Ning Ning was a little panicked by his stare.

Pei Ji was very tall, and the moonlight fell obliquely, and his shadow just happened to cover her. Although he had no entity, it pressed down heavily, making it difficult to breathe.

If she lowered her head or stepped back at this time, she would collapse completely, which would be tantamount to telling Pei Ji clearly that she was embarrassed by his look.

That would be too embarrassing.

Ning Ning suppressed her heartbeat, raised her head with a stern expression.

Xie Yu's facial features were sharp and deep, and there was always a bit of evil spirit condensed from the devil's breath between his eyebrows.

As his offspring, Pei Ji merged the genes of both parents. Although he was slightly similar to them, his appearance was more gorgeous and gentle.

Ning Ning was right, Pei Ji was really very handsome.

He usually looked like a cold moon, far away and unreachable when he had a cold face, but now he was standing very close to her, and somehow, there was a hint of struggle in his eyes, which greatly alleviated the coldness and hostility around him. It was

like broken water light gently rippling in his eyes, reflecting a light pink color as warm as peach blossoms, but it was deliberately blocked by humans and could not reach her.

Such a look was really hard to resist.

Pei Ji slowly moved his feet and moved closer to her.

The shock on his face only appeared for a short moment, and was immediately replaced by the restraint and coldness that was always on his face.

Ning Ning saw that he stopped moving, and thought that the matter was over, but suddenly, she was caught off guard and heard Pei Ji's voice.

His voice was hoarse and too stiff, almost like a hoarse whisper: "Can I... hug you?"

The tone of voice could not be refused.

Ning Ning almost thought she was hallucinating.

Her chest was like a cat with its fur exploded, and the fur was scattering everywhere. She looked over in a daze and saw the boy's eyes half covered by his messy hair.

This time, it was Pei Ji who stiffened his back and looked away silently.

He never thought that he would say these words hidden in his heart in just a trance.

Although he rarely interacted with outsiders, Pei Ji also understood the meaning of a hug.

That was an action that only close people would give to each other, symbolizing acceptance, tolerance, and skin-to-skin contact.

And an inexplicable ambiguity.

Ning Ning did not respond. The bamboo forest was filled with only darkness and silence. He felt more miserable than ever before.

She must have felt very abrupt and hesitated, not knowing how to refuse.

Come to think of it, after all, the relationship between the two of them could only be described as ordinary fellow disciples. To Pei Ji, Ning Ning was the most special one of all; but she was always surrounded by so many different friends, and the taciturn, solitary and surly junior brother inevitably seemed dispensable.

What's more, he had such a terrible identity -

before this thought faded away, a breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers suddenly passed by his ears.

Something warm and soft fell into his arms, and Pei Ji leaned back slightly and took a step back.

Ning Ning's experience in hugging was not much richer than his, and her movements were panic and clumsy. The two hands on his back didn't know where to go, and after twisting for a while, they finally stopped at Pei Ji's protruding spine.

His heartbeat was too loud, Ning Ning thought, fast and fierce, making her numb.

She buried her head in Pei Ji's neck, and her breath was gentle when she spoke. She gently rubbed his collarbone and called in a muffled voice: "Pei Ji."

Ning Ning was calling his name.

Just two words were enough to make his heart restless.

Pei Ji took a breath and said solemnly, "Yes."

"...If you want to hug me, just hug me directly."

She lowered her head when she spoke, and her voice gradually became weaker, as if she had used a lot of courage to finally finish this sentence: "This kind of thing...you can't let girls take the initiative."

Cheng Ying couldn't help but laughed.

Pei Ji was stunned and didn't move.

A ray of fire spread rapidly in his chest, attracting bright sparks, as if something exploded, and the fireworks he saw in Luan City that day were inexplicably placed on his chest.

If Ning Ning didn't hate him——

The young swordsman let go of the long sword in his hand and raised his arms.

What his palm felt was completely different from the cold and hard hilt of the sword. It was as soft as a piece of candy or a lake of water, and filled with a comfortable warmth.

His hands, covered with scars and knots, slowly moved upwards, passing over the girl's slender lower back, waist and back in turn. Ningning seemed to be a little itchy from being touched, and trembled slightly in Pei Ji's arms.

His heart trembled with it.

"Don't be sad."

Ningning said, then felt something was wrong. After pausing for a moment, she added in a stiff voice: "No... If you are sad, you can tell me anytime. Although I don't have much ability, I will definitely do my best to help you."

Pei Ji lowered his head, with the tip of his nose just inches away from her hair.

It was the familiar scent of jasmine.

He kissed her hair gently, leaving no trace, and Ningning knew nothing about it.

He wanted to be closer to her.

Closer.

The hug that he once longed for seemed far from enough at this moment.

