It may be a very short time, or a long time, Ji Jiu felt that he was just staring at him for a while, and then opened his eyes, the person behind him had withdrawn from his body and left. If it weren't for the blood soaking all over his body, he thought it would be a hallucination.
a hallucination. No assassination, no heartache, no blood flow.
Ji Jiu turned over limply, her mind went blank, and in this short moment, everything stopped.
In fact, why bother? Ji Jiu lay silently on the bed of blood, looking at the dark roof. He is not an idiot, he is a person who can be called exquisite, how could he fail to notice the tenderness of that person every time he hugged him, such a cautious posture, the hug like a prison, the delicate tenderness every time he opened up... just On the wedding night, Ji Jiu also admitted that he had never been so tender and affectionate to his wife.
But so what
It was like a hallucination. No matter how sympathetic and affectionate he is, he is still Ji Jiu, and he is also someone who is unwilling to be crushed by him. Those tenderness and sweetness are just a joke.
It's just a joke in the world! Ji Jiu thought. Then he closed his eyes, too sad to speak.
He is smart. I have long suspected that this matter is not as simple as hatred? Skin-to-skin kissing is the most intimate act in this world. The other person's body, texture, bones, and breath... are all completely exposed. Ji Jiu understands such affection. Because I understand, I don’t believe it.
How to believe it? What if I believe it? Apart from knowing that he is a demon, he doesn't know anything else. The only thing he knows is that he is Ji Jiu. For more than 20 years, he has followed one direction and reached Ji Jiu, who has nowhere else to go except this road in front of him. He has a wife and children behind him, and he has responsibilities on his shoulders. He is Ji Jiu who wants to shine in the annals of history. This protruding monster is an obstacle for him, an obstacle that he wants to cross and sweep away.
Ji Jiu touched the wet humiliation under his body, raised his hand, and looked at the red in the palm prints by the light of the dim oil lamp. In his eyes, it was as if a large scarlet satin blindfolded his eyeballs, and those ubiquitous bright reds flooded his eyes.
There was another burst of pain at the position of the heart, and the place behind where someone vented his anger seemed to have awakened from paralysis, and there were bursts of pain.
Ji Jiu turned over and sat up, bent down and grabbed the robe that had been thrown on the ground and put it on again, walking out of the tent with floating steps. It hurts everywhere, everywhere, after the pain hits the brain, Ji Jiu wants to go out for a walk.
As soon as he walked out of the tent, Ji Jiu glanced at his side habitually, but was slightly taken aback, the person who was supposed to be on duty there was not there.
Shen Jue is not here.
At this moment, Ji Jiu remembered what he just broke through, and his heart tightened, and he couldn't help worrying that he would spread the word, and now that no one was around, this worry became more and more serious, and Ji Jiu didn't care about his physical discomfort. Shuttle to find.
As he was looking for it, he met a soldier on night patrol, and Ji Jiu arrested a man to ask him. The man pointed to the open space outside the camp and said he saw him leave the camp. Ji Jiu immediately chased him out.
There is only one road outside the camp, which used to be a grassland, but was turned into loess by the footsteps of horseshoes. Ji Jiu searched along the road, thought for a while, then turned and walked to the right path, stepping on the dew-wet grassland, and walking forward in the darkness. Until the sound of running water came to my ears, the river was rushing at night, shining with starlight reflections, with colorful lights. Ji Jiu stopped and looked around in the grass. The scenery he saw was familiar. This was the river he had jumped into.
The sound of running water is quiet, but also jubilant. In such a quiet and noisy voice, Ji Jiu heard murmurs.
Following the sound, beside the thick willow tree, Ji Jiu saw two figures, standing vaguely facing each other, who seemed to be very familiar, talking. He couldn't hear what he was saying, but Ji Jiu knew that those were the two people who shouldn't be together the most. One was the demon who had just been stabbed by him, and the other was Shen Jue.
Ji Jiu felt a kind of betrayal. It's the kind of betrayal of being betrayed by someone close, which is unbearable.
