Meng Xueli walked back with his head lowered, kicking the small stones blocking the way, with a sullen expression.
Ji Xiao did what he said and did not listen to the conversation between the two, but looking at the situation, he knew that they broke up unhappily. He walked towards the little fellow, and stretched out his arms, wanting to give him a comforting hug.
Meng Xueli ignored her and sat down on the ground like a frosted autumn flower. Ji Xiao touched his nose and sat down with him.
In the wilderness full of wildflowers, the two sat side by side watching the sunset, Ji Xiao asked softly, "Are you okay?"
Meng Xueli laughed to himself: "Not very good. I screwed up again."
Ji Xiao is not good at comforting, and accompanies him silently.
The setting sun sank behind the mountains, coating the outline of the rolling mountains with a final layer of orange-red light, and the other half of the sky was dark blue. The blue-green streamer of the peacock's tail feathers gradually disappeared, and the long wind swept through the wilderness.
Meng Xueli said, "Don't blame him. I used to be... frivolous."
The ferret, the giant snake, and the peacock once roamed freely in the three worlds, lawless and free. The King of Snow Mountain once fought in the South and the North, and once also pretended to be the scarf of Qu Xianming. He knew that Que Xianming had always missed the past and thought that to be a big demon, he should be high-spirited and beautiful. Meng Xueli was right, neither was Que Xianming.
The little Daoist's words had no beginning or end, but Ji Xiao probably understood it. Who wasn't when he was young, he thought amusingly.
"Why are you arguing?"
Meng Xueli: "For Ji Xiao."
Ji Xiao's heart moved slightly.
Meng Xueli: "I'm not only for Ji Xiao, but also for myself."
No matter in life or a monster, sometimes, even your closest friends don't understand your intentions. Que Xianming thought he was bewitched by love and left in anger.
However, the existence of Ji Xiao is more like a belief to him. Prove that what he can't do, someone can do.
How hard is it to be betrayed? How painful is remodeling? How hard is it to be reincarnated as a human
Jixiao is a long night, in the midst of wind and rain, and there is no spark between heaven and earth.
"I'm just not convinced." Meng Xueli said to himself, "My Dao Companion has stood up in the sky all his life, but died in an unclear manner, why?!"
Ji Xiao calmly said: "Life and death depend on fate. The way you choose, you have the courage to face the ending." It's hard to die once, but happiness and misfortune depend on each other.
Meng Xueli turned his head and stared straight at Xiao Tingyun, his voice trembling slightly, and he said word by word, "I don't believe that there is no black and white in this world, there is no reason. If there is no reason, I will ask Ji Xiao a reason!"
When Ji Xiao saw his red eyes, strong emotions surged.
He seemed to understand something.
Ji Xiao asked softly, "Do you really not like Ji Xiao?"
Meng Xueli's mind turned into a pot of porridge, Ji Xiao's death, the old events in the demon world, and the peacock leaving in anger, and he couldn't breathe.
He suddenly got up, collapsed and shouted: "Who said I don't like him! Why do you say we don't deserve it, even if he is the moon in the sky and I am the slush on the ground, I dare to like him, is it against the law?!
Meng Xueli gasped violently, and she felt better when she shouted the truth. Before she could calm down, a shadow suddenly fell in front of her eyes. It was Xiao Tingyun who stood up and blocked his light.
Meng Xueli was slightly startled.
When Xiao Tingyun faced him, he always had a smile in his eyes, gentle and tolerant. In the face of others, although he is reticent, he is also patient and polite.
For the first time, he saw Xiao Tingyun's expressionless face, his eyebrows and eyes like frost, and his breath like a mountain and a deep valley.
It feels familiar and unfamiliar. Meng Xueli was a little confused: "You, what are you doing?"
Xiao Tingyun doesn't want to fight, does he
The wind howled in the wilderness, Meng Xueli was about to retreat, but Ji Xiao held him firmly in his arms.
Ji Xiao leaned over slightly, their foreheads touched, and their breaths were intertwined.
"Trust me," he said.
In the next instant, Meng Xueli's sea of consciousness surged.
Ji Xiao separated a ray of consciousness and reached the deepest part of Meng Xueli's sea of consciousness.
Meng Xueli was stunned.
The setting sun, the sound of the wind, the wild flowers, the whole secret realm, everything was quickly away from him, and everything disappeared.
Practitioners are as vast as a sea of dharma, people can take their homes and rebuild, and demons can be reincarnated as human beings.
That ray of divine consciousness gently floated in the sea of his consciousness, but he was afraid of disturbing him, like a vast ocean that wrapped itself up and turned into a babbling stream in spring. It turned out to be Ji Xiao's breath.
Meng Xueli was shocked, and the sea of consciousness surged up to the sky.
He heard, saw, touched, and felt Ji Xiao.
Right in front of you, right now.