He had never been so greedy, and it seemed as if an endless abyss had opened up in his heart, which could not be filled no matter what.

However, this was the limit. If he approached her recklessly, once he crossed the line, he would probably only cause Ningning's disgust.

Pei Ji was almost driven crazy by the torture.

If one day he saw her disgusted look -

he didn't dare to think about it carefully.

"Don't keep your worries to yourself, okay?"

Ning Ning finally calmed down from her nervous mood and slowly got familiar with this action. She poked him on the back and said, "I..."

She paused for a moment when she said this. Pei Ji also frowned and looked into the depths of the bamboo forest.

There was a faint rustling sound there that was not easy to detect.

The redness on Ning Ning's face returned when she heard the voice. She coughed hurriedly, took two steps back from his arms and jumped out.

She held her breath, not daring to look at Pei Ji, and looked straight in the direction of the voice.

The forest was silent in the middle of the night, and the moon was obscured by dark clouds at some point, revealing only a few strands of dim silver-gray.

The illusion was extremely dangerous. Ning Ning and Pei Ji both gathered their spiritual power, and the end of the bamboo trees suddenly moved, and a woman in a white dress walked out of it.

Ning Ning was stunned.

This sister, she had seen her before.

White teeth, moth eyebrows, graceful and elegant, with a teardrop mole drooping under her eyes, it was Zhou Yimei, Miss Zhou's family.

Zhou Yimei never thought that she would run into them here. She coughed a few times unconsciously as the cold wind blew at night.

Three pairs of eyes suddenly collided in the stagnant air. Although there were no words, an undercurrent was growing invisibly.

Ning Ning really couldn't understand.

It was said that after Xie Yu led the demons to break through Chongling, no one in the Zhou family survived except her. Although Zhou Yimei was lucky enough to escape, her situation was worse than death and she suffered all kinds of humiliation.

The man resented her betrayal and ruthlessness, and not only did he place Zhou Yimei in an abandoned villa, making her vulnerable to bullying, but he also broke her right hand bone, which was physically and mentally abusive. He didn't even need to chase his wife to the crematorium, and scattering the ashes of the bastard man was not enough to make up for it.

- If the old sadomasochistic story follows the bloody trend, will Zhou Yimei really fall in love with Xie Yu? Shouldn't the only ending suitable for him be to be made into a human barbecued pork bun and fed to dogs?

No, no, the most important question now is, why did Zhou Yimei appear alone in the bamboo forest in the middle of the night?

Ning Ning was still wondering, and Pei Ji beside her said calmly: "Miss Zhou."

Zhou Yimei concealed the panic in her eyes and nodded slightly to the two of them: "Mr. Pei, Miss Ning."

With her status, Xie Yu could not have the patience to introduce each of the monks in detail, but she remembered the names of the two carefully during the meal, which shows her cultivation.

There was no one else in the bamboo forest, and the surroundings were silent. The woman in the white dress paused for a moment and said in a low voice: "Please keep what happened tonight a secret... My childhood sweetheart saw me in this situation and couldn't bear to send me the medicine. If he knew about it, I'm afraid that innocent people would die again."

Oh, there she is! The infatuated male second who always lends a hand in times of crisis, but can only get a sentence of "You are a good person"!

Ning Ning noticed that she didn't even mention Xie Yu's name, but used "he" instead.

"You two are disciples of the Immortal Sect, so you must have sympathy for us. Please have mercy on us..."

Zhou Yimei frowned and coughed before she finished her words. Ning Ning showed a sympathetic look and continued, "Don't worry, Miss Zhou, we will keep it a secret."

She pursed her lips and smiled, and thanked him with a pale face, "It's getting late, I have to go back to my room and rest as soon as possible, and you two should go home as soon as possible."

This person obviously had no intention of continuing to talk with them, Ning Ning But he raised his eyebrows and called out, "Miss Zhou."

Zhou Yimei turned her head and looked at her indifferently, and heard the swordsman girl say sincerely, "I was also hurt by my master, and I understand how you feel now. It was not Gu Zhaozhao who gave Xie Yu the medicine and the technique. It was you, right?"

She was slightly stunned, and a sad look appeared in her eyes, "What's the point of talking about the past? No matter how I explain, he won't believe it."

This is an admission.

This pot of dog blood is really pure and delicious. Ning Ning pieced it together. According to the old sadomasochistic storybooks I have read, it is easy to restore the whole story of that year.

The young lady of noble birth fell in love with a domestic servant. Due to the strict family discipline, even if she found medicine and food, she could only ask the maid to bring it to him.

Her love was youthful and shy, but fortunately the boy and she were in love.

Later, the two agreed to escape, but the maid leaked the news. Zhou Yimei was ordered to be confined to her house, and Xie Yu was beaten half to death by the servants.

