Old state

Guixu pushed away from his room and found that someone was already sitting in the room.

Seeing him come back, he lit the candle on the table. Under the warm glow of the candle, Yang Zigui's profile looked like a lost child, at a loss.

Guixu was startled, hurriedly walked to him and sat down, raised his hand to wrap his arms around his shoulder, but stopped halfway, just patted his shoulder, and asked softly: "What's wrong? "

The master in front of him is mysterious, powerful, and omnipotent.Such a weak side like today always reminded him of that day when Yang Zigui, who had gone mad, was weak and beautiful, which broke his heart.

Yang Zigui's gaze was fixed not far away, as if he had been in a daze, and he woke up after hearing his question, hesitated for a while, then turned his head and asked him: "If I said..."

He just started, but he stopped again. He didn't know what to say about this matter.

Guixu looked at his hesitation, and asked understandingly: "What can I help you with?"

Yang Zigui gritted his teeth: "Shall we stop helping Da Xia?"

He knew that the patriarch was busy with this matter these days when he went out early and returned late. Now that he said to change it, he changed it. Not only was the previous effort in vain, but it also had a great impact on the things to be done in the future. It is good to get twice the result with half the effort.

His request must be very unreasonable.Yang Zigui frowned lightly, his eyes were far away.

Although it is not good to go back and forth, he has a reason to do it. He must ensure that he, Guixu, and Wushuang Hall will all stand on the other side of the Great Xia and Jin Dynasty from now on, completely on the other side.As for the Wushuang Hall, he has already given it to the Patriarch, so he must discuss this matter with the Patriarch.

A trace of doubt flashed in Guixu's eyes, and he didn't say much, just smiled softly, and agreed.

He responded so simply that Yang Zigui was at a loss.

Speaking of which, since Patriarch came back, he hasn't talked to Patriarch properly yet.There are really too many things mixed in, from the black nightmare to the drought, he doesn't know how to explain these things, or in other words, before today, he didn't know much about the black light ball in his body.

Maybe today is a good time to talk?

He tilted his head, his eyes reflected the candlelight, which was more dazzling than thousands of stars in Guixu's eyes, but the clear and clear voice was intermittent, as if the speaker was very difficult to speak, and he was [-] confused: "You are nothing... ...Do you want to ask me?" He had a lot to say, and he couldn't say it directly, so Guixu could only ask him—after all, Guixu is the world's trend.

Gui Xu was taken aback for asking this question.Maybe there are, there are many, some questions he knows the answer to, some questions he dare not ask for the answer, he is afraid of the only person in his life that he regards as light, and there are many dirty things hidden behind it.

Feelings similar to the feeling of being close to the hometown were born in his heart. After thinking and thinking, thinking and thinking, he finally asked a question that surprised both of them: "Why were you so kind to me in the first place?"

Yang Zigui didn't expect him to ask this question.He took out his folding fan from his sleeve, shook it twice, shook it twice, and finally decided to tell the truth.

"I once had a dream. In the dream, I lived hundreds of years later. In the dream, my master was the leader of the Demon Cult. The person who is worshiped, respected, and regarded as a god by everyone in the Demon Cult. The founder of the Demon Cult. I My patriarch, my name is Yang Caiqiong." As soon as the words started, Guixu vaguely understood something, and when the word "Yang Caiqiong" came out, Guixu smiled instead.

Yang Zigui hadn't seen that clear and clean smile for a long time.

He originally thought that Guixu would be angry, mad, and detest him after telling this story, but he didn't expect him to react like this. From his smile and eyes, Yang Zigui could feel that he was really happy, even Weirdly, there is a sense of happiness.

He turned his head to look at him, refusing to say any more.

Guixu knew what he was waiting for, reached out and snatched his fan, shook it like Yang Zigui's unrestrained and unrestrained appearance in the past, and said with a smile: "Your dream is for me; you are for me." born."

Others might feel angry when he said such domineering words to the extreme, but Yang Zigui only found it funny.Although the child has grown up, there is still that childish and cute child hidden in his heart.When these two sentences were said, the child jumped out, baring his teeth and waving his claws to show his presence.

He also smiled, and stretched out his hand to touch his head: "Yes, I was born for you."

He thought this sentence was just comfort.But he didn't know that this was a foreshadowing, a foreshadowing, and an inevitable knot in his fate.

But now the two people looked at each other with warm and clean smiles on their faces, one was full of sweetness, the other was full of tenderness and pity.

It is the pure and beautiful self that has not been eroded by the years.

It was late at night, and Yang Zigui wanted to go back to his room to sleep, but was stopped by Guixu's coquetry.

Of course, the scheming patriarch acting like a baby is not simply acting like a baby. He just sits on the spot with his head slightly lowered, without missing a trace of expression, but his whole body is gloomy, like a big dog abandoned by its owner, and like A child whose parents lost, lost and sad.

Yang Zigui hated him the most.He clenched the handle of the fan and twirled it twice, then reluctantly announced his surrender: "Okay, I'll sleep with you."

On the sixth day after Grand Master appeared, the two of them still slept in the same room with two beds.

Yang Zigui in the inner room was worried, his eyes were open and he didn't know what he was thinking about, and he didn't sleep all night.

As for Guixu in the outer room, he kept looking at the curtain of the inner room, with a gentle smile on his mouth, but his eyes were stubborn, like a giant dragon guarding his treasure, not even daring to blink.

Both of them stayed up all night, but they were careful not to even turn over, for fear of disturbing the other person's night.

Yang Zigui's heart is always soft, perhaps, in his heart that has been stern like a sword, there is a soft apex, where the patriarch sits safely - the link between him and the old state hundreds of years ago.

He will only be soft on one person.

no matter what happens.