Perhaps it was a very short time, or a long time, but Ji Jiu felt that he was just staring for a while, and then opened his eyes, the man behind him had already withdrawn from his body and left. If it weren't for the blood soaking all over his body, he thought it was an illusion.

an illusion. No assassination, no heartache, no blood.

Ji Jiu rolled over softly, her mind was blank, in this short moment, everything was over.

In fact, why? Ji Jiu lay silently on the blood bed, looking at the dark roof. He is not a fool, he is a person with seven orifices, how can he not notice the tenderness of that person every time he hugs him, such a careful posture, a confinement-like hug, and the meticulous and tenderness every time he opens up... It was the wedding night, and Ji Jiu also admitted that he had never been so gentle to his wife.

But so what?

Like an illusion. No matter how lightly pity Mi Ai is, he is also Ji Jiu, and the one who is reluctant to be crushed by him. Those gentle and sweet, but a joke.

But it's a big joke in the world! Ji Jiu thought. Then he closed his eyes and was speechless.

He is smart. have long wondered if this matter is as simple as hatred? Skin-to-skin kissing is the most intimate act in the world. The other person's body, texture, bones, breath... all are completely exposed. Ji Jiu understands that kind of affection. Because understand, but don't believe it.

How to believe? What if you believe it? Apart from knowing that he is a demon, he doesn't know anything about the rest. The only thing he knew was that he was Ji Jiu. For more than 20 years, he has followed the same direction to Ji Jiu, who has nowhere else to go except the road in front of him. He has a wife and children behind him, and a responsibility on his shoulders. He is Ji Jiu who wants to shine in the annals of history. This sudden monster is his obstacle, an obstacle that he wants to cross and sweep away.

Ji Jiu touched the wetness under her body and was humiliated, raised her hand, and looked at the red in the palm lines through the dim light of the oil lamp. In the eyes, as if the scarlet satin was covering the eyeballs, those ubiquitous bright reds flooded.

The position of the heart was slightly aching again, and the place where people vented anger behind him also seemed to wake up from paralysis, and there was a feeling of pain.

Ji Jiu rolled over and sat up, bent down, grabbed the robe that had been thrown on the ground, and put it on again, floating out of the tent. It hurts everywhere, everywhere, and when the pain hits the brain, Ji Jiu wants to go out for a walk.

As soon as he walked out of the tent, Ji Jiu habitually glanced beside him, but was slightly taken aback. The person who was supposed to be there was not on duty.

Shen Jue is not here.

At this moment, Ji Jiu remembered what he had just smashed into, and her heart tightened. She couldn't help but worry that he would spread the word. Now that no one was there, this worry became more and more serious. Ji Jiu couldn't care about her physical discomfort. Shuttle to find.

While looking for it, when he met the soldiers on the night patrol, Ji Jiu grabbed a man and asked. The man pointed to the open space outside the camp and said that he saw him leave the camp. Ji Jiu immediately chased out.

There was only one big road outside the camp, which was originally grass, and was later trampled into loess by horses’ hooves. Ji Jiu searched around the road, thought about it, turned and walked to the path on the right, stepping on the dew-wet grass and walking in the darkness. Until the sound of running water came from my ears, the river water was rushing at night, shining with starlight mapping, with colorful lights. Ji Jiu stopped and looked around in the grass. The scene was familiar. This was the river he had jumped into.

The sound of running water is quiet and joyous at the same time. In such a quiet and noisy voice, Ji Jiu heard whispers.

Looking at the voice, next to the thick willow tree, Ji Jiu saw two figures, standing face to face, looking very familiar, talking. couldn't hear what they said, but Ji Jiu knew that they were the two people who should not be together the most, one was the demon who had just been stabbed by him, and the other was Shen Jue.

Ji Jiu felt a betrayal. It's the kind of betrayal that is betrayed by someone close to him, which is unbearable.