He thought he was betrayed, but he knew nothing.

For example, how carefully the lady had selected herbs for him and then handed them to the maid with a blushing face; for example, she would always secretly glance at him when passing by, even if they were sometimes far apart, her shy eyes would always circle around and fall on Xie Yu.

Gu Zhaozhao had claimed all the credit since the very beginning of delivering the medicine. Even if Zhou Yimei wanted to explain now, she couldn't find any evidence or reason. It's

really hard to understand. A demon king and a demon lady used the character of Avatar to live out the plot of Afanti.

These misunderstandings are layered on top of each other. Those who don't know would think they are playing Russian nesting dolls. Even Ningning, a bystander, feels tired. Why bother?

"He and I are destined to have no fate. Now my life is like floating duckweed, and I don't know where to go."

Zhou Yimei pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "With my current body, I probably won't live long. I don't know if I can elicit even a tear from him after I die."

"Don't be sad, Miss Zhou, there may still be a chance for this matter to turn around."

Ning Ning comforted her with empathy, and suddenly changed the subject: "I heard that the Zhou family is a prestigious family of demon cultivators passed down from generation to generation, and Xie Yu's skills all come from this family - I believe Miss Zhou's cultivation should not be low, right?"

The bright light of the full moon shone through the clouds, and the sadness and grief in the woman's eyes froze in an instant.

Ning Ning continued to ask without changing her expression: "I wonder what path you are practicing, Miss? Talisman practice, magic practice, or... sword practice?"

Zhou Yimei stood in the shadow of the bamboo forest, with shadows between her eyes, and looked at her without saying a word.

After a long time, the woman smiled self-deprecatingly from the corner of her lips, raised her broken right hand: "I am already a useless person, Miss Ning."

The conversation between them came to an abrupt end, and Zhou Yimei said goodbye to the two with a sad look.

Seeing her back gradually going away, the sympathy in Ning Ning's eyes disappeared, and a little playful smile appeared: "You noticed it, right?"

Pei Ji responded quickly: "Yeah."

Both of them were sword practitioners, and they were particularly sensitive to sword energy. Therefore, when Zhou Yimei first appeared, Ning Ning immediately caught a glimpse of the sword intent that was about to disappear beside her.

It was cold, clear, deep and invisible.

The reason why Zhou Yimei appeared in the bamboo forest in the middle of the night was probably not as simple as "childhood sweetheart delivering medicine".

Ning Ning realized this, so in the subsequent conversation with each other, both of them were competing in acting skills.

She pretended to be stupid, while Zhou Yimei was full of sorrow the whole time, as if she had no hope for the future. Only when she turned around and said goodbye did she finally reveal a little flaw.

There is a question that has troubled Ningning for a long time.

Since no one knows where the Demon Lord Xie Yu has gone, it means that he did not surrender to the elders of the sect. In this case, if this place really belongs to his illusion,

then who is the person who defeated him and sent him to the Demon Refining Tower?

When she sensed the sword energy, the answer was already obvious.

As a normal person, with all his family members lost and himself imprisoned in a world without dignity, can he really put aside the past and start a fierce love-hate relationship with his enemy?

I'm afraid there's something wrong with her brain. I suggest you turn left to the hospital's brain department.

What's more, Zhou Yimei was born a demon. Her family has secret skills passed down from generation to generation. She has everything that Xie Yu has, and she can easily get what Xie Yu can't get. Regardless of

race, talent or acquired education, this young lady is far superior to him.

As for Zhou Yimei's body, there are so many parts, but the reason why Xie Yu only wants to break her right hand...

Ningning's eyelids jumped.

Breaking the swordsman's sword-holding hand is undoubtedly the greatest humiliation to her.

Cruel enough.

Sadomasochism is really a magical field.

The innocent girl was tortured and humiliated in every possible way. Pinduoduo, which can cut anyone with a knife, still insists on loving or not loving. As long as they hear the so-called "I love you" of the so-called "prodigal son", they can forget the past.

The meaning of the whole story is perhaps to show how tenacious the vitality of human beings is and how the light of the Virgin Mary shines on the earth.

But why should she wrong herself to pick up a boyfriend from the garbage dump? Just because he is as stupid as a pig, because he has three thousand concubines, and because his third-level crippled little brain is so atrophied, he wants to help the poor?

——No way.

Why tie your life to boring love and affection? The only thing you want to do at this time is to avenge yourself and your family.

Ning Ning kept her eyes on the direction where the white shadow disappeared, and smiled and tiptoed: "Maybe there will be a good show next." What she

just saw was still vivid in her mind.

She seemed to still see the glimmer of light in Zhou Yimei's eyes when she turned and left.

Neither humble nor sad, reflected in those black pupils was a resolute sword spirit.

And a ruthless and cold murderous intent.