Although the time was not long, the feeling that Shen Jue gave him was familiar. At the moment when his eyes and wind met occasionally, he would show a childlike expression, and even at certain times, Ji Jiu could feel that this person was always Silently looking at his own eyes, his eyes are reluctant to part, just like the attachment of a sparrow swallow to its nest. I don't know when it started, Ji Jiu also regarded him as his own child, and the majesty in his speech remained unchanged, but he was a little more pampered.
Ji Jiu squatted silently in the grass, reeds and thorns over his head, like monsters coming from all directions, trying to swallow him up.
It didn't know how long it took before Ji Jiu recovered from the shock and the pain in his heart, and immediately laughed at himself: Why bother.
It was originally, why bother. Thinking of this, his face regained his composure and composure, and the moonlight fell on his face through the overlapping branches and leaves, giving birth to a three-point coldness for no reason.
Ji Jiu turned around silently, ready to evacuate, at this moment, he heard a familiar voice not far away shouting angrily: Father, what are you going to do!
Ji Jiu's whole body just froze.
That familiar voice was full of youthful vigor, but at this moment it roared with anger: Don't you know that he is tough when he encounters a strong one? Why be so aggressive! What exactly are you going to do
Listening to that voice, Ji Jiu was stunned for a moment after understanding the words, unable to recover. Are they father and son? Is the person in the words himself
Ji Jiu thought for a moment, then returned to the original place, and even moved forward three points, hiding in the shadows again, slowing down even her breathing, and listening intently.
There was no movement at the other end. In fact, there was movement. He heard another voice, but it was far away, as if it was a phantom sound from another world. No matter how hard he pricked up his ears, he couldn't hear those whispers clearly.
Yi Mo was at a loss.
Facing Xiaobao who was angry for the first time, Yi Mo's expression was a bit dazed.
He held the dagger in his hand, and looked at it carefully under the afterglow of the stars and moon. The blood on it was still wet, and it smelled fishy and sweet. Yi Mo looked at the dagger for a long time before raising his eyes to look at the boy in front of him. The man who called his father asked suspiciously: "This is the end, why don't I want to let go?"
He asked, asking Xiaobao, but it was more like asking himself.
Shen Jue was stunned, thinking of something, the anger on his face suddenly faded, his eyes also dimmed, "Father... I thought that you came looking for him because you were reluctant."
Yi Mo was also slightly taken aback, and quickly said: "Yes."
"But..." Shen Jue hesitated for a moment, and said slowly, "Is it because of forcing myself to let go?"
Yi Mo froze obviously, and did not speak.
Shen Jue was speechless for a moment, but felt a soreness rushing into his eyes, he quickly turned his face away, looked at the river flowing under the moonlight, and said after a while: "Father is going to become a fairy, my child knows... my child understands." Yi Mo was still silent, as if he had nothing to say. Shen Jue waited, and then said: "But this is unfair to Dad. He was obsessed with you in the last life, and he couldn't ask for it in the last life, but he has no complaints or regrets. He didn't let you find him, because he didn't want you to suffer today. But my father wanted to look for it, knowing that he would have to look for it today... When he found it, he hurt him and forced him to be ruthless, so my father could take advantage of the situation to stop, and from now on he will cultivate with a pure heart and become an immortal." Shen Jue said. , his voice finally became hoarse, with resentment, he said bitterly: "Is it so good to be a fairy? If I don't have a father, a father, and live alone in this world, I won't do it!"
Xu Shi made the child's anger agitated, Yi Mo's expression also changed, and he said: "But I have lived for nearly two thousand years, just to become a fairy." He said simply, but his tone was confused, As if an ignorant child, after the goal of two thousand years was vetoed by Xiao Bao, he was also shaken.
"But today's matter, my father himself said that it has already been done like this, doesn't my father still don't want to let go?" Shen Jue said: "Father can't let him go, so he can become a fairy?!"
Yi Mo listened, lowered his head slightly, and asked him: "So what?" So what? Yi Mo moved the dagger, and a silvery white light flashed under the moonlight, piercing coldly into his eyes and into his heart.
He came to look for him because he missed him, but he also knew that this kind of longing could not be eradicated, and he could not continue to cultivate. The first time we met, the man and his wife were affectionate and tender, the beauty of the day hurt him, he raped him, and he didn't regret it.
