Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

Yi Meng Ru Ge thought that he was in reincarnation.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw the blue tiles and square wood on the beams of the house, which he was so familiar with that he thought it was a dream.

He waited for Bai Qi on Huangquan Road for many years. When he looked at the dead coming and going, all he remembered in his mind were the days of the year.

Over and over again, over and over again.

He didn't understand why he was so stupid and so cowardly.

Obviously, as long as it is said and resolved, he just missed it again and again while hesitating.

Until everything is irretrievable.

That is his sin.

In fact, whether it was a dream, he slowly got up from the bed, looked at the familiar furnishings in the room, looked at the screen of the Danqing landscape, and imagined the days when Ah Yu was sitting in front of the book table and writing seriously.

Putting on his clothes and tying his long hair, he opened the door.

It was standing on a high tower, watching the people coming and going under the tower from a distance. A dream like a song remembers that every time when tired, A-Ji and him would come to the top of the tower, tasting tea, and that was them. The most reckless years, but after Ah Ji's time, brought him the most damage.

It took him three hundred years to guard his innocence and gentleness, but when he needed it most, he pushed him away in the name of love.

Let him resist all criticism and guilt alone, and finally fell into the demons.

Stupid!

"Ruge, are you awake? Didn't you make a fuss about going to sleep for three months?" The gentle voice suddenly coming from the side made him froze suddenly, and he turned his head back.

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, with a little smile, and his handsome face looked extremely beautiful, like the white tea he was in front of the head of the head. No color needed, lighter and more colorful, that gentle smile, like a slight coolness The wine, looking at it, made him drunk.

If this is a dream...

A dream like a song felt a little astringent in his eyes, and tears slipped down at that moment.

Whether it was a dream or a demon, he prayed to heaven not to wake him up.

...

"Is that why you pressed me to the door and kissed me for a long time?" Bai Qi asked calmly.