Chapter 44 In my youth, people called this "youth"...
The demonic monk seemed to find it amusing. He channeled demonic energy through his fingertips and then gently touched her forehead. Instantly, the demonic energy flowed into her body like water.
"As you wish." He murmured softly, chewing on two lines of scripture, and then seemed extremely pleased. Although he was dressed as a monk, he exuded an evil aura.
Until... the demonic energy and spiritual energy in Meng Chiwan's body were completely absorbed by the demonic infant, and the child slowly grew up, from a few-year-old child to a child of ten years old, and the features of Meng Chiwan gradually began to resemble those of an adult.
The demon infant's eyes were open, so red they were almost dripping blood. She had restrained herself considerably, no longer grinning, but staring blankly into the distance with an icy expression.
"Guess what the first thing I would do if I really became a demon?"
Although Meng Chiwan was completely drained and had no strength left, she still managed a forced smile, her tone carrying a strange sense of anticipation.
"I don't want to guess." The demonic monk said casually, seemingly extremely confident about what was about to happen.
“I guess this question needs to be categorized,” Meng Chiwan said, ignoring his answer.
The demonic monk watched her rambling on with a smile, taking it as her leaving her last words.
Fortunately, he wasn't in a hurry. So he decided to keep her around for now.
The demonic monk chuckled: "Classification?"
ridiculous.
Meng Chiwan said softly and slowly.
The demonic monk waited leisurely for her to continue: "For example, what?"
But the next moment, his expression changed!
Meng Chiwan's face was pale, but her freshly moisturized lips were a bright red that was almost bloody.
She spoke very slowly, but there was a hint of arrogance in her eyes: "For example... if I were seven years old, I might have been excited that I finally had the ability to protect myself and resist. So I would have kept saying yes."
The demonic monk stared at her with a grim expression, channeling demonic energy into her once more. Then, sensing something amiss, he prepared a deadly attack, his voice sinister: "What have you done?"
Meng Chiwan glanced at the demonic monk, then closed her eyes.
In the sea of consciousness, the kneeling child's face was clearly expressionless, yet his whole being exuded a stubborn and sorrowful aura.
She knelt upright on the ground.
A translucent ice blade was embedded in her heart. Blood gushed out, splashing onto the ground beneath her and staining it red.
The scene was so quiet that you could hear the sound of ice melting into the blood and dripping down.
It looks like a portrait of a deceased person.
Meng Chiwan finished her sentence in a low voice: "But after I turn seven, I will kill myself without hesitation. Tell me, what's the point of continuing when you're all alone?"
She laughed, a mocking smile on her face.
What she really wanted to say was, no, that's not how it is. After she turned seven, she wasn't just a solitary figure; there was also a version of herself who later met Yun Xianqing, gained access to the immortal realm, and everything turned out for the better.
Therefore, she only allowed the demon infant to grow up to be a little over ten years old, and not any older. If she grew any older, she would be a hopeful version of herself again.
She plotted to kill another version of herself.
With unwavering will, one can win. And it wasn't just her who was unwavering, but also her younger self.
The demonic monk was about to unleash his killing move when it inexplicably vanished from his fingertips. He finally looked at her seriously, but his gloomy expression vanished in an instant, and he returned to his nonchalant demeanor.
"You've chosen a dead end for yourself. Or rather, what you thought was hope was actually an abyss from the very beginning. Do you think you can escape it?" He squinted, seemingly indifferent, but his words made her unconsciously begin to think.
Dead end?
What dead end?
The road ahead is clearly open and bright.
What else is bad?
But suddenly she couldn't breathe. She didn't even know why.
Are you afraid? Afraid of what?
That was just something he used to threaten her. It doesn't count.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's all over now.
She reassured herself. Finally, her vision cleared.
The demonic monk chuckled, seemingly wanting to say something more, but the gauze curtain suddenly tore open, as if he couldn't wait any longer.
The two of them looked out of the gauze curtain at the same time.
Yun Xianqing stood outside the gauze curtain, a relaxed and beautiful smile on his face. However, a hint of impatience lingered in his dark pupils. His voice was very soft, yet inexplicably everyone could hear it clearly.
He said, "Chi Wan is amazing. When are you taking me home?"
Meng Chiwan suddenly felt the pain in her chest disappear. She pursed her lips, gave a faint, restrained smile, and then said, "Soon."
She looked at the demonic monk again. He still seemed to be indifferent, but she felt that his body was more tense and he was even trembling slightly.
He looked at Yun Xianqing, and Yun Xianqing looked back at him calmly. Then, as if he remembered something, he disappeared in an instant and did not say anything inexplicable in front of Yun Xianqing.
"Yun Xianqing, are you alright?" Meng Chiwan suddenly remembered Yun Xianqing's unusual reaction before she was pulled into the gauze curtain.
Yun Xianqing simply smiled faintly, glanced lightly at the spot where the demonic monk had disappeared, and said, "It's nothing. Perhaps he was just a little tired."
"Are you tired?" Meng Chiwan asked.
She was initially a little confused, but then she remembered that the two of them had indeed walked around the village, and that he had even carried her for a while.
As he himself said, he no longer possesses any spiritual energy, and having walked for so long, it's understandable that he's tired.