Although it wasn't long, the feeling Shen Jue brought to him was familiar. At the moment when his eyes met occasionally, he would show a childlike expression, and even at certain times, Ji Jiu could feel that this person was always there. Silently looking at himself, his eyes are reluctant, just like the attachment of the bird to the nest. I don't know when it started, Ji Jiu also took him as his child, and he did not change his majesty in his speech, but he was a little more spoiled.

Ji Jiu squatted silently in the grass, the reeds and thorns swept over his head, as if monsters coming from all directions were about to engulf him.

It didn't take long for Ji Jiu to recover from the shock and the colic in her heart, and she immediately laughed at herself: Why bother.

It was, why should it. Thinking like this, his face regained his calmness and calmness, and the moonlight fell on his face through the layers of overlapping branches and leaves, giving birth to a three-pointed coldness for no reason.

Ji Jiu turned around silently, preparing to evacuate, that is, at this moment, he heard a familiar voice not far away shouting angrily: Father, what are you doing!

Ji Jiu's entire body was so stagnant.

That familiar voice had a youthful vigor, but at this moment it was full of anger and roared: Don't you know he has a strong temperament when he is strong? Why be so aggressive! What exactly are you going to do?

Ji Jiu listened to the voice, and after understanding this sentence, she was stunned for a while, but she couldn't come back to her senses. Is it father and son? Is the person in the words himself?

Ji Jiu pondered for a moment, then returned to the place where he was, and even pushed forward three points, hiding in the shadows again, even slowed down his breathing, and listened intently.

There was no movement there. In fact, there was movement. He heard another voice, but it swayed far away, as if it was a phantom sound from another world. No matter how he pricked up his ears, he couldn't hear the whispers clearly.

Emer was at a loss.

Facing Little Treasure, who burst into anger for the first time, Yimo's expression was a little dazed.

He grasped the dagger and looked at it carefully by the afterglow of the stars and moon. Yimo looked at the dagger for a long time before raising his eyes to look at the young man in front of him. The man who called his father asked suspiciously, "This is the end, why don't I want to let go?"

He asked, it was Xiaobao, but it was more like asking himself.

Shen Jue was stunned, not knowing what to think, her face suddenly slumped with anger, and her eyes darkened, "Father... I thought that you came to find him because you were reluctant."

Yimo was stunned for a moment, and quickly said, "Yes."

"But..." Shen Jue hesitated for a moment, then said her guess, and said slowly, "Is it because you are forcing yourself to let go?"

Yimo froze for a moment obviously, and didn't speak.

Shen Jue was speechless for a while, only felt a sourness rushing into his eyes, and quickly turned his face away, looking at the river flowing under the moonlight, before saying for a moment, "Father is going to become an immortal, baby knows... baby understands." Yimo remained silent, as if he had nothing to say. Shen Jue waited and said, "But this is unfair to Daddy. He was obsessed with you in the last life, and he couldn't ask for it in the first life, but he has no regrets or regrets. He didn't let you find him, and he didn't want you to suffer today. But my father wanted to find it, knowing that he would find it today... but he found it, but he hurt him and forced him to be cruel, so my father took advantage of the situation to stop, and from then on, he cultivated with pure heart and became immortal." Shen Jue said As he continued, his voice finally became hoarse, and with resentment, he said bitterly: "Is it so good to be an immortal? If I don't have a father, no father, and I live alone in this world, I will not do it!"

Xu Shi made the child's anger arouse, and Yimo's expression changed, and he said, "But I have lived for nearly two thousand years, just to become an immortal." He said simply, but his tone was confused. Like an ignorant child, after the goal of two thousand years was rejected by Xiaobao, he was also shaken.

"But today's matter, my father himself said, obviously he has already done this, doesn't his father still want to let go?" Shen Jue said: "My father can't let go of him, so he can become a fairy?!"

When Yimo heard this, he lowered his head slightly and asked him, "So what?" So what? Yimo moved the dagger, and a silver-white light flashed under the moonlight, piercing coldly into his eyes and into his heart.

He came to look for him because he missed him, but he also knew that this kind of longing could not be eradicated, and he would not be able to continue cultivating. The first time they met, the man and his wife were tender and tender, the beauty of the good time stung him, and he was strong, and he did not regret it.

