This night, Shen Jue was already asleep in bed, and was awakened by a slap.

For the first time in so many years, Shen Jue hated his keen hearing. He heard the slap, and it passed through the wall, through the courtyard, through the wooden board, and passed into his ears.

Then Ji Jiu said: You make me sick.

Shen Jue couldn't describe her feelings. I can't even imagine how Yimo felt when he heard this.

This is the demon. Once you get involved in love, you lose the qualification to be aloof, wandering in the world to find your lover, and the result is often miserable. A human's life is only a few decades, but a demon has to live for so long, so long that he doesn't know what to do, Shen Jue doesn't want to be a demon anymore.

If you can find someone to love each other, you will live a peaceful life, and then accompany him to die. Don't worry about your next life. Don't look for it anymore.

Everything is like what Ji Jiu once said, when a person dies, he dies. can no longer be recovered. Even if you look for it, what you find is an illusion.

Like a flower in the mirror, the tentacles are empty.

Shen Jue knew that the feeling of emptiness was not pleasant.

There were constant voices coming from next door, constant disputes, constant fights, Shen Jue covered her ears and buried herself in the deep quilt. As if in this way, it can prevent the break of the dream in my heart - a gentle father, a silent but affectionate father, a beautiful family.

Finally, all sound disappeared.

Shen Jue sat up and knew that Yimo was gone. also know that this time, Yimo is really sad.

For so long, for such a long time, the person who thought he could still be found was so tender and loving, and in the end, all hope was destroyed in a word of "disgusting".

Shen Jue felt that her heart was also aching.

In the early morning of the second day, Ji Jiu packed up and opened the door. Just after the door was opened, the light that should have come in was blocked by a figure, and the faint blue light could not pass in, could not fall on him, and could not be printed into his eyes. He was still standing in the dark.

Standing outside the door was Shen Jue.

Ji Jiu turned around and took the long sword, walked around him and stood in the courtyard for a while, as if to practice the sword, but finally sat on the bamboo chair and closed his eyes.

Shen Jue stood at the door for a moment, and finally couldn't help it. He strode over and stood in front of Ji Jiu. The tall figure once again shrouded Ji Jiu in the darkness and could not escape.

Ji Jiu said, "Get out of the way."

Shen Jue did not move.

His perseverance made Ji Jiu even watching the first rays of sunlight in the morning become a luxury.

Shen Jue said, "How could you treat him like that?!"

Ji Jiu lowered her eyes and said lightly, "Are you blaming me?"

Shen Jue said: "You are too cruel! Why can't you think about it for him, why do you treat him like this? After looking for you for so many years, should you get such a result?!"

His accusations were fierce, resentful, and even irrational.

Ji Jiu has been listening patiently, and even the next more excessive words, Ji Jiu did not refute. He just sat quietly on the bamboo chair, listening to the other person with rare patience, accusing himself of being cold-hearted towards monsters.

His indifference made Shen Jue feel sad, even angry.

Shen Jue pointed at him and said angrily, "A person like you is not worthy of being my father!"

As soon as the words fell, Ji Jiu, who had been silent for a while, moved. He suddenly overturned the stone table in front of him, drew out his sword, and stabbed Shen Jue.

Shen Jue dodged immediately, and just dodged, the second sword stabbed in the face, accompanied by a whistling tail sound, which was extremely murderous.

Shen Jue dodged three swords, and when the fourth sword pierced his heart, Shen Jue also drew out his saber and faced each other.

The sound of swords suddenly rang out in the small courtyard. The wooden barrel in the corner was split in half. The water tank that carried the water the night before was cracked, and the water was pouring out.

They used to think that they would treat each other kindly, but never thought that one day they would stand in opposite positions and stab each other's hearts with weapons.

But the day came so soon, and they accepted it quickly and without hesitation.

The courtyard where lived for several months was in ruins, even the doors and windows had sword marks, rotted into broken wood, and devastated.

Their swords edged against each other's throats. Only then did the fighting stop.

The sky was already bright, Ji Jiu held up the sword and carefully and carefully looked at the young and lively face at the distance of the sword. His face was full of anger and murder.

Ji Jiu suddenly smiled, rolled up the corners of his lips, and said in a sarcastic manner, "If I were Shen Qingxuan, would you use your sword to face me?"