"Yes, I'm tired. So, when will Chi Wan take me home?" Yun Xianqing said, her voice light and airy, but the last syllable rose slightly, like a feather gently brushing against the ground.
"Do you want to come to my house? But we just came from there, didn't we? Besides..." That's not my real home.
Before she could finish speaking, she saw Yun Xianqing staring at her intently, his unusually innocent expression making her fall silent instantly.
He said, "But I didn't look closely just now."
Never mind. He seems genuinely interested in going to see it.
Spoil him this once.
So the two of them stood at their front door.
Before she knew it, her father had returned and was standing at the door watching her.
My mother is still nowhere to be found.
“What did I tell you? You still ran away,” Father said.
Meng Chiwan couldn't help but start to feel nervous.
But Father probably didn't see her just now. So he should only be investigating her for going out without permission.
"Father, I didn't go far. I was just too bored at home, so I went out for some fresh air." Meng Chiwan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who is this person next to you?" Father squinted at the unfamiliar young man beside her and asked her again.
Meng Chiwan glanced guiltily at Yun Xianqing, only to see him looking at her leisurely, blinking gently as he awaited her answer.
Meng Chiwan forced herself to answer, "...He is a brother I recently met."
But she regretted it as soon as she said it.
As soon as her father heard the word "brother," it seemed to trigger some key word.
"A new older brother you just met? What, you're not on good terms with your brother Zhonghuai anymore?" Her father looked at her mischievously.
Meng Chiwan: "..." So why didn't you consider her safety first? She appeared with a stranger?
However, at this moment, some of her memories were sent back into her mind.
Although her close relationship with Zhong Huai occurred after her parents' deaths, they had known each other while her parents were still alive, and could perhaps be considered childhood sweethearts. However, she was far from reaching that point back then.
At this moment, she might still be able to smile, and might even be able to protect Zhong Huai.
She glanced at Yun Xianqing. Clearly, the smile on Yun Xianqing's lips had faded somewhat.
A vague sense of foreboding crept into her heart. For some reason, Yun Xianqing always transformed into a form she didn't recognize when she encountered Zhong Huai.
She closed her eyes, deciding to play dumb: "Father, what are you saying? I don't have any other brothers."
“That means you had a fight with Zhong Huai,” Father said decisively.
"That's not how it is..." Meng Chiwan's smile was somewhat forced, and for some reason she had a feeling that Zhong Huai was about to appear out of nowhere at any moment.
And then, in the next second, his words became law.
"Chi Wan." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from behind.
Meng Chiwan turned around, and Yun Xianqing also slowly turned his head to look at Meng Chiwan.
Young Zhong Huai's cheeks still retained a touch of immaturity, like an unripe green fruit.
His face was covered in dust, but the clear smile on his face adorned his eyes and brows.
Yes. This is the Zhonghuai that Meng Chiwan remembers.
Putting aside all the unpleasant things that followed, this was her true "brother." In their youth, people called this childhood sweethearts.
He was carrying a basket with a few bright red fruits inside.
He held out his hands and handed the basket to Meng Chiwan: "Chiwan, didn't you say the other day that you wanted to eat mulberry fruits picked from the mountain? I picked some. They're just ripe, not too astringent or too rotten, just right to eat."
Meng Chiwan looked at the bamboo basket, her gaze falling on his hands.
She knew. He hid those tiny wounds in his palms and under his sleeves.
Suddenly, she was reminded of too many things from the past, and unconsciously stared at her for a long time, so long that Zhong Huai began to look at her with some unease, and then cautiously asked her, "Is there something new you want to eat recently? It's okay, I can go and find it for you!"
Meng Chiwan clearly sensed a gaze falling on her, but for a moment she couldn't think about those unpleasant thoughts anymore.
She simply smiled gently, then reached out to take the basket, pursed her lips, and tried her best to make her smile brighter and more cheerful: "Thank you, Brother Zhonghuai!"
The father gently shook his head, realizing that they hadn't actually argued, but he couldn't understand why his daughter had acted that way earlier.
Meng Chiwan turned her head to look at Yun Xianqing. Seeing that Yun Xianqing's expression was normal, she was not completely relieved and tightened her grip on the basket.
Her father ushered her, Yun Xianqing, and Zhong Huai into the house.
Yun Xianqing showed no abnormality whatsoever. She even smiled as she took the basket from her hand, found water, washed the fruit, and offered it to her lips.
After being given a few fruits, she finally remembered her business.
"Father, where is Mother? Why hasn't Mother returned yet?" Meng Chiwan asked softly.
"They should be back soon," Father said, frowning slightly.
Meng Chiwan felt a sense of foreboding creeping over her. What exactly was being cleaned up? Was it also related to the demonic monk?
This place shouldn't be used for cleaning up anything normal.
"Knock knock".
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Knock knock knock".
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The knocking became urgent.
Then something seemed to hit the door.
Author's Note: Yun Xianqing: Is he handsome? Is the fruit delicious?
Meng Chiwan: It looks good. It tastes good. [Sprinkling flowers]
Yun Xianqing: Don't look. Eat more. [Milk tea]
This time, my true white moonlight has returned to China, hahaha!
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