Xiyao

For demons, time is something that can grind their bones and blood, and drive them crazy.

But for people, it is always in a hurry and fleeting.

Li Ruo is becoming more and more obedient, Chu Jiangli thinks.

He no longer stood by while Chu Jiangli was busy, and started to do things that he had dismissed before.

Such as tidying up the sundries in the hut, washing the dishes, heating rice paste for Xiao Genglou, and singing unintelligible songs to lull him to sleep.

Chu Jiangli didn't restrict his actions, and he didn't run around, acting against the bottom line of his heart.

The only time he went away recently was when Chu Jiangli cared about Ruan Zhi's recent situation, but he was worried about entrusting him to a dilemma. Li Ruo took the initiative to take the trip on his behalf, and the information he brought back was not far behind that of Ran Xianchen two years ago.

The amorous little son had a good life, let go of unrealistic obsessions, married a wife and had children, and the children became a couple.

Chu Jiangli was happy for him.

When Li Ruo left, he asked him if he wanted to take a message, the policeman quickly thought about it and said, don't disturb his life.

It is enough to know that he is well.

A few days later, it was Chu Jiangli's birthday.

It was also the day when he was picked up by Yuan City people.

The catcher quickly ordered two bowls of tomato and egg noodles, and the demon sitting next to him sucked piercingly, looking completely human.

He ate intently and satisfactorily, but when Chu Jiang left, he found that he had run out of salt, and the noodles were easy to get mushy, so he didn't have time to buy them. The two bowls of noodles had too little salt, and they were really bland.

He dug out the clay pot of bacon, put a chopstick of bacon into Li Ruo's bowl, and ate a bowl of tasteless noodles with a little residue from the chopsticks.

Yaobo pulled the bacon, slowly put it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, then suddenly turned his face and said: "Or Xue."

"What?" Chu Jiangli didn't realize it all at once, and subconsciously asked again.

"Or Xue," Li Ruo said, "my real name."

His eyes were peaceful, his expression was so serious that it was almost pious, and he stared intently at Chu Jiangli.

Perhaps it was because the real eye color was hidden under the illusion, Chu Jiangli couldn't find the once clear and ruthless coolness in those eyes, they seemed to melt in a faint layer of tiredness, and his pulse was warm.

Those are a pair of gentle and vicissitudes of life eyes, the traces of time have been engraved, but the innocence inside has never been erased.

It was clearly still cold, but it finally had a human temperature.

The catcher seemed to be bewitched, and it took a long time before he felt sadness and bitterness on the back of his tongue.

He should be surprised, but for some reason, as if he knew that this day would come, he had such a strange feeling.

"Why?" he said.

Why, tell me?

At this time, this atmosphere, choose to end this story.

This, the story of the catcher and the demon.

"The real name of a demon represents trust." Li Ruo, perhaps said that the real name was the demon of Orxue.

"Only tell the most important existence."

"It is the only one, and he is also the only one."

He seemed reluctant to part with the bowl of noodles, and looked at the bowl regretfully: "I actually want to finish eating the noodles, and then I'll tell you."

His hand pressed the position of his heart: "However, it disagrees."

"It's a pity that I wasted a bowl of noodles you ordered yourself."

The catcher pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled very ugly: "Can't you deceive your heart?"

Li Ruo also smiled: "Chu Jiangli, you can't do it, can you?"

"You love me, and I finally fell in love with you."

The demon finally fell in love with humans.

He offered his heart and his life together as the first and last gift.

As far as Yu Yao is concerned, telling her real name is a ritual. From that moment on, she has given up her freedom beyond life, and is completely bound by something invisible.

Li Ruo looked away and stared at an unknown place: "I once made a promise to a human being."

"All the things he can't do, I will help him complete."

"This is the last one."

For a moment, Chu Jiangli mistakenly thought that the illusion was ineffective, and he saw mint green eyes that were so clear that they were almost transparent, "Chu Jiangli, if you refuse my love, then kill me and end my eternal life." End of time."

Demons are free.

When he completely lost his freedom, there were only two endings, death or——

"And if you accept it," Li Ruo said softly, "I will learn how to become a 'human'."

