◎Pei Ji seemed to be crazy.◎
【Countdown one minute.】
【59 seconds.】
With the electronic sound in his mind, An Jiu finally stopped accusing.
She slowly and silently broke free from the man's arms, enduring the severe pain, and little by little she increased the distance between them.
Pei Ji stood still, staring at her blankly, as if he had lost his soul.
Those narrow black eyes always had a smile on them. Every time they looked at her, they were always extremely focused, as if she was the only one in their eyes.
At this moment, it was like two broken mirrors, containing a desolate, dilapidated and dead silence.
It was pitch black, without a trace of light.
【Countdown 10 seconds.】
An Jiu turned his face away and said silently in his heart: "Go back, I want to go home."
[Ding, got it.]
He began to feel dizzy, as if he was on a precarious ship in a storm. An Jiu took one last look at the man.
"Pei Ji, you lied to me once, and I lied to you once, and now we owe each other nothing."
"I take your love and give you a life in return."
"From now on...never see you again."
After he finished speaking, the countdown ended. An Jiu felt dizzy and then he realized that he had left that body.
She was floating in the air, and looking down she could see two people, a man and a woman, lying on a big red wedding bed. The man was lying on his side, looking at the woman, while the woman was lying flat on her back with her eyes closed.
There was a clear barrier between them, like a natural moat, separating them from each other.
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An Jiu was stunned for a while before saying, "No need, let's go."
After sleeping for more than half a year, she missed the bustling modern city.
The system asked again: [I have a question that I can't figure out. Why did you tell Pei Ji about the existence of the mission? ]
In the system's view, An Jiu's actions were really unnecessary.
Hearing this, An Jiu was silent for a moment, then asked softly: "Do you think I am born with good acting skills? How can an ordinary person act so well as to deceive everyone, including the sharp villain?"
The mission is completed and they are about to return to the modern era. An Jiu inexplicably has the urge to talk.
Besides, after I go back, I will probably have nowhere to tell the stories about this world.
The system is the only listener, and since it is not a human, it is also the best listener.
"There are three schools of acting: one is experience, one is method, and one is performance. I don't have the superb acting skills of the movie emperor, and I have never learned acting. I can't use the method and I can't perform."
"So I can only experience it, experience the feeling that I like about him."
An Jiu sighed softly: "In that book, I only liked him."
The experientialist probably means that if she likes him a little bit, she will deliberately exaggerate that liking, deceiving herself and others, saying that she likes him very much, which is similar to self-brainwashing.
At the beginning, she really just had a slight liking for Pei Ji, which was definitely not love. Now... maybe it's a little more than at the beginning.
She is also a human being, not a cold-blooded animal.
Who can remain unmoved in the face of such strong love?
Pei Ji would be moved by her love for her to break free from the love poison, and An Jiu would not be able to remain indifferent to his life and death together.
They are the same kind of people who will be captured by pure love.
It’s just that Anjiu is more rational, more sober, and knows better what he wants.
She wants to live, she wants to go home, this is not her world.
Love is precious, but her life is much more than just love, and she cannot be satisfied with love alone.
Even though she understood that from now on, she might never meet someone like Pei Ji again, and would never get such pure and passionate love again, she would most likely never fall in love with anyone else in her life.
After all, she has seen the best. Next time someone says he loves her, she can't help but compare him with him.
It's like after a big meal, eating light porridge and side dishes will have no taste.
So, you want him to hate you?
"I just don't want him to die."
He tried so hard to live, but his life was so difficult. His two short lives were spent in the torment of poison and he was living a life worse than death. She didn't know what his future would be like, but she still hoped that he could live.
Since love is not enough to keep him alive, then use hatred.
The red candle in the room was still burning, and a drop of candle wax fell onto the table, like bright red tears of blood.
"Go back."
That's it.
This is a relationship that was calculated. Even if there is sincerity in it, it will be shattered one day.
Just like a dream bubble, no matter how beautiful and colorful it is, it will disappear without a trace when it encounters daylight.
Taking a last look back, Anjiu’s eyelids drooped and everything in front of him became completely dark.
She didn't see that after she closed her eyes, the man, who seemed unconscious, slowly got up from the bed and tentatively reached out to her. As if afraid of being rejected, he slowly held the girl in the red wedding dress in his arms, treating her with great care and love.
Only after he hugged her tightly did a faint, satisfied smile appear on his pale face.
"I know you're lying to me."
"How could you not love me?"
He whispered softly in her ear and kissed her small ear with his thin lips, but he only felt a bone-chilling coldness.
The man didn't care and snuggled up to her. "I was wrong. I will change, okay? I will never kill anyone again. I will atone for my sins. I will disband the Thousand Killing Pavilion. I will no longer be Xian Wuming. I will become a hero that you like. You can sleep with me and forgive me, okay?"
The sky gradually brightened.
Early in the morning, Ming Yi dragged He Ziqing and a group of other young people from the martial arts world to join in the fun outside the new house.
Pei Ji stole his sweetheart, so he was ruthless to this love rival. He made Pei Ji drink a lot of wine last night, and today he wanted to make fun of him and would not let him sleep well.
Several people crowded outside the door. He Ziqing yawned and was too lazy to keep them company: "The room is so quiet, they are all asleep, if you want to make trouble, go and make it yourself."
