Ye Peitian walked quickly, he felt like a ridiculous clown, and fled away from the bustling and bustling Spring City.
He could still hear the terrified curse in his ears.
"Demons, murderous demons."
"Get out, get out of our town."
"The devil, the devil, why are you here?"
Ye Peitian rubbed the pale knuckles painfully.
There seemed to be an endless stream of blood in his body, dripping on the ground continuously, leaving a long string of bloody footprints behind him as he moved quickly.
In the distance, a few greedy peepers were vaguely followed. Those who thought they had concealed their whereabouts could quietly fall behind him and even snatch the blood left on the ground.
Ye Peitian was too lazy to pay attention to these ants, he just wanted to go back to the castle in the desert as soon as possible, it was so quiet and peaceful and reassuring.
Not so full of all kinds of irritable noises that disgust him like this.
His feet landed on the edge of the desert, and the annoying voices behind him finally faded away. No one dared to provoke or follow him, the Yellow Sand Emperor, in a desert.
Ye Peitian walked for a long time and came to the center of the barren desert.
The moonlight is bright tonight, icy scattered over the rolling sand dunes. The silver-white sand was blown by the breeze, and layers of fine ripples rippled on the undulating sand.
He stretched out his shaky arms.
The earth began to shake, huge dunes arched up in the desert, quicksand rolled down from the top, and a castle buried in the ground slowly rose from the gravel.
The huge building appeared in the moonlight, and the sand grains attached to it flowed away like water, revealing a whole clean sand castle.
In the long years of the past, Ye Pei spent day after day alone in this cage made of yellow sand. This is the cage of humans and demons, and it is also the body that reassures him the most.
He stretched out his hand and held on to the threshold of the castle, shaking his body,
There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him.
There is always that kind of greedy greedy who wants to put his life in his hands.
Ye Peitian sneered and turned his face.
Thick blood flowed down from the top of his head and slipped past his eyes. Through the gap in the blood flow, he suddenly saw a familiar face appear on the edge of the desert.
A face that appeared countless times in his memory.
The man also seemed a little nervous to be discovered.
The two looked at each other across a barren gravel.
For some reason, Ye Peitian suddenly felt a sense of grievance in his heart.
When he was expelled by the same kind, and his body and flesh were plundered by countless people, the grievances that his numb heart had not even arose, suddenly surged into his heart at this moment.
Ye Peitian turned his face away without saying a word, pushed open the gate of the castle, and walked into the dim castle step by step, holding the wall made of yellow sand with his blood-stained hands.
Like a scarred beast, he walked back to his lair alone, full of grievances. But his spirit was tense, and he listened to the thin footsteps behind him.
The voice didn't move away, it was approaching here carefully.
He was in a mess, not knowing whether he should be happy or rejected, but the string in his heart loosened, his body swayed, and he finally fell to the ground.
There was the sound of a gust of wind floating behind him, and a soft palm caught him in time.
The man caught his bleeding body and picked him up.
In the chaos, he felt the embrace that once reassured him, so he let his consciousness wander, and no longer struggled to resist.
The castle was like a huge, hard shell that housed his soft and broken flesh. It was the lair where he licked his wounds alone after being injured countless times.
He has never let any creature other than himself enter here.
At this moment, someone opened this hard shell and recklessly took out the bruised him, so that his weak and pitiful appearance was exposed to that person's gentle eyes.
Ye Peitian felt ashamed and embarrassed, but seemed to have longing and yearning in his heart. He closed his eyes and let the man take him all the way upstairs and put him on the bed made of sand.
She left in her footsteps, and quickly ran back. The soft quilt she didn't know where to find it surrounded her cold body with those warm things.
Ye Peitian didn't remember that there was such a thing in his castle.
His face turned to the wall, and out of the corner of the eye he saw the figure of a person, sitting down on the chair in front of the bed,
The man found stored water and some sackcloth and began to work swiftly on his wounds.
"Are there any medicines?" the voice asked.
What medicine does the devil need, there is never medicine here.
After a slight sigh, the soft and warm palm touched the cold skin of his forehead.
Because of greed for this little temperature. He is stuck in the human world.
Ye Peitian closed his eyes, face after face chaotically intertwined in front of him.
Friends, the owner of the shop, the children who received his favor, the gray-haired old man... Those smiling and grateful faces all turned into disgust and fear after knowing his identity.
"The murderous devil."
"Don't go near him."
"Human, what are your plans to come to our Spring City!"
The faces of those saints were hideous, with greed flashing in their eyes, but with a deep fear of him.
He hates that look, and in order to make that look disappear, he has turned himself into a demon.
Staying alone in this deadly silent cage forever is the punishment that the devil deserves, and he should not foolishly approach the world where humans are.
Ye Peitian turned his face to the wall, "Leave. This is not where you should be."
The man just hummed softly.
"Let's go, I don't need anything, just leave me alone..." After Ye Peitian said these words, he coughed up thick blood from his mouth, his body was aching, and his heart seemed to be aching too, there was nowhere to go It doesn't hurt.
He closed his eyes and fell into a real coma.
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When he woke up from his coma, the sky was already bright.
Bright sunlight streams into the bedrooms through huge windows - every room in this castle has large windows.
