The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

It's still the scene when we first met, but from He Juangui's point of view, it's naturally different.

The man with white hair and starry eyes stood tall and tall in front of the window, looking at the few green bamboos outside with a lonely expression.

Lu Qing bandit couldn't help but walked to his side and looked out together with him.But I saw a slight movement in the green bamboo forest, revealing some snow-white feathers. This is a snowy owl covered in snow, only the eyes are as black as ink beads, and a bamboo tube is tied to the bright red feet.

It jumped onto He Juangui's shoulder without seeing anything, hooked one foot to the clothes on his shoulder, stretched out the other, and pecked at the wooden hairpin on the back of his head with its bright yellow beak, as if urging him to look at it quickly. letter.

He Juangui touched its feathers and took off the bamboo tube, but there was only a small ball inside.

The bead was crystal clear, and Lu Qingbandit recognized that it was not an ordinary plaything, but a magical storage device used to pass items.He Juangui's long sleeves moved slightly, and suddenly the table was overflowing with spiritual energy, and a large pile of heavenly and earthly treasures, pearls, jade and agates, appeared very bright.

One of the golden fruits was sunken inside and bulging outward, shining golden light, which was particularly conspicuous. He Juangui picked up the fruit and touched it in his hand, but there was no happy expression on his face, instead he let out a long sigh.

"I don't know how much effort my sister spent to find things like pearl relics."

He took out the letterhead under the pile of heavenly treasures and read it a few times, his complexion turned paler.

"Everything has a useful place, rain can moisten the field, bamboo can build a house, and flowers can bloom, but what use is there for me? The sect does not lack a low-level monk like me, and that man is not I don’t want to see me. My mother wants me to live a happy life and only wants to protect myself, but even if I stay behind closed doors in this Qianfangjie City for the rest of my life, it will still be a burden to my sister. Go to hell and act as if I have never existed in this world."

The spring rain outside, the peach blossoms and the willows green made him even more distracted. The long piano was lying on the table, but no one wanted to play it.He Juangui put his fingers on the strings several times, but took them away again.

"It's just that I'm sorry for my mother when I die."

Suddenly he closed his bright eyes, spiritual energy surged on the strings, and nine fingers pressed down at the same time, the strings cut open the pads of all nine fingers, the wound was deep enough to see the bones, and blood gushed out, dripping the The black Shenqin was dyed bright red.The ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain of severed fingers was like digging into the heart, but he was like a wood and stone puppet who didn't feel it.

He Juangui lightly plucked the strings of the long zither with his fingertips that only had thick phalanges, and the two ends of the strings snapped off, leaving only a strand of filament in the middle to hold the man's hand.The long thread stretched across his jade-like neck, penetrated into the flesh and blood, leaving a red mark on the white skin.He pushed harder, and the filament penetrated an inch under the skin, and blood flowed into his open neckline, moistening the plain white clothes.

Ordinary people want to die, they need to hang themselves and jump into the river with the help of external force, but it is very simple for monks.He only needs to apply a little more spiritual energy to the strings to make the inertia force move forward, and then his head will roll off, completely dead.

At this time, He Juangui's face moved slightly, not because of the pain in his neck, but because of the boy's shouts from outside.

"Sir, sir, it's not good! At our door, there is a fairy who has turned into a peach blossom! Ah! There is a lot of blood on his body, I am afraid he is going to die!"

Lu Qingbandit was a little panicked from the moment he hurt himself with the strings. Although he knew that this was just a memory and that the man must be fine, he still couldn't help worrying.

At this moment, when I heard the boy's cry, my heart suddenly moved, I connected the previous things together, and couldn't help sighing that it was ridiculous.At that time, he pretended to be chased and killed, and fell outside the door of He Juangui, but he just wanted to trick him into saving himself.It never occurred to him that He Juangui, who was in the door, was also looking for death at that time, thanks to the boy's cry.

If He Juangui didn't come to save him, he would die.But if he didn't come to beg He Juangui to save him, He Juangui would also die.There are many mistakes, and I don't know who owes whom a life, after all, fate tricks people.

He remained silent, watching He Juangui take a pause, finally put down the string, and walked into the rain with an umbrella, leaving only a faint view of his back.The wound on his hand is still not healed, and blood drips down the handle of the umbrella, leaving red marks all over the ground.

The drizzle was whirling outside the door, he leaned on the door, and heard someone outside the door asking: "Why don't you want to live?"

Someone replied: "I have no worries, no relatives, no friends. I have no refuge in life, and no place to bury after death. No one wants to drink a pot of wine with me when I am alive. When I die, I should No one shed a single tear for me to be sad. Living and dying are all my own business, and have nothing to do with others. I feel unhappy living, and I think it would be better to die."

"But if you don't live, how do you know you won't meet someone who is willing to get drunk with you?" The man replied.

Lu Qingbandi laughed softly, but he didn't know who he was laughing at, the one who poked his dantian with a peach blossom branch, or the one who strangled He Juangui with a zither string.They really have a tacit understanding, even the way of wanting to die is so ingenious and poetic.

The spring rain is deeply saddened to the bone, thinking of Yi Acacia and suffering for Iraq.The shape of the pin reminds the bones of the night and screams, a branch of new peach and half a song.

After this dream tracing ended, Lu Qing bandit remained silent.

"What's the matter with you, host?" the system asked him with a pouted mouth. "Would you like something to eat? Ah, I forgot that you are human and cannot eat this."

Lu Qingbandit ignored him, turned his head and bit He Juangui's neck as white as jade.He was merciless this time, biting deeply and hard, until he tasted the salty taste in his mouth and still didn't let go.The tongue picks apart the flesh, the teeth bite and tear it off, the throat rolls, sucking the blood from the veins, as if barbs have grown out of that soft tongue.He was a bloodthirsty beast that would devour the man from head to toe.

The person under him opened his eyes, but he didn't push him away, and only gently held the back of his neck with his hand.After a long time, He Juangui stood up when Lu Qingbandit's movements stopped, and covered him with the quilt as usual.

"Don't you ask me why I bit you?"

Lu Qing bandit licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a seductive, casual smile on his face.

"Don't ask." He Juangui said.

"Why don't you ask?" Lu Qing bandit grabbed the corner of his robe and tore off the clothes he had just put on.

"If you want to tell me, you will tell me yourself, and I don't need to ask. If you don't want to tell me, I will only tell you some lies and perfunctory. I don't need to ask. "

Lu Qinggui only felt that the anger in his heart that had not dissipated was completely aroused by He Juangui's words, and it couldn't get up and down in his throat. He wanted to spit it out, but he didn't know what to say to him. who.

He was so dazed that he was confused for the first time. He dragged He Juangui to the ground, pressed his body down, pinched his bleeding neck with one hand, opened his eyes wide, and put his nose to nose, breath intersecting. , The heartbeat almost came out of the throat.

"He Juangui." He bit down on the man's lips. "Tell me the truth, what happened in the past 300 years? What did I do before?"

The author has something to say: When it rains, I even hate myself.

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Woo~ Can a cat with a wet mood and fur get a hug?