Ningning felt a little nervous when he stared at her.
Pei Ji was very tall, and the moonlight was falling obliquely, and his shadow just happened to cover her. Although it had no substance, it felt heavy and pressed down on her, making it difficult to breathe.
If she lowered her head or stepped back at this moment, her whole speech would collapse, which would be tantamount to telling Pei Ji clearly that she was embarrassed by his look.
That would be too embarrassing.
Ningning suppressed her heartbeat, looked up with a tense expression.
Xie Yu's facial features were sharp and deep, and there was always a hint of evil between his eyebrows.
Pei Ji, as his offspring, has inherited the genes from both his parents. Although he is slightly similar to them, his appearance is more gorgeous and gentle.
Ningning was right, Pei Ji was really very beautiful.
Normally, when he had a cold face, he looked like the cold moon, far away and unreachable. But now, standing very close to her, somehow, there was a hint of struggle in his eyes, which greatly alleviated the coldness and hostility around him.
Like broken water light gently rippling in the 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 is really hard to resist.
Pei Ji slowly moved closer to her.
The shock on his face only lasted for a brief moment, and was immediately replaced by the restraint and coldness that always appeared on his face.
Ningning saw that he stopped and thought that the matter was over, but suddenly, she heard Pei Ji's voice without any preparation.
His voice was slightly hoarse, and his tone was too stiff, almost like a hoarse whisper: "Can I... hug you?"
An irresistible tone.
Ningning almost thought she was hallucinating.
Her chest felt like a cat with its fur exploded, with the fur 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 whose back stiffened and he looked away in silence.
He never thought that, just in a trance, he would actually say these words hidden in his heart.
Although he rarely interacted with outsiders, Pei Ji understood the meaning of a hug.
That is an action that only close people would give to each other, symbolizing acceptance, tolerance, and skin-to-skin contact.
And an inexplicable ambiguity.
Ningning 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 two of them can only be considered ordinary fellow disciples. To Pei Ji, Ningning is the most special one among all people; but she is always surrounded by so many friends of all kinds, and the taciturn and surly junior brother inevitably seems dispensable.
What's more, he has such a terrible identity——
Before this thought faded away, a breeze carrying the scent of flowers suddenly passed by my ears.
Something warm and soft fell into his arms, and Pei Ji leaned back slightly and took a step back.
Ningning's experience in hugging was not much more than his, and her movements were hasty and clumsy. The two hands on his back didn't know where to go. After twisting and turning, they finally stopped on Pei Ji's protruding spine.
His heartbeat was too loud, Ningning thought, so fast and fierce that it made her feel numb.
She buried her head in Pei Ji's neck, her breath was gentle as she spoke, she gently tickled his collarbone, and called out in a muffled voice: "Pei Ji."
Ningning was calling his name.
Just two words were enough to make his heart flutter.
Pei Ji took a breath and replied solemnly: "Yeah."
"…If you want to hug me, just hug me."
She lowered her head even lower as she spoke, her voice gradually becoming weaker, as if she had used up a lot of courage to finally finish her words: "For things like this... you can't let girls take the initiative."
Chengying couldn't help but let out a laugh.
Pei Ji just stood there in a daze without moving.
A ray of fire quickly spread across his chest, producing bright sparks, as if something had exploded. The fireworks he had seen in Luan City that day inexplicably bloomed on his heart.
If Ning Ning had never hated him——
The young swordsman let go of the sword in his hand and raised his arms.
What the palm of the hand touched was a feeling completely different from the cold and hard hilt of the sword. It was soft like a piece of candy or a lake of water, and filled with a comfortable warmth.
His hands, covered with scars and calluses, slowly moved upwards, passing over the girl's slender lower back, waist dimples and back in turn. Ningning seemed to feel a little itchy from the touch, and trembled slightly in Pei Ji's arms.
Even his heart began to tremble.
"Don't be sad."
Ning Ning felt something was wrong after she finished speaking. After a pause, she added in a stiff voice: "No... If you are sad, you can always come and tell me. Although I don't have much ability, I will definitely do my best to help you."
Pei Ji lowered his head, with his nose just inches away from her hair.
It's the familiar scent of jasmine.