There was a chair in front of his bed, and the chair was empty.
That person left, he told her to go.
Ye Peitian rolled down from the bed, supported the wall, barely propped up his weak body, and slowly walked downstairs.
There was a faint movement in the living room,
Inexplicably, he felt anxious and anxious. He wanted to walk faster, but his legs that had lost too much blood were so weak that he almost rolled down the stairs.
This is an open kitchen.
Chu Qianxun stood in front of the neat cabinets, with the spacious dining room behind him.
There are all kinds of equipment in the kitchen, pots and pans are neatly arranged, and there is even a rare liquefied gas can under the stove.
Those devices that are too spotless or even new, show their fate that they have never been used. This is like the sample houses sold in the golden age. Everything in order is just a decoration to make the space show the breath of life.
Chu Qianxun's cooking skills are very bad. She can usually only cook a pot of food in boiling water to maximize the nutrition of the food under the condition of convenience and speed.
In this precarious and urgent era of material scarcity, most people are similar to her, and few people have the luxury to pay attention to cooking skills.
The rare complete cooking equipment could not bring her any help. She found a delicate stainless steel pot, removed the label and washed it, put it on the stove and boiled a pot of water, and obviously placed the few pieces she found out. A long time pasta is thrown into the pan. Although no other ingredients were found, it was a very good meal to have fine noodles anyway.
Chu Qianxun hummed a song softly, waiting for the white noodles in the pot to cook, casually looking at the hall of the castle.
The yellow sand was condensed into rammed earth, and flat walls and floors, as well as table tops and chairs were built.
The life of the owner of the castle was obviously dull and monotonous, and everything was spotless as far as the eye could see. There is hardly any extra decoration on the smooth table top and all the countertops, and it is a solemn light yellow.
In fact, when Chu Qianxun brought Ye Peitian in last night, he couldn't even find the room where he usually sleeps. Every room that opened the door had only a bare and hard bed made of sand. Into any bedding, so much so that she had to remove a room's curtains for an improvised emergency.
Except for the large number of books stacked in the kitchen and the study on the second floor, there is almost no trace of life in this castle.
Ye Peitian has been living like this, Chu Qianxun stirred the noodles in the pot.
He can send out an astonishing number of high-level demons at will, but he seems to be deliberately torturing himself, living in a barren and lifeless castle, living like an ascetic.
Just as he was thinking about it, a messy footstep sounded at the entrance of the stairs.
A man stumbled across the stairs near the restaurant. First, pale fingers clasped the door frame, then the bloodless face covered by the messy forehead.
He gasped and stared at Chu Qianxun for a while, as if he had finally let go, unable to hold his body, he slid down against the door frame and sat on the steps.
"What's wrong? What are you running down for?" Chu Qianxun came over and stretched out his hand to help Ye Peitian up.
The body was icy and cold, trembling uncontrollably due to being unable to support it.
"You're so hurt, what are you doing running down here?" Chu Qianxun said in a soft voice.
Ye Peitian lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.
Chu Qianxun remembered that he had let himself go before he passed out yesterday, maybe he was not used to letting strangers live in his house.
But because his injury was too serious, to deal with the injury for him, unknowingly dawdled until dawn. Although in such a wasteland age where life was difficult, everyone had a thick skin and generally didn't mind the words of others, but Chu Qianxun was still a little embarrassed.
She helped Ye Peitian on the chair in the dining room, turned off the fire on the stove, and put a bowl of noodles in front of him.
"Can you eat it?" Chu Qianxun put a pair of chopsticks into Ye Peitian's hand, his hand was really cold, and he didn't know how much blood was shed, "Eat a little while it's hot, don't worry, I'll be right away. Walk."
Ye Peitian was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand, and pushed the bowl forward.
Chu Qianxun showed a questioning expression.
"You..." Ye Peitian avoided her gaze, her clear eyes waved twice under her long eyelashes, "You go first."
Chu Qianxun finally understood what he meant by humbling himself, not driving him away.
Her mood brightened in an instant, she pushed the bowl back, put another bowl of noodles in the pot, and sat down face to face with Ye Peitian.
"Also, let's eat together."
Ye Peitian's slender fingers curled up on the table, considered for a moment, and finally unfolded, picked up the pair of chopsticks, and slowly picked out the noodles from the bowl.
The noodle soup was very bland and had no taste, because it was not used in advance with white water, and there was even a little stinky noodle smell.
But Chu Qianxun didn't mind this, she ate it with relish, it was no longer easy to eat noodles made of such white noodles these days.
She suddenly remembered that Ye Peitian in her memory was a man with particularly good cooking skills, who was able to cook, and liked to cook all kinds of food. He must be not used to eating white noodles in such a clear soup.
Chu Qianxun quietly raised his head and glanced at Ye Peitian.
Ye Peitian lowered his head and ate very quietly, with black chopsticks holding a hanging white noodles, he swallowed, as if it was some rare delicacy in the world.
The light in the castle is very good, and the light is shining everywhere. The sunlight of the autumn morning filtered in through the window and hit Ye Peitian's soft hair.
A little water light, swayed in the sunlight, and fell into the steaming bowl.
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