die for

Palm-sized river lanterns flow into the heavens against the flow of the river.The swaying lights are like unreachable stars, submerged in the lake.

Ruan Qingjue tore off the headband that Black Snake forcibly tied on his long hair, and threw it into the water.

Tsk, it looks like a girl.

His mind is unfettered, even a small hair tie can't fit in it.If he hadn't lost the bet with Black Snake, he wouldn't have let him wear it.

But what were they betting on?

Ruan Qingjue rubbed her face with the river water, the blood dripped down like broken beads and boiled in the river water.

He looked at the finger-long knife wound on his wrist, dazed in a daze.

Is this a dream?Although he can't feel pain, he has never experienced such a dream, such a lucidity, sober enough to clearly feel the powerlessness of being dominated...

"Who?!" The undisguised footsteps paused.Ruan Qingjue put her injured hand into her sleeve and turned her back to the visitor vigilantly.

"Ruan Qingjue, the water here is very dirty." Ruo Shou pushed aside the thick fog by the river, and was dressed in white clothes without staining the mortal world.With the compassion on his brows that only mortals carved statues of gods, he took out a brocade handkerchief from his sleeve, walked up to Ruan Qingjue and bent over to wipe off the wet drops on his face.

Ruo Shou was born as a general. His tall and sturdy body covered Ruan Qingjue's vision of the distance, and his demeanor was gentle and elegant, comparable to beautiful jade.

He asked in a deep voice, "What are you thinking?"

I'm out of my mind to tell you.

"Oh, it's nothing, I'm just imagining how the face of Wannian's coffin is so pleasant and full of peach blossoms." When the sleeves were wet, Ruan Qingjue naturally raised her hands and shook them, and incidentally, she slapped her with her sleeves. He slapped.

"..." Ruo Shou frowned, and endured it.

Yo, crops, is this a conscience discovery?

He lowered his eyes and glanced at his wound that was bleeding profusely, who was ashamed, who gave in so much.You really think of me as mentally handicapped.

Ruan Qingjue didn't say anything, but said without changing his face, "Does it hurt?" He leaned in front of Lishou, rubbed his hand with a smile, "Let you bully me, you bastard..."

How infatuated can a person be without the red thread to tie him down?

Ruan Qingjue's raised hand was wounded, blood rubbed Rushou's face, and Rushou held it carefully.He pinched the place where Ruan Qingjue's severed finger, the small scar could not be seen by those who didn't care, and could never be forgotten by those who cared.

"Does it hurt?" Ruan Shou's voice was a little dry, Ruan Qingjue suppressed her smile, and pulled her finger out of his hand, "Is this a dream?"

"No." Ru Shou silently waved his sleeves to repel the fog around him, several small river lanterns were washed to the bank along the river, and only the folded back petals were written on the flower shape of the paper wrap.The handwriting looks a bit like it was written by a beginner, extremely immature and crooked, but it can be seen that the writing is extremely serious.

Ruan Qingjue lowered his eyes and picked up one of the river lanterns. After reading the content on it, he finally threw away the last trace of indifference. The lingering exhaustion tore away his remaining strength and hoarse his voice.

"How do you want me to let me go?"