Master, he never speaks

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, what you said before, are you sincere, or...or angry?"

Zhu Jixiu's lips were trembling, and the corners of his lips were still stained with Zhu Hanshuang's blood. People who say that they don't like to cry, when he really cried, it was because his heart was broken and he was so sad that tears came out. It will slide down the corner of the eye uncontrollably.

The transparent tears gathered on Zhu Jixiu's pointed chin, and finally hit Zhu Hanshuang's pale cheek drop by drop. Zhu Hanshuang subconsciously licked his lips, and the bitter taste spread on the tip of his tongue.

Su Yu (Zhu Hanshuang): "..."

Zhu Hanshuang couldn't see Zhu Jixiu crying. In the past, when Zhu Jixiu acted like a baby and pretended to cry with him, Zhu Hanshuang would subconsciously forgive Zhu Jixiu unconsciously. He belongs to the kind of doting parent. Growing up in a honey jar.

So when he said those words that were enough to penetrate Zhu Jixiu's heart, his heart was also enduring pain and torment, but he had no other choice. If time could be restarted, Zhu Hanshuang would not regret what he said .

There is no way to shake the plot line, no matter how hard he tries and struggles, in the end, the plot line will still choose him as a substitute for Qiu Yin, forcing him to take up the sword and pierce Zhu Jixiu's heart with his own hands.

System: [Frost...]

The hand of the small system is tightly grasping his magic robe. He is the one who knows best what Zhu Hanshuang is really thinking at this time. Don't look at Zhu Hanshuang's calm appearance on the surface, in fact, the lights in the entire system space have changed. It darkened.

System: [Frost, you...]

The small system doesn't know how to comfort Zhu Hanshuang. He understands that this is Zhu Hanshuang's own choice and the choice of the plot line, and he is just a small system. Even the main god can't interfere with the development of the plot line. What he can do Things can only be silently by Zhu Hanshuang's side.

Zhu Jixiu: "Master, tell me? Are the words you said before the truth or anger!"

Zhu Jixiu's heart throbbed in pain, his eyes were red, and his emotions seemed to be about to collapse. He pressed Zhu Hanshuang's wrist even harder, and only heard a slight cracking sound, and Zhu Hanshuang frowned. Get up, but he still has a blank face, maintaining an indifferent posture on his face.

Su Yu (Zhu Hanshuang): "...Don't you really want to know if what I said before is the truth or anger?"

The master raised his eyes slowly, and in those beautiful eyes, Zhu Jixiu's eyes were red, his face was full of sadness, and the corners of his mouth were raised little by little, with a mocking arc, and he said coldly:

Su Yu (Zhu Hanshuang): "Then let me tell you now, what I'm telling is the truth."

As soon as this remark came out, Zhu Jixiu's eyes widened in disbelief. He looked at Zhu Hanshuang who was pressed under him, neither struggling nor resisting, with an indifferent and distant face, and suddenly realized that he didn't know Zhu Hanshuang.

The person he likes is the person who will gently kiss his forehead; the person he likes is the person who writes his name on the bluestone board with his fingers in the soft moonlight; There are not many expressions on his face, but when he sees him, he can't help showing a gentle expression.

The person Zhu Jixiu likes is not the No. [-] swordsman in the world whose words hit his heart with a knife, just like Zhu Hanshuang, when he gently calls him "Jixiu", even if Zhu Hanshuang changes his identity. Xiu will still fall into it involuntarily, and his heart will be moved by it.

Zhu Jixiu: "Haha...hahahaha..."

Zhu Jixiu laughed, his face went down little by little, and finally buried in Zhu Hanshuang's neck, as usual, he rubbed his tall nose against Zhu Hanshuang's smooth neck, everything was like Zhu Hanshuang's usual Xiu actually acted like a baby to Zhu Hanshuang in the same way.

But Zhu Hanshuang could feel the coldness around his neck, Zhu Jixiu was still crying, he was crying very quietly and depressed, his shoulders twitched from time to time, the hand pressing Zhu Hanshuang's wrists little by little loosened up.

Zhu Jixiu: "...Master, I seem to be a joke."

Zhu Jixiu's voice was full of tears, he felt that he was really a big joke, it turned out that Zhu Hanshuang's promises to him, tolerance to him, and concessions to him step by step were all lies illusion.

Zhu Jixiu: "I should be clear... How could a person like you fall in love with me..."