That would have been his person. It is the person in his arms, the person who will hug him in winter, the person who can be tender. is his.
After the emotions passed, I calmed down and looked around, and also thought, since I have already made a mistake in the first step, let's just go on wrong, and if we meet each other and become enemies, it is not bad for that person to hate him a little more. In the second life, there shouldn't be any entanglements, but now the entanglements in the first life are constantly being discussed, so let's resolve these quickly. He hated and wanted to kill, but he could cut himself off from that tender thought as soon as possible.
After that nostalgia was cut off, there was no more Shen Qingxuan and Yi Mo.
However, the dagger pierced the heart, but it was painful. It broke our hearts. The more it hurts, the more unwilling it is, the more it proves that all this is useless. He still can't let him go.
I still want to hold that person in my arms, want to rub that person into my flesh and blood, want to bury myself in his body, to be wrapped tightly around the roots in softness and heat, as if a wanderer returns home.
Yi Mo held the dagger tightly, with the sharp edge embedded in his palm, deep enough to penetrate into the bone. Shen Jue noticed it, quickly cast a spell, snatched the dagger, and carefully held the bloody hand, trying to heal the wound.
The child in front of him lowered his brows and eyes, and he had long since lost the anger he had before. His expression was meek and humble, with concern. Yi Mo watched, and finally withdrew his hand, as if replying: "I will not force him in the future."
Shen Jue was stunned for a moment, and after she understood it, she pursed her lips, showed a smile, and said in a low voice: "Daddy won't live for a few years, and no one can control the affairs of the afterlife. Why don't you just stay with him? What will happen in the future? Do you know?"
Yi Mo was silent for a moment, glanced at the grass in the dark place, and said, "Go back to the camp."
Shen Jue responded, and soon returned the same way, but took a detour through another path.
Ji Jiu squatted on the spot and never heard what they said. After waiting for a long time, his interest faded and he was about to leave. But he was stopped halfway.
Ji Jiu said: "You..."
Yi Mo looked at him, his hair was disheveled, his body was stained with grass leaves, and his face was rubbed with dirt, he was really embarrassed, he sighed in his heart, raised his hand to wipe off all the dirt, and looked at him under the moonlight With vigilant eyes again, he said, "The humidity is too heavy, let's go back."
Ji Jiu didn't answer, just looked at him, and after a while, said: "Is that your son?"
He asked this question, but Yi Mo ignored him, so where is his son, it is obviously the son of the person in front of him. In that life, his family and his family depended on him, and he couldn't get rid of it. But now he turned his back on it. Yi Mo didn't bother to answer his question at all, he just said: "How is he like me?" Obviously more like you.
Ji Jiu looked at his eyebrows and eyes, and indeed... there was no similarity, but he didn't believe his words, so he let it go with a snort.
Ji Jiu turned around and was about to leave after half a sentence without speculation. But Yi Mo grabbed his shoulders, Ji Jiu stared back and turned back, but the man pulled him off his head somehow.
Ji Jiu thought he was going to do something again, and his face turned pale. When he found that he had worn something around his neck, he was stunned for a second, and stretched out his hand to pull: "What!"
Yi Mo was very leisurely, watching him tearing it back and forth, his head was sweating, and then he kindly reminded: "It will not stop." He was torn off by him in the previous life, and it is purely a mistake to want to tear it off in this life. Idiots talk about dreams.
Ji Jiu stopped her hands, looked down at the red beads on her chest, the bright red beads were so beautiful, she couldn't help but reached out and fiddled with them, and asked, "What?"
"Call me with this if you have something to do." Yi Mo said, stretched out his hand again, straightened the messy lapel, and said, "I'll take you back."
Then, without waiting for Ji Jiu's reaction, he waved his sleeves and drove him back to the barracks tent, on the still bloody bed.
Ji Jiu fell back on the couch in a blink of an eye, half-dead from anger, cursed a bastard secretly, got up again, tore off the quilt and pillows on the bed, piled them all up on the ground, then lit a fire, and burned it clean .
Strange to say, the thick smoke from the fire in the tent did not drift out, and it all dissipated by itself.