There is no more demon named "Li Ruo" in the world.

He didn't look at Chu Jiangli, and quietly waited for the policeman to make a choice.

The last, one-chance, choice.

Choose, Ali.

I leave the power of choice in your hands.

No one shakes your resolve, no one cloudes your judgment.

That's entirely from your heart, the final decision.

This story of a catcher and a demon is coming to an end, but what kind of ending will you write?

Chu Jiangli slowly deliberated, and spit out words one by one from his lips: "You still owe me eleven guns."

He has made his choice.

Li Ruo smiled: "You still haven't changed."

"In the end, it turns out that you are the most equal person."

No relatives, no estrangement, no honor and no base, choose not to forgive without discrimination.

no matter who.

"Chu Jiangli, you love me." He stood up, took a few steps back, and gave enough room for Chu Jiangli to call out Burning City, and asked persistently.

The cop replied: "Yes, I love you."

He closed his eyes slightly: "I don't want to love you, but I can't control my heart."

Back then, the theater owner in a decadent red dress was leaning on the couch, and he couldn't help himself, nor could he love him.

At that time, General Chu didn't understand Li, so he only made jokes, but now that he first met, he made farewell.

The fiery red cross gradually appeared in the air. It had been away from Yuan City for too long, and it was already rusted and mottled, but the cold light was still there.

The red color is like a rainbow, piercing through the waist and belly of the demon, and the tip of the spear protrudes, dripping bright red.

The demon's face was instantly pale as paper, his throat rolled, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Shockingly moored to the ground.

After being known his real name, he lost his "immortality".

Although there was no injury at the core, it was more serious than any previous injury. The strong healing power did not work, and the pain was so painful that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Li Ruo was rarely injured.

And even if it is injured, it will heal in an instant.

It was the first time he was in such pain, his body was shaking, but he forced a smile: "There are still ten shots."

You didn't kill me in the first shot because you knew I was afraid of pain, right?

You want me to suffer, you want me to despair, you want me to understand the feelings of those who died at my hands.

Well, as you wish.

Chu Jiangli didn't say a word, he pulled the tip of the spear and stabbed straight out.

The gun is an indomitable weapon, sharp and decisive, and will not turn back.

Burning City is like this, Chu Jiangli is like this.

He fulfilled his promise, and after ten shots, he withdrew his hand. Seeing the demon who was struggling to support and did not fall, he knelt down, fell on the ground, and spit out a big mouthful of blood with his head bowed.

Li Ruo kept bleeding from the corner of his mouth, but he tried his best to raise his head, and his lips moved.

He couldn't make a sound, but Chu Jiangli understood what he meant.

He was saying - you didn't kill me, I won.

This sentence was so familiar that Chu Jiangli was slightly taken aback by the familiarity.

He sighed: "You won."

Li Ruo, mine or Xue, indeed you won.

Yao blinked and coughed heart-piercingly. Chu Jiangli avoided all vital points, but still caused him serious injuries.

Not fatal, but very, very painfully traumatic.

He coughed and coughed, and suddenly the whole monster froze completely, and raised his head in disbelief, with despair in his eyes.

Silent changes happened secretly, like the heart of the deceased beating again, like the blood of the dead flowing again, some lost things returned to the body accustomed to their absence.

The sharp nails stretched out uncontrollably, piercing into the hard ground, and the illusion that covered the eyes was as fragile as spring ice, shattered in an instant, and flew into countless crystal fragments.

The supreme mighty force returned to this body, like a tired bird returning to its nest, returning from winter to spring, naturally without any violation.

The demon power flows happily in a posture that is integrated with the blood, full of vitality that has not been seen for a long time.

Chu Jiangli relieved his troubled heart.

Li Ruo's body rejoiced at the regained power, but her voice was shattered due to the great pain: "What are you doing?"

The policeman stared at him calmly: "Li Ruo, I will give you back your freedom."

With a handsome face and slightly flattened brows, he said, "You are free. The world is vast, and you can go anywhere."

"It's just that we won't see each other again."

Yao stared at him in astonishment: "What do you mean?"

"You said that my wish will come true. But my last wish is not to kill you, but to never see you again."

