Chapter 1149: Finale of the protagonist

The red candle, food, and the words spoken are all the reappearance of the past scenes, overlapping the kind of past that was barely spoken, but all things are right, it is not as simple as coincidence!
And these things are not known to any third person except the parties--
Di Shiyin held her in his arms, and scratched her nose with fingers: "Little feather, what do you say?"
His voice was cold, but a small feather rang out of breath.
Feng Qingyu had completely stopped, and had not noticed that he had reached the other person's arms, and just looked at him with a sting: "To ... to late ..."
Deshi smiled and kissed her soft lips: "Well, it's me."
His tone changed, it was He Xiangwan's voice that year, clear and magnetic.
"You ... how did you ..." Feng Qingyu felt like she was dreaming.
"I said, don't fight with you again in the next life." Di Shiyin whispered in her ear, as if sighed: "And you also said that if there is still a chance to see you in the next life, you will compensate I ... Qing Yu, you said, how can you compensate you? "
Feng Qingyu's body was stiff like wood, and her heart was in a mess. It was hardly a feeling.
She looked at him dumbfounded, her fingers trembling slightly, trying to suppress the memories that flowed from her heart: "You ... how can you be him? He-he is your descendant?"
The emperor's release sighed, "He is my courage ..."
Tell her about the ins and outs of the rebirth.
To Feng Qingyu, this news was almost like an atomic bomb, which made her unable to digest for a while.
Di Shiyin put her on her lap and said slowly: "Qing Yu, you say, you will compensate me, um, how do you want to compensate?"
Feng Qingyu's head banged loudly, and she wanted to escape subconsciously: "That--what do you say is that your skill will recover after a long time?"
Di Shiyin smiled leisurely and touched her head: "I have lost 5,000 years of thinking power than before, so I said it would take a long time to recover."
The vertigo caused by the bomb had not recovered, and Feng Qingyu was immediately stunned again by his latest bomb, and almost didn't mention it in a breath: "Why ... what ?!"
Di Shiyin patted her on the back, giving her a smooth air, and she smiled and said nothing.
He knew she could hear ...
It seems that today he threw too many bombs in one breath, which made her sting directly ...
"How did you lose your ability for five thousand years?" Feng Qingyu finally returned to her senses, and couldn't help but grabbed his veins and measured them carefully.
His mental ability is about 13,000 years old, and he really lost his mental ability for more than 5,000 years ...
Di Shiyin rubbed the top of her head without answering her question. He didn't want her to know the truth, let alone her guilt—
What he wanted was her love, not the guilt's feelings ...
Only flutteringly said: "Well, loss is lost, no matter how it is lost. Qing Yu, you promised to stay here with me until I fully regained my consciousness, no regrets.