Recognition of identity
When Shuixi was lost in thought, Mingyan pushed him away, pinched his chin, and forced him to look at her. Although he was aware of his infidelity, Shuixi quickly adjusted his expression and looked at her with eyes full of love.
"Do you really like me?"
He really didn't like Ming Yan's sincerity. If he asked him whether he liked it or not, he himself couldn't be sure.
Ming Yan asked again, "The person who appeared in your room before..."
Shuixi understood her boss's dilemma and quickly interrupted her. Talking about that kind of thing at this time was really a downer. "That was He'an, another house-guarding beast. I never take others seriously."
Even though he defended himself in such a nervous and hasty manner, it still could not explain whether his feelings for her were the love between a man and a woman.
"Then what does the boss do to me..." Shuixi couldn't let go, unwilling to stop kissing her and communicating deeply at this moment. His eyes lingered on her eyes, face, lips, neck... Her hair was down to the tips of her shoes, and this beautiful person was close to his body, telling him that he could do things that only lovers could do, and that he could forget about Hui Zifeng for the time being. He wanted to ask how the boss felt about him, but when the words came to his lips, he said, "Why does the boss like me so much? Is it you who likes me?"
He understood the allure of his false appearance to humans, so he wondered if Ming Yan simply wanted this beautiful body.
He closed his eyes and pulled Ming Yan into his arms again, using every sense in his body to feel and remember the feeling of holding this person. Her scent, the hardness of her bones beneath her soft flesh, her warmth, her heartbeat. It was hard not to think that this living person would become a dead object in his memory.
The loneliness and helplessness, the hopeless persistence in that long time, became even more terrifying because of this brief moment of happiness.
Hui Zifeng stood up quietly at this time, stretched out his hand, and returned the Tiema Guanhua item to its original owner.
His eyes flashed in the dim light. A fan in his hand turned into a long sword, and he raised it high, intending to stab Shuixi in the back.
Shuixi knew everything that was happening behind him. He knelt straight, holding Ming Yan in his arms, blocking her view, and whispered, "I love you, too."
It's not "I love you," but "I love you too." These two sentences are different. The latter expresses a sequence and causal relationship. Mingyan first expressed his love for him, and then Shuixi classified his unclear feelings for Mingyan as love.
The long sword pierced Shuixi's body.
There were lightning and thunder outside the window, and the moonlight became even more dazzling, illuminating half of the room.
It probably only penetrated a few centimeters deep, and a gust of wind seemed to find the impact point, and concentrated its force to shatter a certain part of the window glass. The huge body rushed in, carrying with it the strong moisture of the early spring morning.
Shards of glass scattered like petals from a pistil. Shuixi tried his best to protect Mingyan's entire body. His sword penetrated a little deeper, but Hui Zifeng was kicked in the chest by the huge damp air. He flew backward with the Iron Horse Flower in his hand and slammed hard against the wall.
Ming Yan fell asleep in Shui Xi's arms. He picked Ming Yan up, put him on the bed, and slowly covered him with a quilt before trying to stop Hui Zifeng from being killed.
Shuixi's strength blocked the dampness. He stood on the periphery and spoke as if facing He'an, "Don't touch him."
The power of kindness was even stronger, approaching Hui Zifeng, "Even now, you still can't make the right choice."
"The Hui family's people will be here soon."
"Thank you. That's enough for me to destroy this evil spirit."
Shuixi rushed forward, only to be thrown back by the force emanating from He'ai's misty form. He had just been injured by Tiema Guanhua, and this blow added to his already shattered form. He felt as if he were about to vanish into thin air, his pride deeply humiliated. But at this point, he had no time to dwell on the pain, and mustered all his strength to once again step forward to stop him.
He was fighting with an egg against a rock. Even though He'an was nearly destroyed, he still displayed his unstoppable power. He stopped now, entirely out of past affection.
"Don't do that now. The Hui family will be here soon. We can't let them see Hui Zifeng get into trouble, otherwise..." Shuixi looked at a certain point in the mist, feeling deeply desperate. It seemed that the two of them had no other way to go except destruction. "You still have to protect the lady, don't you?"
