Big breaker

When Zhu Yan told the story, Fan Er got up very loudly at first, sighed and closed her eyes, took out a cigarette from somewhere and lit it, put it between her lips and closed her eyes and sucked it, it was full of The bluffing emphasis of "I have a story, do you have any wine?" actually tells the plot, but it is simple and rude, and it is a bit obscene under careful scrutiny.

"Once upon a time, there was a knife, and he was refined into a demon. He was a prodigal, wandering around, killing people when he wanted to, saving people when he wanted to, free and unscrupulous, until one day, he met a monk.

The monk is a merciful monk, not only for people, but also for non-human beings.The monk has a ruined temple, which is specially used to house those inhumans who have nowhere to go. One day, as a routine, he picked up a seriously injured sword demon in it.The blood on the sword demon's body not only beheaded many human and non-human lives, but the monk didn't know anything, and thought he had done a good deed. "

The monk took good care of the sword demon and saved his life, but the sword demon didn't know what to do and began to pester the monk.The monk is a good-tempered person, and he endured it again and again, but he still felt that the sword demon was annoying, and he couldn't drive him away. When he asked him why, the sword demon couldn't answer why. He was asked a lot, and he was also annoying. After thinking about it, I finally found a decent answer.

"I like you." The sword demon said to the monk. "I think I'm in love with you. For example, right now, I really want to put my blade in your body."

The monk was thin-skinned, and his face was reddened by these words, but after the redness was over, he still persuaded the sword demon with kind words, his tone was gentle and unquestionable.

"You made a mistake." He said to the sword demon, "I don't like you, and you don't like me. Don't think about it, let's go, this place is not suitable for you."

The sword demon doesn't believe it.Out of an inexplicable obsession, he firmly believes that what he has for the monk is the kind of feeling that can be called "love", and uses this as a reason to forcefully stay by the monk's side, feeling that he is very persistent and loyal.

At this point in the story, there was a long silence.Fu Li rolled his eyes in his heart because of the boringness of the story, smacked it carefully twice, and couldn't help asking: "What happened next?"

Zhu Yan: "What?"

Fu Li: "The sword demon and the monk are together?"

Zhu Yan gave him a funny look, took out the cigarette in her mouth, and exhaled deeply, her picturesque eyebrows became blurred in the lingering smoke.

"No," he replied, "they never got together."

Zhu Yan put the cigarette back into her mouth, raised her slender fingers slightly, and supported the front half of the cigarette: "The monk is dead, the knife demon's pot."

Very bloody routine plot, simply put, the boss who offended the sword demon before came to the door, but the sword demon happened to be away, the monk was innocently involved, and was hacked to death, and his small ruined temple was also killed. destroyed.When the sword demon came back, he went crazy. He chopped everything that could be chopped seventeen or eight times. His enemies were chopped into small pieces, but his monk never came back.

a tragedy.A corny, bloody, unappealing tragedy.When Zhu Yan said this, she suddenly laughed, her eyes slanted from the corners of Fei Yang's eyes, and she glanced across Fu Li's face indifferently: "Then guess what?"

Fu Li: "?"

"He liked the monk so much that he was reluctant to bury him, and he would sleep in his arms at night. As a result, he slept until midnight, and the monk's flesh reflected the prototype. It turned out that he was also a monster, and he was also a scabbard."

This is where the story really ends.After Fu Li listened, he pondered for a long time, and suddenly realized that he slapped his hand: "So at the beginning, the knife said that he wanted to stab him, not in metaphor. He really wanted to stab him."

"..." The corners of Zhu Yan's mouth twitched a couple of times because of Fu Li's god-like reaction after reading it. After a moment of silence, he suddenly laughed again.

"Who said it wasn't." He said in a low voice, giggling as he spoke, "Where did so much 'love' come from? To put it bluntly, it's just impulsiveness, a natural impulsiveness."

The breath of the monster is hard to recognize, and the monk is good at hiding himself, so the sword monster has never guessed his identity.However, the monk who is the sword demon knows it, and it is precisely because he knows that he wants to reject the sword demon——

He knew from the very beginning that the sword demon didn't like him at all, let alone love.It's just an instinct.He is a knife, he is a scabbard, so even if he doesn't know his identity, he will be attracted to him by nature. This is an impulse engraved in the soul, mysterious and mysterious, unavoidable, and uncountable.

"The sword demon failed to recognize his own feelings, was blindly impulsive, and refused to listen to persuasion, and eventually ended up losing everything. What about you? Fu Li—that's the name, right? How much do you care about your own feelings?" How sure are you?"

Looking sideways at Fu Li's expression, Zhu Yan's voice was faint, hidden in the slowly rising smoke, just like his face, showing a kind of indistinct unreality, reminding Fu Li of those high-ranking gods in serial dramas , looked down with compassionate eyes, and said unpredictable words.

"I don't like this question." There was some displeasure in his tone, "Why do you have to ask me?"

"Didn't you say it? Because you guys are very familiar to me." Zhu Yan said indifferently, put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the table, stood up, walked to the window to open the window for ventilation, "It's still the same sentence. I don't want to destroy your relationship or something. I just want to mention something. Some things really can't just be taken for granted. If you don't understand the essence and act rashly, even if you can If you wish for a while, the final result may not be so good. "

When she said the last sentence, Zhu Yan paused, lingering on the tip of her tongue for a long time, and finally chose a sentence that didn't sound so harsh.He looked back at Fu Li, his gaze stayed on his thoughtful expression for a second, then quickly moved away, and landed on the closed door behind Fu Li's right.

In the next second, the doorknob was turned. Hua Fei pushed the door open and came out with a serious face.