Chu Jiangli said calmly: "You won, I can't kill you. But we won't see each other again."

Long ago, I fell in love with you.After a long time, I don't want to kill you anymore.

But I still can't do it, forgive you.

Therefore, at the fork in the road, you and I will be separated, and the sky will be high and the sea will be wide, and we will never meet again.

This is the last tolerance between each other.

The monster's mint green eyes were filled with sadness, and she looked at him mournfully: "Why?"

"Chu Jiangli, you love all living beings in this world, no matter human or non-human, why is Dudu so cruel to me?"

"Because you killed someone." Chu Jiangli said.

"Killing is a felony. Life is the most precious, the most splendid, and the most sacred. There is no existence, and it can be trampled on at will."

He answered unswervingly like a few years ago to the person who asked him if he was worth it: "No one can kill without paying the price."

"No matter what I lose or what I become, he must be punished as he should."

Li Ruo covered her mouth and coughed, blood dripped from the corner of her lips, she smiled softly: "So that's how it is."

He said: "It's really cold, Chu Jiangli, look out the window, is it snowing?"

Chu Jiangli frowned: "It's October, why is it snowing?"

He looked out the window, his words stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened in surprise.

It was indeed snowing, Zhedan City in the south, it started snowing in mid-October.

The rustling snow covered the ground lightly, making it so white that it seemed spotless.

Quiet and silent, pure and lonely.

"Words follow the law, and follow the law on behalf of the sky." The demon fell on the ground, laughing palely at himself, "I actually read it wrong. There is such a person in a remote town."

"No wonder your Burning City, which is clearly a life-saving weapon, exists to protect a city."

"It's not your life weapon at all, but a Taoist weapon."

Chu Jiangli didn't understand: "Scorching City is indeed my life weapon."

"When your Dao heart is unshakable, it will not be." Li Ruo said, "You practice the law and punish the injustice of the world. A Dao heart is impeccable, and even the Dao of Heaven has a feeling, and the snow falls to show it."

"If it hadn't been for..." He coughed again, "If sleepiness hadn't broken your half soul and cut off your path, you would have already been halfway to the altar, and you were only a little bit close to proving the way and conferring the gods."

"Really?" Chu Jiangli said, "I don't want to become a god, and I don't feel regretful."

"Li Ruo, you should go."

The monster grabbed the table legs, stood up with difficulty, and staggered a bit.Chu Jiangli raised his hand to help him, but stopped halfway.

Now that we are farewell, there should be no sloppiness or indecision.

Don't give him any hope, don't let him have any illusions.

Only by being firm enough can the damage be minimized.

Li Ruo saw that his movements were unnatural, smiled, and said with some nostalgia: "A Li, there will be no future."

The breeze blew past, and there was nothing in the place, only the pool of blood remained, which was still dazzlingly red.

Chu Jiangli stood quietly for a while, looked around blankly, to confirm that the demon had really left, and slowly slid on the ground against the wall.

He hugged his knees and shrugged his shoulders. At first it was a thin whimper, which gradually became uncontrollable, and it became louder and louder, and finally wept hysterically.

Big drops of tears smeared, and the policeman who had never cried before almost fell into a breakdown. The pain in his chest was so painful that he couldn't stop his teeth from chattering.

That was the first time Chu Jiangli cried, and also the only time he cried.

He didn't know why he was crying, but he couldn't cry himself.

Too much sadness, almost crushing his whole body.

When he was exhausted from crying, his hazy tearful eyes caught a glimpse of a small reflective thing on the windowsill.

Chu Jiangli stood up, took a closer look, and saw clearly that it was a pure white conch.

Underneath is Zhang Xiaojian, writing "Stay with Jun Nian".

He read it silently several times, and suddenly there was a cry of grief, holding the conch, and tears fell like rain.

Every tear that hits the conch shell carries strength and sadness that cannot be ignored.

Why did Chu Jiangli fall in love with Li Ruo?

He didn't understand, and neither did Li Ruo.

Maybe it's just because when we first met, the demon squatted on the corner of the street, stroking a kitten with his head down.

It looks so gentle and so lonely.