Xia Xiao felt that there was another world in the knife, because the longer he sensed it, the more blood mist in the knife he pushed away. He walked forward in it, looking for what he wanted to find. He hoped that on the other side of the thick blood mist was Shu Shuang in a light blue dress. But since he woke up, it has been a day, and Xia Xiao has never seen hope.

The blood mist was extremely vast and terrifyingly large. Xia Xiao seemed to be lost in it, unable to get out, unable to reach the end, and unable to find the result.

When he was exhausted, Xia Xiao let out a long breath and came out of this state.

Xia Xiao was more fascinated by the bed, which had a completely different hardness from metal. He sat on it and looked out the window at the afternoon time, lost in thought. The town was too noisy, the deep sea was unnaturally quiet, and the grassland of Goulongbang was too lonely. Only the town of the academy, in black and white, stood forever on the mountainside, like a kind of eternity, with tranquility that made people yearn for it.

After three months away, Xia Xiao finally came back, but in the future, he still hoped to have someone by his side. That person should accompany him to be in a daze, to practice on sunny days, to take a nap and read on rainy days, or to write a few words or draw a few pictures. Without Shu Shuang, Xia Xiao has not picked up a pen for a long time. The handwriting that he had finally corrected at the foot of the mountain was no longer as ugly as before, but it is estimated that it has returned to its previous state.

If she could really come back, there would probably be a huge banquet, but they were afraid that she wouldn't come back and all the joy would be in vain. Perhaps it was because of this fear that Xia Xiao never told too many people about this matter. Just thinking about it made him sad. Being separated by Yin and Yang made him helpless.

The spring day was neither too hot nor too cold, and the mood was flat. Xia Xiao was still thankful. If he had waited until he had really forgotten Shu Shuang, or his life was over, before he found out that Shu Shuang had a chance to live again, it would be too cruel. He sat in front of the window, looking at the familiar streets, waiting for a familiar figure to come, then wave to him, say long time no see, and then run into his arms.

The first person to know that Shu Shuang still had a chance to return to the world was Xiao Ran, who couldn't wait to go with Shu Shuang to find Hu Bugui, hoping to get some help. But when the latter heard what the Golden Spirit Beast said, he was stunned and didn't know what to say.

Hu Bugui thought it was rare to see Shu Shuang, but he didn't expect the Golden Spirit Beast to directly reveal the news that she would return. But how can a dead person be resurrected? Although she is a wood warrior, she can disappear directly into the darkness without leaving even a seed.

There were more and more mysteries. Hu Bugui stood in the fog and observed the Pudao, but he didn't notice any clues. The world hidden in it was not something he could perceive at all.

Whenever he encountered a problem, Xia Xiao wanted to find his master and ask him about it. Xia Xiao knew about Shu Shuang through his senior sister. Although it was very true and not much different from reality, he still wanted to hear it from his master again, because this Pudao was also related to Shu Shuang, but he knew nothing about it.

This period will be extremely busy. Xia Xiao and Xiao Ran walked out of the yard and then remembered the pearl in their bodies. The pearl suppressed by the entire volcano had a wisp of black air. When Xia Xiao handed it to Hu Bugui, he felt relieved.

A pearl was the only reward from the trip to the Dragon Palace. Thinking back to the crisis at that time, he almost died in Haikou. Hu Bugui was glad that if it wasn't Xia Xiao and Azhu who went to the Dragon Palace, it would have been the end. People like them are still a minority after all. Xia Xiao is as tough as a cockroach, and Azhu is a weak candle left in the night that is difficult to be blown out by everything.

When the real evening came, the light of dusk appeared on the horizon, and the town put on a mysterious veil again, and began to tell the story of the past century in a mysterious song, like a soul-stirring song, but there was no gloom and horror, only tranquility, beauty and a touch of romance. Xia Xiao and Xiao Ran walked in it, wanting to empty themselves as if they had abandoned their troubles. But the machete in Xia Xiao's hand suddenly moved.

The broadsword pointed outside the town, and suddenly stood up as if trying to be pulled, but this kind of reaction was the first time.

"What's going on?"

Xiao Ran had never seen Pu Dao like this before. Could it be because of Shu Shuang? She looked at Pu Dao with more joy, but Xia Xiao was not sure. This situation was not common.

"Walk!"

The moment the Pu Dao flew out, Xia Xiao followed closely behind it, fearing that he would lose the Pu Dao, be separated from it, or miss something important.

In the past, Xia Xiao would never believe that Pu Dao and Shu Shuang were related. The latter was gentle, kind-hearted and beautiful, but the former was domineering and bloody, pursuing instant destruction and very bloodthirsty, completely opposite to Shu Shuang. In this case, what is the connection? But the words of the Golden Spirit Beast and what Hu Bugui said before made Xia Xiao completely believe that Shu Shuang's mind was hidden in Pu Dao. Maybe this was the key to resurrecting her.

Hu Bugui said that the Shu Shuang he saw was wearing a red dress with shoulder-length hair. Xia Xiao had never seen Shu Shuang in this style before, and just thinking about it, he felt that she had changed her personality. Although Shu Shuang would challenge various colored dresses at Xia Xiao's instigation, she had never worn red clothes. Shu Shuang said that she was not suitable, and Xia Xiao did not force her. But that kind of Shu Shuang must have a stunning beauty.

She was wearing a red dress, with her slender hands placed in front of her belly, her eyebrows curved, and her fair, chubby face with a charming smile, which made Xia Xiao want to touch her face.

Although the red skirt is somewhat incompatible with such a scene, it seems that she is only suitable for a sunny girl like Ah Zhu, or a more violent existence. But the Shu Shuang that Xia Xiao can think of is always gentle and kind, not easily angry, and not easily say hurtful words. She is related to all the beautiful words in the world, and is the ideal and the most beautiful yearning of the world. She is also a person like Xia Xiao who has killed countless people and seen countless things, but still wants to coax her with mushy love words.

After leaving the town gate and stepping onto the meadow outside the town, Xia Xiao saw a very familiar figure. An old man with white hair and a youthful face, a white beard, stood there holding a broadsword, looking at Xia Xiao with a smile.

"Master?"

Xia Xiao hadn't seen him for a long time, and he ran forward excitedly. The master was finally here, and as long as the master came, he would know about Shu Shuang. As he walked on the soft spring meadow and kept getting closer to Qing Xunzi, he always felt that someone had stood in the place where he stood before.

Xia Xiao recalled quickly in his mind that it was a rainy day. He heard a knock on the door that Shu Shuang had not heard, and came here to see an extremely unreal woman. She was holding an umbrella, looking young, shrouded in the hazy light, wearing a light blue long skirt, with bare feet, and she didn't know whether it was cool or not when she landed on the wet meadow.

She didn't seem to hold an umbrella. Although Xia Xiao had a good memory, she had indeed forgotten what happened that day because it was too vague. Like a dream, she found a way up the mountain for herself, but left in the rain, walking very fast.

There was no rain this time, but it was almost dusk. Xia Xiao looked at Qing Xunzi, and when he greeted him with a smile, he lowered his head and even bent his knees, about to kneel down.

"Master, I'm sorry."

Qing Xunzi came from outside the mountain, smiling kindly, and watched Xia Xiaoru see his child. His poor child knelt on the ground, feeling extremely guilty and self-blaming. He expressed his apology, but didn't want to waste more time on formalities, so he opened his mouth again and said:

"Master, I have something to ask you."