Shuixi couldn't help but glance at Ming Yan, who was sleeping soundly in bed. He couldn't bear to leave these people. After thousands of years of struggle, he was still wrong. He had stubbornly defended his mistakes for thousands of years. Only now did he dare to admit that he was wrong. It was truly painful.
"I know more about what's going on between these people than you do. Hui Zifeng can't be harmed now. Leave it to me, He'an, and leave quickly."
If you want to continue living among these people, you have to abide by their rules.
He Ai took the Tiema Guanhua in his hand and gathered the powdery substance that had seeped into it again. After a while, a pink bead appeared in the mist that was as big as his palm.
Shuixi then realized that He'an's appearance was for the Luoshen Pearl. He still wanted to live his previous life, wandering around with Lu Cangyue, slowly exhausting his energy.
"You haven't gotten over your tendency to betray others," Shuixi said with a helpless yet wry smile. He regretted his decision to die alongside the Young Master's evil spirit. Not only had he been severely injured, but now he had to face the challenges ahead. His body didn't seem strong enough to sustain this for much longer. He wanted to know why He Ai was so resilient.
"What are you trying to do?" The Luoshen Pearl could no longer be restored and had lost its effectiveness. The ancient story should have ended long ago. Shuixi looked out the window. More than ten miles away, thunder and lightning roared.
Perhaps at this moment, the Yunsheng Palace, now the Chaolai Pavilion, would cease to exist in a few minutes. Their responsibility would also end here. Everything should be over.
It was so hasty. The joy of meeting Lu Cangyue and He'an again a few months ago seemed like just yesterday, but today I suddenly wanted to end it all peacefully.
No. He must have grown tired of it all a long time ago, so he just submitted to this ending.
He hoped that Zangyue could live out the rest of her life in peace and quiet, so that he would feel less guilty about himself. But he was wrong again. He's actions clearly told him that Zangyue and He'ai regretted their actions.
"Xiaolu wants to rescue Song Shiwen." The Luoshen Pearl in He'ai's hand turned into powder again, and then gradually seeped into his body. A human figure gradually emerged from the black mist.
A pair of bright and innocent eyes stared at Shuixi. Even Shuixi felt strange about this, but he really liked He'an's look.
"Just like you protect your boss, my master also wants to protect the one she loves. I will help her."
At that moment, all the emotions in Shuixi's eyes disappeared, and he even forgot to imitate the pain in his body. Originally, he still had a hint of teasing in his heart, wanting to play a sad drama in front of He'an, but now he suddenly realized that it was useless.
He had always been untrustworthy, but at this moment, Shuixi's demeanor and kindness made him trust her.
Shuixi said, "One of us must stay. You said so, and now it's your turn. Don't worry, I will save Song Shiwen. Since our wife likes him, I will help her. In exchange, Hui Zifeng, along with everyone and everything in the Hui family, you must not interfere. Stay quietly with my wife in the mountain villa, and don't come out until I'm gone. Please, disappear now."
He Ai had to leave. He sensed Lu Cangyue was in danger, and saw a figure rapidly approaching in the hallway outside. He only had time to say, "Take care," his eyes filled with a myriad of emotions. Unfortunately, Shui Xi couldn't understand the deeper meaning, and watched him quietly disappear from the way he came, leaving only the strong smell of tide in the room.
Hui Zifeng gloated, "You two beasts are still pretending to be brothers in front of me? Have you completely forgotten who you are?"
Shuixi had no choice but to bend down and take care of Hui Zifeng's bare feet on the floor.
"If he comes back, will you still treat him like this?"
"As you wish, if it's him, I will always treat him like this." Shuixi held Hui Zifeng's feet and put on shoes for him.
A group of people walked into the ward and saw this scene.
"Son!" The tall man strode forward, heading straight for Hui Zifeng. Shuixi stepped back slightly, stood up, and tactfully stepped aside. Yu Guangzhong saw that among those following Hui Zifeng's father were Feng Liang, his secretary, his lawyer, his bodyguard, several renowned doctors, and even an unexpected person—Luo Yu.
