What's even more terrifying is that there is a blood-red mark between his eyebrows, which looks like a woman's flower patch, but no woman's flower patch has such a strange pattern.
"Turn around," he said again.
Ji Liyou didn't dare not listen, but he couldn't forget his appearance just now. He looked like a human but not a human, a god but not a god, a devil but not a devil, a monster but not a monster.
His voice also changed, like an ethereal sound coming from a far away place.
Ji Liyou was thinking wildly when his earlobe felt hot. He touched it with his hand and saw blood on it.
It was blood from a distance that splashed into his ears.
One can imagine what happened to that person.
There was no gust of wind behind him, just silence.
Ji Liyou mustered up the courage to open his eyes and look back. When he looked again, there was nothing on the ground, and there was no shadow of him.
He followed the way he came, passed through the door, and returned to Bolu.
It was completely dark in Bolu. Ji Liyou hurried back to Sanqi Tea House and asked the tea doctors, "Is Mr. Storyteller back?"
Master Ying nodded, "He's back, he's upstairs."
He took a few steps up the stairs, thought for a while, and asked someone to get a basin of hot water, and finally said, "Master Ying, help me make some cakes."
Master Ying asked, "Didn't you say that the smell was too bad and we were not allowed to do it again?"
Ji Liyou said, "It's okay, just do more."
"Okay." He nodded and went to the kitchen.
Opening the door, I heard his ethereal voice, "Get out."
Ji Liyou knew that he was the one who caused the trouble, "Let me see you."
"No need."
"Does it still hurt?" Ji Liyou asked cautiously. When he turned around, he saw not only his face, but also marks on his face and arms that looked like burns from coals.
He was napping at the table with his eyes closed, his head propped up on one hand, as if nothing had happened just now.
"Let me ask you, does it still hurt?"
He didn't answer.
"Is the blood of that person just now dangerous to you?"
He didn't open his eyes.
Ji Liyou said nothing, put the basin aside, wet the handkerchief and wiped his hands first.
He sat cross-legged, and Ji Liyou squatted behind him, gently took off his hairpin and spread his long hair.
As soon as he touched his hair, he knew that his hair was also stained with blood, "Is it your own blood?"
He said no.
Ji Liyou wiped his hair, but he didn't refuse and kept his original sitting position.
"Are you injured?" he asked him.
"No." The storyteller said coldly.
Ji Liyou knew that he would not tell the truth, so he reached out to untie his clothes, but he held his wrist and said, "Get out."
Ji Liyou smiled and said, "Father asked me to take good care of you."
After hearing these words, the storyteller fell drowsily at the table and slowly opened his eyes.
Ji Liyou glanced at him, his eyes were no different from those of ordinary people, with black eyes.
He took off his shirt and saw the dense whip marks on his back. "What did you do wrong to get beaten like this?" he asked casually.
The storyteller says, “No, I didn’t do anything wrong, I didn’t do anything wrong.”
After he finished saying this, the lights in the room suddenly went out.
Through the moonlight shining through the window, Ji Liyou saw his eyes filled with water, as if he were lying in a pool of spring water. There was an abyss under the water, and he couldn't see it at a glance. What secrets were sealed under the water? unknown.
For a moment, Ji Liyou felt that he was more like a monster and breathtaking. Of course, it was not this face, but the person he saw at the Yujian County Duke's Mansion today.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly lowered his head and kissed his lips.
Maybe it's because the flower blossom on his forehead hasn't disappeared yet. It's the flower blossom that hooked his soul.
The storyteller remained motionless, as if unresponsive.
Ji Liyou suspected that he was suffering from heart failure and that he would sink into his eyes and never come out again.
He left his lips and whispered to the storyteller in despair, "It's a god or a devil, so what? I admit it."
After saying this, Ji Liyou's memory became very blurry. He vaguely remembered the moonlight shining on his back, profile, and his light blue eyes reappeared, with red buds in the dark night. Also dazzlingly bright.
The moonlight seemed to have frosted on the table, but he didn't feel cold. He only felt hot everywhere. At first, he felt very painful. He kept telling him that he was wrong and that he would never speak nonsense again. But he didn't stop. He grabbed his waist and sealed his mouth to prevent him from shouting.
He really felt pain, but when the pain passed, he felt something he had never felt before. Hearing his breathing in his ears and smelling the fragrance of red plum blossoms deep in the white snow on his body, Ji Liyou no longer panicked.
"Shopkeeper..." Master Ying called several times.
Dr. Tea put the things aside and said, "Why don't you let the shopkeeper carry you into the house to sleep? If you fall asleep here, be careful of catching a cold."
He slowly opened his eyes, "What?"
Wipe your own saliva.
"Shopkeeper, please wake up. You've been sleeping here for half an hour."
"Am I sleeping here... for half an hour?" He was still confused, "I'm not... not..."
He was a little ashamed. He had had some erotic dream, and he dared to dream about it to him. He must have missed the girl like crazy. He hadn't seen the girl recently, so he was holding it back.
"Shopkeeper, are you still making cakes at night?" Master Ying asked.
"What?" He couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.
"Shopkeeper, you asked me to make cakes at night, and then asked your son to go upstairs to get a basin of water for the husband, saying that he wanted clean water, and then you fell asleep on your stomach." Master Ying reminded him.
He said to himself, "I was so sleepy that I forgot all about it. What on earth am I thinking about every day..."
"Shopkeeper, what are you thinking about?" the guys asked him.
"No no… "
"What time is it now?" he asked several of them.
Master Ying said, "It's almost midnight."
"It's so late, why don't you wake me up?"
"You slept soundly, and you were drooling while you slept. We just went about our own business, and we didn't call you until we were done." Dr. Tea said.
"Why is the teahouse so busy today?" He, the shopkeeper, didn't even know.
"It's like this. After you leave today -" Master Ying was interrupted just as he finished his sentence.
"What time is it? Why haven't you turned off the lights yet?" He held up a fan and covered the light with the fan, exposing the lower half of his face and his lips.
Ji Liyou didn't dare to look directly at him, stiffly twisted his neck and sat upright.
"If you don't sleep, it will be dawn." He yawned.
"Mr. Wen, throw down your clothes and I'll ask Huan Nu to wash them for you." Dr. Tea raised his head and said.
He said it wasn't necessary.
When everyone saw that the blood on his body had disappeared today.
"Go upstairs and sleep."
He didn't know who he was talking to.
Who knows anyway.
"Come on, go up and sleep now." He said.
But he didn't move until he saw him go back to his room and close the door.
Ji Li said softly, "I was scared to death."
"What scared you to death? Did you do something you shouldn't have done in your dream?" Master Ying said with a smile.
"... Nonsense... What can I do that I shouldn't do... Nonsense... Unreasonable..." He ran upstairs in a panic.
(End of chapter)