He kissed her hair gently, leaving no trace, and Ningning was unaware of it.
Want to get closer to her.
Come closer.
The hug that I once longed for so much seems to be far from enough at this moment.
He had never been so greedy before. It was as if an endless abyss had opened up in his heart that could never be filled.
However, this is the limit. If you approach it recklessly and cross the line, it will probably only cause Ningning to be annoyed.
Pei Ji was almost driven crazy by the torture.
If I ever see her disgusted gaze——
He didn't dare to think about it too much.
"Don't keep anything in your heart, okay?"
Ning Ning finally recovered from her nervousness and slowly got used to the action. She poked him on the back and said, "I..."
When she said this, she suddenly paused. Pei Ji also frowned and looked into the depths of the bamboo forest.
There was a faint, barely perceptible rustling sound.
The heat on Ningning's face returned when she heard the sound. 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 where the sound came from.
The forest was silent in the dead of night. The moon was obscured by dark clouds at some point, revealing only a few strands of dim silver-gray light.
The illusion was extremely dangerous. Ningning and Pei Ji both restrained their spiritual power. The end of the bamboo ring suddenly moved, and a woman in a white dress walked out.
Ningning was stunned.
She had seen this sister before.
She has white teeth, beautiful eyebrows, and a graceful figure. There is a teardrop mole drooping under her eye. She is none other than Miss Zhou Yimei of the Zhou family.
Zhou Yimei never thought that she would run into them here. Blown by the cold night wind, she unconsciously covered her lips and coughed lightly.
Three pairs of eyes suddenly collided in the seemingly stagnant air. Although there were no words, an undercurrent of ups and downs emerged invisibly.
Ningning really couldn't understand it.
It is said that after Xie Yu led the demons to break through Chongling, no one from the Zhou family survived except her. Although Zhou Yimei managed to escape, her situation was worse than death and she suffered all kinds of humiliation.
The man resented her betrayal and ruthlessness in the past, and not only did he place Zhou Yimei in an abandoned villa, making her vulnerable to bullying, he also broke her right hand bone, which was a physical and mental abuse. He didn't even bother 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 story follows the bloody plot of the old sad novels, is it possible that Zhou Yimei will really fall in love with Xie Yu? Shouldn't the only ending suitable for him be to be made into human meat barbecued pork buns 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 when Pei Ji beside her spoke calmly, "Miss Zhou."
Zhou Yimei hid the panic in her eyes and nodded slightly to the two of them: "Mr. Pei, Miss Ning."
Given her status, Xie Yu would not have the patience to introduce each of the monks in detail, but she remembered the names of two people carefully during the meal, which shows her cultivation.
There was no one else in the bamboo forest. In the silence, the woman in white skirt paused for a moment and said in a low voice, "Please keep tonight's events a secret... My childhood sweetheart saw my situation and couldn't bear to send me medicine. If he knew about it, I'm afraid another innocent person would die."
Oh wow, it appeared! The infatuated male second always lends a helping hand in times of crisis, but can only get a sentence "You are a good person" in return!
Ningning 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 compassion for us. Please have mercy on us—"
Before Zhou Yimei finished speaking, she frowned and coughed again. Ning Ning showed a sympathetic look and continued, "Don't worry, Miss Zhou, we will keep it a secret."
She then pursed her lips and smiled, thanking 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 also return home as soon as possible."
This person obviously had no intention of continuing the conversation with them, but Ningning raised her eyebrows and called out, "Miss Zhou."
Zhou Yimei turned her head and looked at her calmly, and heard the swordsman girl say sincerely, "I was also injured by my master, and I understand how you feel now. The person who gave Xie Yu the medicine and the technique was not Gu Zhaozhao, but you, right?"
She was slightly stunned, with a look of sorrow in her eyes: "What's the point of bringing up the past? No matter how I explain, he won't believe it."
This is recognition.
This pot of melodrama is really authentic and tasty. Ningning pieced it together and based on the old romance novels she had read, she was able to easily recreate the entire story of that year.
A young lady of a noble family 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 them to him.
Her love was immature 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 in fact he knew nothing.
For example, how carefully the young lady had selected medicinal herbs for him and then handed them to the maid with a blushing face; for example, she would always secretly glance at him when they passed by, even though they were sometimes far apart, her shy gaze would always linger on Xie Yu.