Feng Liang, the secretary, and Luo Yu's concerned gazes did not fall on Hui Zifeng like others, but were focused on Shui Xi.
The remaining blood on the floor was being licked clean by something like gray smoke. The girl named Luo Yu followed the movement of the smoke with her eyes. Shui Xi looked up with slight surprise, and Luo Yu met his gaze with neither servility nor arrogance.
The Judge and the Wolf disguised among the people.
"I'm fine." Hui Zifeng, like a simple and kind person, smiled and tried to persuade his father, but the look he gave Shuixi was one of naked gloating. "I just feel a little sick in my heart. But I'm graduating soon. Will Dad stay for my graduation ceremony this time?"
The real Hui Zifeng would never speak like this. Having taken the saying "extreme wisdom will inevitably lead to harm" as a curse, Mr. Hui, who had been afraid for over twenty years, had no doubts about his son.
It was a dark and windy night. Outsiders had already left. Now, in the Hui family's private villa, it was the perfect time to discuss secrets that should not be known to outsiders.
Mr. Hui turned around and saw Shuixi in the morning light, and felt relieved. If his heart was still as loyal as before.
"Chaolai Pavilion was destroyed, Shuixi, did you know about this?" Mr. Hui asked a question that both parties knew was obvious. He himself felt that his words were childish and ridiculous. Without waiting for Shuixi to answer, he continued, "Your private villa had an intruder, did you know about this?"
The second issue is one that both parties are well aware of.
Shuixi raised the corner of his mouth stiffly, "That is the widow of my thirty-second generation master, not an intruder."
This means widow.
Mr. Hui's expression changed slightly. Shuixi had revealed her true identity to him and was no longer pretending.
The family records recorded a person like this, nameless and surnameless, who always appeared in the family's most critical moments, thus saving the day. Until he was 22 years old, his life was hanging by a thread, and it was this person's appearance that gave him a new life.
It was him when his son, twelve years old, was desperately searching for a ghost. He was a teenager then, too. Now that he has grown up, Mr. Hui's memories are becoming clearer.
The friend who once stayed by his side and the friend who stays by his son's side now have the same name, the same face, and a faint scent of incense.
The thirty-second generation is Huijiqing.
He is the 230th generation descendant of the Hui family.
This meant that Shuixi not only acknowledged his identity, but also confirmed that the unremarkable young woman was a different species, having lived for thousands of years. Therefore, her genes were different from those of modern humans. Considering the various strange stories that have appeared in society in recent years, Mr. Hui had no doubt that Lu Cangyue was the widow of the 32nd generation master Shuixi mentioned.
All his son's strange behavior since childhood now had a reasonable explanation. But he still didn't understand what kind of complex had developed between the two of them that made his son obsessed with her without knowing anything about her?
"Mr. Hui, please don't overthink it. You are not the descendants of Lu Cangyue."
Mr. Hui almost fell down. He forced himself to calm down his inner confusion, sat on the chair, and watched the golden light pouring in from the window behind him gradually brighten Shuixi's face.
It seems that Shuixi is the one who stands on the right side.
But he was more concerned about other things.
"My son, will you continue to protect him?"
Upon hearing this, Shuixi looked out the window behind Mr. Hui, and her sight ended in a distant place.
"The Yunsheng Palace is barely surviving, and so are the Hui family. Compared to that building that has stood for thousands of years, Mr. Hui should know how to save himself better."
Shuixi's gaze suddenly shifted to Mr. Hui's face, as if hailstones as big as walnuts suddenly fell from a clear sky, leaving people at a loss as to where to escape.
For the first time, Mr. Hui's gentle expression froze on his face. He understood that Shuixi had completely dropped his pretense. He had clearly been putting on an act last night, helping his master put on his shoes.
"Don't worry." Shuixi frightened the man for a moment, then laughed heartily, making Mr. Hui feel that the last few minutes were just a prank. "Mr. Hui, haven't you already found someone? The heart problems that have been passed down through generations in the Hui family have never claimed anyone's life."
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