Chapter 249 Previous Life
This 'Su Xun' looked blankly, as if he didn't understand what she was saying.
Under Nan Xiao's gaze, it changed again, Jiang Xia, Ye Wumian,... and even the Demon Lord came out.
She watched it change more than twenty times in just one stick of incense, and they were all people she could name.
Nan Xiao couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Doesn't it understand what people say?
She patiently asked again: "Can you understand what I am saying?"
Finally, the ball of light turned into Nan Xiao's appearance, looking at her with its head tilted.
Nan Xiao: “…”
Oh my god, this feels a bit scary.
While she was confronting the ball of light, Xiaoya had already dug out the ruby fruit tree with great effort.
'Xiaoxiao, put it away quickly.'
Nan Xiao looked vigilantly at the person opposite him who was the same as himself. It seemed that it was not interested in anything around it. It just rolled its round eyes and stared at him.
As soon as she moved, 'Nan Xiao' opposite her also moved.
Nan Xiao didn't care about all that. He took a few steps to the fruit tree and directly put it into the space.
She said, "Xiaoya, I'll leave the Ruby Fruit Tree to you to plant first."
"Got it, I promise to complete the task." Xiaoya paused slightly, and its branches and buds also spread all over the yard. "Xiaoxiao, this thing is so strange?"
"Strange? Do you know him?"
Xiaoya: "I don't know it, but I don't sense any life from it. It doesn't seem to be alive."
Seeing Nan Xiao's confused expression, Xiaoya explained according to her own understanding: "Xiaoxiao, you should know the saying 'all things have spirits'. Just like us plants, if we encounter special opportunities, we may be able to develop spiritual intelligence, like me, we are called demon spirits. Also, objects like tables and chairs, if they have spiritual intelligence, they are called instrument spirits, and weapons with spiritual intelligence are called sword spirits. But the aura emitted by this thing, although similar to that of an instrument spirit, is not completely the same."
Nan Xiao stared at the identical light and shadow across from him, pondering Xiaoya's words. So, could this ball of light, which could change its appearance at will, be the product of something in this room that had cultivated into a spirit?
Xiaoya sensed Nan Xiao's thoughts and said again, "That's what's strange. Whether it's a demon spirit, a weapon spirit, or a sword spirit, as long as they have intelligence, they are no longer cold and icy things. They should have their own warmth and life."
'There is a dead silence on the body of this ball of light.'
Nan Xiao was speechless.
Guangtuanzi, with a face exactly the same as Nan Xiao's, walked slowly to her.
I imitated her, tilting my head, looking puzzled, laughing, feeling aggrieved, and in pain... with rich expressions.
It slowly stretched out its hand and stopped in front of Nan Xiao...
"Do you want me to hold your hand?"
'It' still didn't answer, just stood there in a daze.
Little Stone also said hurriedly: "Master, although the dead vine is very annoying, it is right. This spirit has no life. I don't know why it stayed here. It is only a matter of time before it disappears."
"Master, you'd better not get too close to it. If it's because of some obsession that hasn't subsided, it's easy to get infected by it if you come into contact with it."
It received a lot of information during its hatching period, and it basically has some understanding of anything that happened in the past.
"Thank you, Xiao Shitou." Nan Xiao smiled, and the person opposite her also smiled, but her smile was even cleaner and purer.
Nan Xiao was dazzled by its smile.
He said narcissistically: "I didn't know I was so good-looking."
She had a feeling that this thing would not hurt her.
She stopped running and placed her fair hand on its palm...
The next second, 'it' suddenly disintegrated and turned into dots of fluorescent light that scattered over her body.
A series of faintly glowing images slowly emerged in front of Nan Xiao like a veil.
The picture is hazy with fog.
A woman in blue sat quietly in a wheelchair, her figure frail. Her gaze was like a pool of still, stagnant water, showing neither joy nor sorrow. Only between her delicate eyebrows lay a faint trace of sadness and dead silence, like a pearl covered in dust, unable to conceal its dullness.
Behind her stood a slender young man in black, his mouth opening and closing as if he was saying something.
Nan Xiao didn't hear clearly what the person in the picture said, but when she saw the face of the protagonist in the picture, her fingers clenched unconsciously and her mind became dazed.
The one sitting in the wheelchair was her, and the young man was Lu Huai.
Nan Xiao's heart trembled.
Before she could think about it, the scene changed...
'She' was still sitting quietly in the wheelchair, and the background was the woman's boudoir she had entered earlier.
The sunlight shines through the carved window lattices, casting a mottled light on the ground.
Lu Huai looked focused, holding a wooden comb, gently combing her long black hair. He picked up a hairpin from the dressing table and carefully tied her hair.
He stared at the person inside through the mirror and said slowly, "Yesterday you said you wanted to eat the roast chicken from Renjian Zuixianlou. I found the master chef there and learned the skills from him. I'll make it for you today, okay?"
'Her' eyelashes just trembled slightly, and she didn't say anything.
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This scene is quite long and it shows the daily life of the two people in this yard.
Out of the twenty-four hours in a day, Lu Huai is basically by her side for twenty hours.
Every time Lu Huai went out and came back, he would bring her some strange and weird things.
Sometimes it is for eating, sometimes for playing, and even the ruby fruit tree in the yard was planted by Lu Huai.
But the 'she' in the picture seldom spoke to Lu Huai, only responding occasionally and remaining silent most of the time.
As time went on, Lu Huai seemed to become busier and he appeared in the yard less and less, and 'she' would often sit alone in a wheelchair, looking at the scenery outside the window, sitting there for the whole day.
Three days later, Nan Xiao met Lu Huai again.
He was thin, much thinner than before, and his entire body exuded an unconcealable fatigue, as if he had experienced countless fierce battles. A faint smell of blood emanated from his sleeves, adding a touch of desolation to his already haggard appearance.
He leaned forward slightly, his eyes full of tenderness, and whispered softly: "Xiaoxiao, give me a little more time, everything will be fine, wait for me a little longer, okay..."
Nan Xiao's calm eyes showed emotion for the first time, covered with a thin layer of mist, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Is it worth it?"
"It's worth it." He looked directly into her eyes and said seriously, "When the time comes, wherever you want to go, I'll accompany you."
"good."
The scene changes again...
This small courtyard welcomed a group of uninvited guests. They had ferocious faces and said a lot of words that they thought were righteous.
"She," wheelchair-bound and defenseless, was attacked and slaughtered by a group of sword-wielding men. With her last breath, Shen Chaozhao walked gracefully to her feet, leaned down, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "Xiaoxiao, for the sake of our past friendship, I wanted to spare your life. But Lu Huai risked everything to save a piece of trash like you. I will never allow that. He will be mine sooner or later, so you must die."
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