It seems that Gu Zhaozhao has claimed all the credit since the very beginning when the medicine was delivered. Even if Zhou Yimei wants to explain now, she can't find any evidence or reason.
It is really confusing. A demon king and a demon lady used the character of Avatar and lived out the story of Afanti.
There are so many misunderstandings, and those who don't know would think we are playing with Russian dolls. Even Ningning, a bystander, feels tired. Why bother?
"I am destined to be apart from him. My life is like a floating duckweed, and I don't know where to go."
Zhou Yimei thought 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 single 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 famous demon cultivation family that has been passed down from generation to generation, and Xie Yu's skills all came from this family - I guess 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 instantly stopped.
Ning Ning continued to ask without changing her expression, "I wonder what path the young lady is practicing? The path of talismans, the path of magic, or... the path of swordsmanship?"
Zhou Yimei stood in the shadow of the bamboo forest, with layers of shadow between her eyes, and looked at her without saying a word.
After a long while, the woman smiled self-deprecatingly and raised her broken right hand: "I am already a useless person, Miss Ning."
Their conversation came to an abrupt end here, and Zhou Yimei said goodbye to the two of them with a sad look.
Seeing her back gradually going away, Ning Ning's sympathy disappeared completely, and a playful smile emerged: "Did you notice it?"
Pei Ji responded quickly: "Yeah."
Both of them are sword practitioners and are particularly sensitive to sword energy. Therefore, when Zhou Yimei first appeared, Ningning immediately caught a glimpse of sword intent that was about to disappear beside her.
Cold, pure, profound and invisible.
The reason why Zhou Yimei appeared in the bamboo forest in the middle of the night is probably not as simple as "childhood sweetheart delivering medicine".
Ningning realized this, so in her subsequent conversation with the other party, both of them competed in acting skills.
She pretended to be stupid and confused, while Zhou Yimei was full of sorrow the whole time, as if she had lost hope for the future. Only when she turned around before leaving did she finally reveal a flaw.
There is a problem that has troubled Ningning for a long time.
Since no one knows the whereabouts of Demon Lord Xie Yu, it means that he did not surrender for the sake of the sect elders. In this way, if this place really belongs to his fantasy world——
Who was the person who defeated him and sent him to the Demon Refining Tower?
When I sensed the sword energy, the answer was already clear.
As a normal person, who has lost all his family members and is imprisoned in a small world without dignity, can he really put aside the past and start a passionate love-hate relationship with his enemy?
I'm afraid there's something wrong with my brain, so I suggest you go to the hospital's neurology department.
What's more, Zhou Yimei was born a demon, and her family has secret skills passed down from generation to generation. She has everything that Xie Yu has, and she can also easily get what Xie Yu can't get.
This young lady is far superior to him in terms of race, talent and education.
As for the many places on Zhou Yimei's body, the reason why Xie Yu only wanted to break her right hand...
Ningning's eyelids twitched.
Breaking the swordsman's sword hand was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation for her.
So cruel.
Sadomasochism is a magical field.
A good girl was tortured and humiliated in every way, and became a Pinduoduo that anyone could cut down, but she was still obsessed with love and not love. As long as she heard the so-called "prodigal son's return" "I love you", she would forget the past.
As for the meaning of the whole story, perhaps it is only to show how tenacious vitality human beings have and how the glory of the Virgin Mary shines on the earth.
But why should I force myself to pick up a boyfriend from the garbage dump? Just because he is as stupid as a pig, has three thousand concubines in his harem, and his little brain is so shrunken that he is a third-level disabled person, he just wants to help the poor out of his poor heart?
——That’s strange.
Why tie your entire life to boring emotions and love? At this time, the only thing you want to do is to avenge yourself and your family.
Ningning fixed her gaze on the direction where the white shadow disappeared, and smiled as she stood on tiptoe: "Maybe there will be something interesting to watch next."
What I just saw is still vivid in my mind.
She seemed to still see a glimmer of light in Zhou Yimei's eyes when she turned and left.
Neither humble nor resentful, reflected in those black pupils was a resolute sword energy.
And the ruthless and murderous intent.
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