That would have been his. It is the person in his arms, the person who will hug him in winter, and the person who can be gentle. is his.

After the emotions were over, I calmly looked around and thought that since I made a mistake in the first step, I should just go ahead and make an enemy of each other. That person hates him a little more, and it's not bad. Originally, there should be no relationship in the second life, but now the relationship in the first life is constantly arguing, so let's solve it quickly. He hates it and wants to kill, but he can also let himself cut off his tender thoughts as soon as possible.

After that nostalgia was cut off, the bridge returned to the bridge road, and there were no more Shen Qingxuan and Yimo.

However, but the dagger stabbed in the heart, it was painful. It broke our hearts. The more painful it is, the more unwilling it is, the more it proves that all this is useless at all. He still couldn't let him go.

Still want to hold that person in his arms, want to rub that person into his blood, want to bury himself in his body, and wrap his roots tightly with softness and warmth, like a wanderer returning home.

Yimo clenched the dagger tightly, the sharp edge embedded in the palm of his hand, deep into the bone. Shen Jue noticed it, hurriedly cast a spell, snatched the dagger, and carefully held the bloody hand, trying to heal the wound.

The child in front of him lowered his brows, his anger was gone, and his expression was docile and courteous, with concern. Yimo looked at it, and finally withdrew his hand, as if replying: "I won't force him in the future."

Shen Jue was stunned for a while, then she pursed her lips, smiled, and whispered: "Daddy won't live for a few years, and no one can manage the afterlife, why don't you just accompany him, what will happen in the future, who will it be? Do you know?"

Yimo was silent for a moment, glanced at the grass in the dark place, and said, "Go back to the camp."

Shen Jue responded, and soon returned to the original path, but took a detour from another path.

Ji Jiu squatted on the spot and never heard what they said. But was stopped halfway.

Ji Jiu said, "You..."

Yimo looked at him, his hair was disheveled, he didn't know how many blades of grass were on his body, and some dirt was rubbed on his face, really embarrassed, he sighed in his heart, raised his hand to wipe the dirt, and looked at him under the moon With vigilant eyes again, he said, "The humidity is too heavy, go back."

Ji Jiu didn't answer, just looked at him, and after a while, he said, "Is that your son?"

He asked this question, but Yimo ignored him. Where was his son, obviously the son of the man in front of him. In that life, his family and family depended on him, and he couldn't get rid of it. Now he turned his face and refused to admit it. Yimo didn't bother to answer his question at all, he just said, "How does he look like me?" He is obviously more like you.

Ji Jiu scrutinized his brows and eyes, indeed...there was no resemblance, but he didn't believe what he said and gave up with a snort.

Without more speculation, Ji Jiu turned around and was about to leave. However, Yimo grabbed his shoulders, Ji Jiu glared and turned back, but the man didn't know what to pull off his head.

Ji Jiu thought what he was going to do again, his face turned pale, and when he found out that he had put something on his neck, he was stunned again, and reached out to pull: "What!"

Yimo was very leisurely, watching him tossing and pulling, sweating all over his head, only then did he remind him kindly: "It's constantly pulling." He was pulled off by him in the past life, and if he wants to pull it off again in this life, it is purely A fool's dream.

Ji Jiu stopped and looked down at the red beads on his chest. The shiny red beads were dripping beautifully. He couldn't help but reached out and fiddled with it and asked, "What?"

"Use this to call me if you have something to do." Yimo said, and stretched out his hand again, straightening the ragged collar, and said, "I'll take you back."

Then, without waiting for Ji Jiu's response, with a wave of his sleeves, he took him to the barracks and drove him back to the tent, which was still full of blood.

Ji Jiu fell back on the couch in a blink of an eye, was half-dead with anger, cursed a bastard, got up again, pulled the quilt and pillows on the bed, piled them all on the ground, then lit a fire and burned it clean .

Strange to say, the thick smoke from the open flame in the tent didn't float out a little, and it all dissipated on its own.