Chapter 331 I would rather die in pain than live in numbness
"If you take it, you will perish."
While Baixi was talking, the little wooden puppet kept rubbing its face against Ye Xingzhou's fingertips.
Ye Xingzhou pinched the puppet's face, which was so smooth that he became more and more excited the more he touched it.
Baixi coughed lightly and lifted the puppet over.
The little wooden puppet struggled a few times and glared at Baixi with resentment.
Baixi used a silk thread to tie it up.
His whole body was tied up and his buttocks were tied up.
The little wooden puppet stuck out its butt and arched its back to Ye Xingzhou's hand.
Ye Xingzhou slapped the little wooden puppet on the butt.
"Like a maggot."
Baixi raised his eyes and looked at Ye Xingzhou in disbelief.
"What do you say it looks like?"
Pinocchio makes the same expression.
Even the arch was forgotten.
Ye Xingzhou said bluntly, "It's like a maggot, a maggot with a long tail, wiggling around."
“…”
Baixi silently put the puppet into his pocket.
Now the little Pinocchio stopped making noise.
Ye Xingzhou did it on purpose.
This guy Baixi clearly has empathy with the puppet, but he pretends not to understand.
He had just slapped her, and two blushes appeared on Baixi's white mask.
It seems that he has to make a living.
He is really being taken advantage of.
Ye Xingzhou rubbed his arms and said, "Let's put what I just said into more common language."
"There's more than just puppetry hanging within him."
The sound of Baixi is colder than killing ten-year-old fish in RT-Mart.
"The puppet suspension thread and the life-destroying thread are entangled together."
"If you want to live, don't move either one."
"No."
As soon as Baixi finished speaking, Yannanbei was finally able to speak.
The restrictions of the puppet's suspension temporarily disappear in the face of the choice at this moment.
Life and death.
It was handed over to Yannanbei.
Yan Nanbei stared at Ye Xingzhou for a long time.
I want to say something, but I can’t open my mouth.
He can only choose now.
"grown ups."
"I would rather die in pain than live in numbness."
The words that the Demon Lord left unsaid that day echoed in his ears.
The Demon Lord said the last words.
Live in painful numbness and die in clear consciousness.
He gave Yan Nanbei the right to choose between life and death.
Yannanbei longs for life, and Yannanbei also yearns for death.
One hundred years.
Numbly watching the monster grow up, numbly watching the Meng family go to destruction, numbly living a miserable life.
Even though the adults were right in front of him, he couldn't tell the truth.
It is better to die than to live like this.
He is too tired.
I wanted to be free very early.
Yan Nanbei muttered to himself.
"grown ups."
"I want to be free."
This half of my life.
That's enough.
It starts with seeing that monster.
Yannanbei has become a walking corpse.
Ye Xingzhou fell silent.
Therefore, Yannanbei always remembered it.
I have been struggling too.
Struggling to break free from the puppet's control.
In the end, it was in vain.
When your mouth is out of control and you say things against your will, the pain accumulates bit by bit.
This century has been one of pain and numbness.
Ye Xingzhou has been silent for too long.
After a long time, Yannanbei changed into clean and tidy clothes.
After a long time, Yan Nanbei tied up his hair with clean hands, ready to die.
His broad back stood straight for the first time.
Yannanbei opened the door of the side room.
Countless rays of light poured in.
The air is moist.
The raindrops are dripping.
"Young Master, I am leaving Nanmu Country."
Yannanbei held umbrellas and said goodbye in the rain.
Meng Zhi looked at Yan Nanbei, who had suddenly changed her clothes and had her hair tied up.
I just felt something was wrong.
Looking back, he saw Ye Xingzhou, who had been silent, and a stranger following him out.
That sense of disharmony expanded.
Meng Zhi stepped forward, "Uncle Yan, where are you going?"
Yan Nanbei's hand fell heavily on Meng Zhi's shoulder.
"Follow the geese southward to find the master."