Shen Jue has been holding the hand of the sword hilt calmly and powerfully, and trembled a little at these words. The sharp blade left a small opening in Ji Jiu's throat, and soon, a trace of red blood flowed out.

That bloodshot is not shocking, Shen Jue threw away the long sword and shouted: "Father."

Ji Jiu, who always remained calm, turned into powder in this call. He grabbed Shen Jue's shirt, pushed him against the wall, put the long sword on his neck, and asked angrily, "Who am I?!"

Shen Jue didn't answer, and Ji Jiu's sword was pressed down a bit, and the same bloodstain appeared on Shen Jue's throat. Shen Jue said, "It's Ji Jiu."

Ji Jiu sneered and continued to ask, "Who is your father?"

Shen Jue hesitated for a moment, and the pressure on his neck increased a little more. Shen Jue said, "It's Shen Qingxuan."

- It's Shen Qingxuan.

Ji Jiu held the hilt of the sword and stabbed at him. Shen Jue froze in her heart, but closed her eyes.

The long sword pierced the loess wall beside his face, Ji Jiu's eyes were red, and he said line by line: "You said that you have been looking for me for more than a hundred years, and you have to be attached and dependent. Ji Jiu recognized the account and gave it to me. All you can give."

"I'm cold-blooded?" Ji Jiu laughed, and her voice suddenly became cold: "You can find a man you don't know to fuck you, and try it in front of your wife."

"You will know what a nightmare is, and what is life rather than death. But I have to suppress all my disgust and tell myself that this is my lover who has been looking for me for more than a hundred years, and no matter how bad he is, I can't kill him, otherwise Ji Jiu It's a beast!"

"Isn't Ji Jiu treating you enough?"

He said, almost shouting, with a kind of hysterical madness.

"Because of your attachment, Ji Jiu put aside his wife who has paid for it for many years. Because of your hard work for more than 100 years, Ji Jiu must accept the adopted son and lover left by his previous life, face you day and night, and treat each other well. ."

"You all ask Ji Jiu for anything, but you keep asking for Shen Qingxuan to be reborn!"

"Ji Jiu is just a pair of Shen Qingxuan's skins to you. You can do whatever you want, and you must always be grateful. Thank you for your hard work for more than a hundred years, right?!"

"Why?" Ji Jiu said, "Why should I be nice to you? I know that the person you want is Shen Qingxuan, yet I still want to take care of you for him?"

"You come and tell me, why?"

Ji Jiu said, with red eyes and a chilling expression.

"You meet two beggars, give one a tael and the other two taels of silver, and the one who takes a tael will not only not appreciate you, but will turn around and scold you for being mean.

"When the wall falls, you don't help, but instead scolds the neighbors for not helping. This is the heart of the people.

"After giving birth to a son and entertaining the neighbors, the neighbors who can't give birth to a son eat your family's food while cursing your son to die early. This is the heart of the people!"

"You father and son are incomparable!"

Shen Jue came back to her senses in a long stunned silence, and for a while there was nothing to say, she only cried out, "Father."

Ji Jiu stared at him, his eyes were cold and sharp, like a knife on Shen Jue's face, he cut his flesh and blood, and went straight to his soul, "Who are you calling? Shen Qingxuan or Ji Jiu?"

Shen Jue was silent.

"Answer me, Shen Qingxuan is still Ji Jiu." Ji Jiu, with a cold expression, was intimidating and pressing, like a cold mountain pressing in front of him, he couldn't breathe, Shen Jue looked at him for a long time before slowly saying : "It's Shen Qingxuan."

After speaking, Shen Jue closed her eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Ji Jiu let go of him.

Throwing away the scabbard, he slowly walked back to the bamboo chair and sat down, closed his eyes again, and Ji Jiu said, "Let's go."

Shen Jue bent over, picked up his sword, went back to his room to pack up, stood in front of him again, and left quietly without saying a word.

Ji Jiu sat motionless on the chair, as the sun slanted over his head, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

He knew they would go, as if they had suddenly appeared, ripped his life to shreds, and quietly exited.

But they are demons, with supreme magic power and superb skills, and he is just a mere mortal who can only be at the mercy of them.

Otherwise, what else could it be?

In their hearts, Ji Jiu, a living person, does not exist.

Even so, Ji Jiu can't have any complaints, otherwise he will be cold-blooded and ruthless. And Ji Jiu was too tired to complain anymore.

So be it.