Zhu Jixiu chuckled lightly, he raised his head, his cheeks were stained with tears, his eyes were still slightly sad, but the corners of his lips were raised, he laughed at himself, and said word by word:

Zhu Jixiu: "After all... I'm just a lowly half-human demon."

As soon as this remark came out, Zhu Hanshuang's eyes were also red. He quickly closed his eyes, turned his head to one side, and faced Zhu Jixiu with a posture of refusing to communicate. Often when two people quarrel, the most terrifying thing is not the fierce one. A quarrel, but a... cold war.

Zhu Hanshuang's indifferent attitude fell into Zhu Jixiu's eyes, which made the extremely sad person completely disappointed and sad.

Zhu Jixiu: "Okay, since this is your wish, Master, then from now on..."

Zhu Jixiu: "I wish Jixiu and you have nothing to do with each other."

After saying this, Zhu Jixiu raised his arm and wiped away the tears on his face. He took one last look at Zhu Hanshuang, knelt down and made a big salute, then turned around and rushed out the door resolutely.

With Zhu Jixiu's departure, the room became quiet.

Zhu Hanshuang finally couldn't hold it anymore, the indifference on his face was disintegrated in an instant, his body curled up, the whole person was crying silently like a shrimp boiled in hot water, the bone in his right hand crushed by Zhu Jixiu Glowing pain.

Su Yu (Zhu Hanshuang): "Jixiu..."

The master murmured softly, he subconsciously hugged the quilt in his arms, buried his head deeply in the quilt, and there was still the breath of Zhu Jixiu on it.

It was as if Zhu Jixiu was still beside Zhu Hanshuang, holding him in his arms.

Su Yu (Zhu Hanshuang): "How can I be so cruel, and how can I be willing to say those words..."

Zhu Hanshuang closed her eyes, enduring the cracked bones in her wrists, and the heart-piercing pain from her heart. Those words were false, but once they were spoken from Zhu Hanshuang's mouth, they fell into Zhu Jixiu's ears Inside, that becomes true meaning.

Master was in a trance, and for some reason in his mind, he suddenly recalled the conversation between him and Zhu Jixiu a long time ago:

Zhu Jixiu: 【Master, what am I in your heart? 】

Zhu Hanshuang: [Jiange Supreme Treasure. 】

Yes, he was very sure and said those four words to Zhu Jixiu without hesitation - Jiange Supreme Treasure.

Zhu Jixiu is the treasure of Jiange, the person he likes little by little, the person he and Shen Qianche both protect, and the person he approves of.

But today, he personally shattered the Jiange treasure.

……

Zhu Jixiu and Zhu Hanshuang had a cold war. From that day on, Zhu Jixiu never took the initiative to meet Zhu Hanshuang again. He seemed to have disappeared into Zhu Hanshuang's world.

It can't be said that it disappeared, Zhu Hanshuang can still see Zhu Jixiu, on the competition field, in the school of Guangyao Palace, but every time he sees Zhu Jixiu, the other party is surrounded by a group of people.

Zhu Hanshuang could only watch from a distance, and his current identity and cultivation level could not get close to Zhu Jixiu's body, so he could only take a look at Zhu Jixiu from a distance.

Today is the team competition, and Zhu Hanshuang is nominally a disciple of the Destiny Sect's Medicine Pavilion, so he has to go to the scene to watch. He tidied up at will, and as usual, walked along the path to the competition venue.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Jixiu came right in front of him, and Li Xian'er was beside him.

Su Yu (Zhu Hanshuang): "..."

Zhu Hanshuang knows that in recent years, Zhu Jixiu has become more and more outstanding in terms of appearance and cultivation base, and he is very admired and loved by female cultivators, and Li Xianer beside him is the saint of Lihua Palace. Character is the top among women.

Zhu Hanshuang's footsteps stopped subconsciously, her breathing was a little short, seeing Zhu Jixiu getting closer and closer to him...

But Zhu Jixiu didn't look at Zhu Hanshuang, he was just talking and laughing with Li Xian'er, the corners of his mouth even raised, the two are very good-looking, they are a perfect match.

In this way, he passed by Zhu Hanshuang and never looked back.

Su Yu (Zhu Hanshuang): "..."

Zhu Hanshuang's heart suddenly ached.

Obviously the two people who were the closest to each other before, but now they are strangers.