Meng Zhi's eyelashes trembled, "Why?"
Why.
The last person in the Meng family will also leave him.
Baixi hooked his fingertips, and two silk threads, one black and one white, flowed out from Yannanbei's body.
The silk threads are tightly intertwined, showing signs of devouring each other.
"Why?"
The sounds of various operas mixed with the sound of rain.
"It's probably because I can't say what I want to say."
“What you want to change, you can’t change.”
"There's nothing I can do."
Raindrops slid down the umbrella.
Yannanbei showed a relief he had never felt before.
"Young Master, for me, living is painful."
"I hope you'll be well in the future when I'm gone."
The head of the family brought him back from the plague and changed his name to Yannanbei.
In winter, people move south to avoid the cold.
In spring, return home to the north.
In the south and north of Yuyan, wherever the head of the family is, that is home.
Meng Zhi lowered his eyes.
Ye Xingzhou has seen too much separation between life and death.
But to this day, Ye Xingzhou still doesn't know this lesson.
He could only walk silently with his companions.
Accompany the geese north and south through this rainy journey.
There are no more black birds in the southern forest.
Ye Xingzhou saw his cenotaph in the ruins.
Also, the rotten and tattered white silk in the forest.
The fake death ended three years ago.
Baixi pulls out silk threads.
When he regained consciousness, Yannanbei lay down in the coffin that had been prepared long ago, looking up at the sky.
I could really feel the three heartbeats.
Listen to the wind in one breath.
Smell the rain in one breath.
Return to the roots.
Yannanbei closed his eyes and stopped breathing.
Three years later, a life finally died.
In the Meng family, Meng Zhi is the only one left.
"Why?"
Meng Zhi stood there in a daze.
"It was me who killed my relatives."
"No." Bai Xi interrupted, "It was your family who kept you alive."
The eyes beneath the Baixi mask reflect the calmness in facing life and death.
There are too many complexities that are hard to understand.
"What if I say that this was originally a continuation of a bloodline at the cost of one's life?"
As soon as the words fell, thunder roared.
Countless silk threads overflowed, blocking the lightning.
The silk thread disappeared in an instant.
Baixi coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"There is no one left alive in the Meng family."
"It was the Meng family's deal that allowed you to survive—"
"Stop talking!" Ye Xingzhou stopped him.
This stubborn guy.
Why reveal the secret at this time?
Baixi's skin transformed into the texture of a puppet at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ye Xingzhou snatched the lifeless little puppet from his pocket and put it into the pile of spirit stones.
Ren Wangzhu's eyes widened in shock, "Brother, he's turned into a puppet!"
Ye Xingzhou raised his eyes again.
Baixi has become completely wooden, cold and stiff.
It's even more serious than when we first met.
His voice returned to its calm state, "Live well."
Meng Zhi was stunned and spoke in a low voice.
"I understand, Senior."
Meng Zhi's voice was very soft.
As his eyes passed over the wood-like skin, he took out a storage bag.
"Senior, please accept it."
Baixi blinked mechanically and said, "Keep it, Xing Meng family."
Then, he opened his palm towards Ye Xingzhou without any hesitation.
?
You’re welcome.
Ye Xingzhou gave Baixi the storage bag he had stolen from the left protector.
When he turned around, the little wooden puppet crawled out from the pile of spirit stones.
The machine moved stiffly to a corner inside a storage bag.
"What are you doing?"
The little Pinocchio struggled to lift a green egg and crawled out.
Ye Xingzhou frowned.
Isn't this in a secret place? Who knows what kind of bird laid the egg on his head.
The moment Ye Xingzhou's fingers touched the bird eggs.
A faint light flashed by.
The areas of Nanmulin that were contaminated by demonic energy were quickly purified.
Lush spiritual power bursts out.
The eggshell shattered.
A black-feathered bird took off into the sky.
The long whistle sounded and the rain stopped.
The black bird is back.
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