"I'll go if I want to." Ming Yi walked forward and knocked on the door hard with a wicked smile.
However, after knocking for a long time, no one came to open the door.
With such a loud noise, the people in the room should have heard it long ago. He frowned in confusion: "What's going on? Are you sleeping so soundly?"
He Ziqing's eyes suddenly widened and he looked into the house.
His martial arts skills are now number one in the martial arts world, and he can detect any movement within a hundred meters.
At this moment, there is clearly only one person breathing in this new house!
Realizing this, He Ziqing kicked the door open without hesitation.
With a loud bang, the door painted red and with a red double happiness character on it burst open.
The rising sun slipped into the room, illuminating the house and allowing everyone to see the man sitting on the big red wedding bed and the woman he was holding tightly in his arms.
Both of them were dressed neatly, with their clothes and hair not at all messy, as if they had not slept all night.
The flaming red wedding dresses were piled up and tangled.
The man lowered his head, and stroked the woman's hair that fell behind her back with his bony hands, again and again, gently and delicately.
He was still mumbling something, and you had to get closer to hear it.
"I have done your makeup and cleaned your face. Let's get married and do it again, okay? I promise I won't make the same mistake again this time."
"You're so cold, are you afraid of the cold again? Don't be afraid, you won't be cold if I hold you."
As he spoke, he held the woman's hand that was hanging by her side. The small hand was pale, hidden under the red sleeve, and the nails were blue.
He wanted to hold her hand in his palm, but for some reason, the hand remained stiff. So he held the little hand in both hands and blew air into his palms.
The people standing at the door stared at the scene in a daze.
Pei Ji ignored their arrival.
He Ziqing stepped forward quickly, his eyes reddened unconsciously, and he shouted, "Pei Ji, what are you doing?"
The man turned a deaf ear.
In his eyes, there was only the girl in his arms, only his bride. He held her like a child, letting her curl up in his arms, so that no one could see her appearance except her hair.
He Ziqing's heart sank.
He wanted to take a look at An Jiu's appearance, but just as he reached out his hand, the man who had been keeping his head down suddenly raised his head and looked at him straight.
His narrow eyes were dark, like a ghost crawling out of hell.
"Don't touch her! She's mine!"
He spoke sternly, pulling the woman tighter into his arms, his wide sleeves covering her figure, as if he wanted to hide her in his chest.
If he hid her away, she would be his forever, and she would never be able to leave him.
Ming Yi walked in slowly, looked at the couple snuggling together, and asked in a trembling voice: "Anjiu, Anjiu she..."
"Shh - don't make any noise, she just took a nap."
Pei Ji suddenly said, he lowered his eyes to look at her, smiled gently, then looked at everyone and said softly: "She is like this, she was afraid of the cold when it snowed before, so she liked to sleep in my arms."
"When she gets enough sleep, she will wake up."
As he spoke, he tucked the clothes of the person in his arms.
It was not until then that everyone saw half of the woman's face.
The little face, which is as big as a palm, is very white, and you can’t see any color of white. It is so white that people can’t help but think of a dead person.
The girl's eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes curled up and covered her eyes, casting a dark shadow under her eyes.
The small red lips had lost their radiant color and were now an unhealthy purple, with the lips dry and cracked.
Seeing the cracks, Pei Ji frowned, lowered his head and kissed it.
He seemed not to notice the person standing in the room, nor did he care about everyone's gaze. He just kissed her gently until her lips were moist and no longer dry.
Then he stepped back contentedly, and said to himself, "It seems like I'm missing some lip balm. Can I put it on for you?"
The woman did not move, her delicate and beautiful features were peaceful and tranquil, as if she was in an eternal sleep.
Pei Ji listened attentively for a moment, and as if hearing a response, his clear and moist eyebrows curved, and he said softly: "I know you like peach pink, so use that color."
Then he picked her up and walked towards the dressing table.
Ming Yi's eyes suddenly turned red. He Ziqing suddenly raised his hand to wipe his face, then quickly stepped forward and grabbed Pei Ji's arm.
"Pei Ji, she's dead!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the man in red clothes and black hair was suddenly stunned, as if he had been cast under a spell, his eyes were wide open and his expression was dull.
"What happened? Why did Anjiu die? Pei Ji, give me an explanation! I handed her over to you, is this how you take care of her?"
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Pei Ji came back to his senses, as if nothing had happened. He raised his eyes and looked at the two men in front of him. Seeing their expressions that could not suppress their grief, he suddenly laughed.
"What are you talking about? Anjiu was sleeping, how could she die? Don't make a noise, she is just angry with me, so she ignores me on purpose. She will come back when she calms down."
Without waiting for the two to respond, he turned his eyes away first, walked to the dressing table with the person in his arms and sat down. He held her in one hand and took out a thin brush with the other hand, dipped it in peach pink lip balm, and painted the woman's purple lips into a delicate peach color bit by bit.
He smiled gently, looking at their reflections in the mirror, and whispered softly in her ear: "Do you like this?"
"I'll change your color tomorrow, okay?"
The man's voice was low and soft, as gentle and elegant as always.
In this cold winter day, people shivered for no reason and felt cold all over.
At this moment, they suddenly realized.
Pei Ji seemed to be crazy.
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It will be finished tomorrow, and I will write a little he at the end~
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