But the moment everyone thought she was going to bump into Bailiyu.
Her eyes were forced to glance at the head in his arms, and her frantic movements stopped at the next moment.
She tilted her head and stared blankly at the head.
The emotion hidden under his eyes seemed to be fear, confusion and doubt.
This was clearly not the face she was waiting for, there was nothing to be afraid of...
Yin Baishuang, who was thinking like this, took several steps back, her eyes becoming more frightened and resentful.
She has seen thousands of people whose hair and eyes look like his, but they are not his face.
The same thing happened with this face, but she couldn't calm down.
She raised her gaze stiffly, looked at the pale Bailiyu, and said "Hey" to him in a numb voice.
Her voice sounded anxious and impatient: "What are you doing holding the head of a corpse demon? He is not your son."
She said that the head was not Bailiyu's son, but her hands snatched the head from his arms very quickly and gently.
At the same time, her tears flowed out uncontrollably like water that had been simmering for a long time.
She hugged the head and cried silently, laughed loudly and wildly, and staggered back a few steps.
The old black jade tether around his waist cracked and fell to the ground, with a corner broken, and the jade surface was covered with cracks that could never be healed.
With the crisp sound of jade breaking, her spine fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment as if it had been cruelly bent by life.
She laughed madly, tears rolling down her face, and rolled and crawled in the snow to Yin Dufeng's side with her head in her arms.
She raised an unconscious hand and tugged at the hem of his clothes, with a somewhat pitiful request in her voice: "Daddy, where is my Qiankun Bag?"
When Yin Dufeng saw his daughter looking so crazy, listened to what she just said, and finally combined with Bailiyu's dead look, he finally guessed the truth.
Of course he knew that the Qiankun bag she asked him for was the one she abandoned two hundred years ago and was picked up by him.
She resolutely abandoned the old things, but did not stop him from picking them up.
In the past two hundred years, she has been with him and never left him. She knew it, but she always pretended not to know.
Yin Dufeng's nose became sore, wondering what his daughter wanted with that useless old thing.
Just seeing her like this, I feel so distressed that I dare not do anything wrong.
He quickly took out the Qiankun bag and handed it to her.
Yin Baishuang seemed not to notice the blurry tears on her face at all.
She smiled happily, giggling like an innocent girl. She happily took the Qiankun pouch and pulled out a bright red dress.
The dress and her wedding dress were originally a pair.
Two hundred years ago, when she was catching the pig demon in Beiliao Town, she passed through it together with her boy on the night of their fake marriage.
It's just that when she was young, she never expected that she would miss her entire life in just a few short moments.
On the cold lantern paper, the pear blossoms are cool in the rain, and I am waiting for another year of wind and snow.
Waiting for a tree to bloom, hoping for the return of an old friend whose leaves have fallen.
It’s just that the leaves haven’t fallen yet, but the people haven’t returned yet. Looking back at the time, it turns out that the pot and the cup are all home-brewed bitter wine, and finally we spend the Spring and Autumn Period alone.
The red dress was old, but extremely clean and spotless. Not a single piece of snow fell on it in her hands.
She lay on the ground and spread her red coat flat on the ground, and gently placed the boy's cold head on it.
Yin Baishuang lowered her head, lightly touched his cheek with her fingers, and then shrank back as if frightened, her tone was numb and confused:
"Why is it so cold? Why is it so cold..."
She murmured nervously, and the people around her had extremely complicated expressions. They looked at her and began to clean the blood on his face and the frost and snow in his hair very gently and seriously.
After tidying up, she tied a young man's high ponytail for him.
She tore off a piece of her red dress and tied it in her hair.
The bright red headband could not alleviate the pale and cold look on his face.
Yin Baishuang didn't care at all. She pricked her fingertips, put red makeup on her lips, and giggled.
He leaned over and wrapped his coat heavily, leaving only a pair of dark, closed eyebrows outside.
She whispered his name, gently held him in her arms, and pressed her cheek against his forehead: "It's not cold anymore, this way it's not cold anymore, this way Xiao An won't be cold anymore..."
The sky and the earth are frosty and clear, and one is dressed in red like a funeral suit.
She sat on the ground, holding her head and murmuring, like an old friend who was looking forward to returning, telling endless lingering feelings.
She said: "Xiao An, I received the pendant you gave me. It is very beautiful. I will show it to you when you wake up."
"Beiliao Town has newly brewed Ni'er wine. Don't worry about the bitter taste. I heard that the winemaker in the town has changed the recipe and the new wine is easy to drink. We can go and taste it together."
She told the most ordinary words, but in her empty and sad eyes, there was a hint of self-woven fantasy.
It was as if the person in her arms was really just sleeping quietly listening to her nagging.
The tears rolling down from her eyes wetted his cheeks, and Yin Baishuang only belatedly noticed the wet marks on her face.
He was instantly pulled into the cold reality.
The cold wet touch on her face cruelly told her why she was crying.
Her voice, which was almost eerily calm, finally broke down and choked with sobs.
At this moment she was completely 'awake', but she was holding back and forcing herself not to 'collapse'.
Because she seemed to know that once she collapsed, it would be equivalent to accepting a cruel fact.
She didn't accept this fact. She wanted to escape and hide in the dream she had made for herself.
She simply cried loudly, as if she wanted to cry out all her sadness and despair. There was a strange accusation and grievance in her mournful tone.
"Xiao An, the birthday you gave me was not good at all. When you were away, it was very disobedient and very fierce. It bit me and my hands were covered with blood. It hurt... it hurt a lot."
"So why don't you wake up after some sleep and comfort me? If you comfort me, I won't be angry anymore."
"Who made me... like you so much?"
"Xiaoshuang..." Yin Dufeng's eyes were full of pain and unbearability, and his rough face couldn't help but reveal a sad and melancholy look.
The Thirteen Swordsmen were already shocked out of their minds.
The junior brother turned out to be the son of the sect master, their young master, the person Su Jing and Yin Baishuang fell in love with two hundred years ago? !
Regardless of how their young master turned into a corpse demon, how could he end up like this if he had a well-planned, well-organized and well-organized plan? !
Bailiyu was obviously crazy. He shouted angrily that he wanted to record the time, but no one offered it, not even the head that was a treasure in his arms was gone.
He glared at Yin Baishuang angrily: "What are you doing! Give him back to me?!"
He stepped forward and grabbed Yin Baishuang's arm, tearing it apart.
The peace and tranquility on Yin Baishuang's body was instantly broken, and she screamed at him like a crazy woman.
"Get away! Get away! I won't let you touch Xiao An! He doesn't like you! Go away!
You're going to hit him again! We have to force him to endorse again! not for you! he's mine! Don't you think of taking him away from me! "
Bailiyu was furious, and without any thought, he turned his hand and concentrated his murderous intent, and was about to strike at Yin Baishuang's Tianling Gai.
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed with shock. Yin Dufeng's hair stood on end and his eyes were about to split!
"Does Master Baili want Guangyin Lu?"
What made Bailiyu suddenly calm down was a cold and warm voice.
Su Jing didn't know when he got up from the ground.
Her eyes were dull, and her whole body smelled of insensitivity.
But compared to Yin Baishuang, she is surprisingly calm, clear-minded and organized.
"Then please ask Palace Master Yin to use Bai Zi's power to go to Dao Pavilion. By coincidence, I also want to see what happened."
In such a huge change, she could still calmly find the truth.
It's just that this calmness seems to be a little too calm.
The status of her and Yin Baishuang can be said to be two extremes at the moment.
