bit late, by the time Lin Yuan was gone.

She touched the position of her heart, there was no heart beating there for a long time, but why did it still hurt so much?

I can't breathe...

"Probably because of love." Enduring the pain, she answered him softly.

Weiming doesn't understand, Linyuan is a part of him, why she insists on not wanting to have any contact with him.

It was obviously Lin Yuan who offered the wine, and it was Lin Yuan who created so many feelings and memories of love for him, but why couldn't he also leave Ah Shuang's love to him?
He wants it too!

"Why can Linyuan, but I can't?" Weiming looked at Ye Qingshuang with red eyes, as humble as Linyuan before.

Ye Qingshuang quietly turned her eyes away: "I'm sorry."

Weiming is still unwilling to give up: "Is it because I locked you up? I'm sorry, I'm just afraid that I won't be able to keep you."

"I'm Linyuan, I really am, don't want me, Ah Shuang, I'm just Linyuan with more experience."

"You are not." Ye Qingshuang felt weak for a while.

She didn't know what Weiming was thinking about, but she knew that Linyuan was Linyuan, Linyuan was not a part of anyone, he was a complete individual.

Linyuan, whom she loves, lacks nothing.

"When I was alive, my family often ate small wontons, which were also stuffed with bread, but I couldn't eat buns and dumplings because the noodles were too thick."

"Weiming, Linyuan may seem too thin to you, but in my opinion, it's just right, a bit more is more."

Weiming finally understands, for her, he is the extra part of Linyuan.

Linyuan is so lucky.

"A Shuang, if I say that I can turn myself into Linyuan, can you give me a break?" Weiming still has a thread in his heart, unwilling to give up.

"Daoist Weiming, don't be like this." She looked at him with compassion: "You just mixed up Linyuan's experience, and you can't get out if you get too deep into the drama. You have your own way, and maybe you will meet your love in the future." You and Linyuan are already two independent individuals."

"But now he has returned to my soul, he is me and I am him!" Weiming roared unwillingly, his hands were sealed together, and a sympathetic knot lit up between his brows: "You love me, we are of the same heart, now It's over."

"Taoist—" Ye Qingshuang retreated step by step, and Weiming pressed on step by step: "Weiming, please be sober!"

"A Shuang, come here." His eyes were dark and terribly stubborn, which formed a huge contrast from usual.

Not like a god, but more like a demon.

Kai Mai said a few words, the first Weiming is not Linyuan, the second Weiming is not the male lead, it's over.