The ever-bright light in the distance was dim and faint, and it was difficult to penetrate the rich and heavy night.
The gust of wind kept making low-pitched whimpers, and the night rain was blown all over the place, passing through the crumbling walls, and landing on the tip of Pei Ji's high nose.
Ning Ning's question was too abrupt, like hitting a dull knife on top of his head.
Pei Ji had never heard, let alone thought, that someone would ask him this sentence. Although he was a little stunned for a while, his eyes looked straight forward, and his eyes were fixed on the face of the little girl in front of him.
This look made him feel confused at first.
Just like the brain has not finished analyzing the wisps of emotions, the body and nerves have already made the most honest response.
When Ning Ning mentioned "the girl he likes", he raised his eyelashes almost subconsciously, impartially, and just set his eyes on her.
Does this mean he—
Pei Ji seemed to understand something, but she always felt that everything was foggy, unreal and unclear, as if she was in a dream.
Chengying was still pretending to be dead in his heart, motionless and quiet like a chicken, he was unreasonably annoyed, and wanted to hear its roaring sound like a broken gong for the first time ever.
Without that voice to divert attention...
He would definitely blush in front of Ning Ning.
Just because of one of her problems was so embarrassing, he was really helpless.
Ning Ning, who was standing beside him, was also flustered, turned his head away the moment he looked at Pei Ji, and squeezed the jacket over his body even harder.
When she spoke again, her tone was as dry as a thousand-year-old mummy: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to. I just asked casually, I don't particularly want to know."
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Pei Ji's low and hoarse voice, as if drenched in water vapor: "You—"
Ning Ning's fingertips trembled quietly.
Cheng Ying finally couldn't even pretend to be dead, like a dying person taking a deep breath, making a long, dry breath, and his limbs fluttering like a drowning puppy.
It's a pity that halfway through the inhalation, he kicked his legs and rolled his eyes again, almost saying goodbye to this beautiful world.
Pei Ji's tone was still very light, and she added the sentence with a blank face: "Why are you asking this?"
Chengying: …
Cheng Ying could not wait to spit out a mouthful of old blood, and then freeze it into ice cubes and smash it on the stinky boy's forehead, stomping his feet madly on the spot: "Nianzi! Wood! Idiot! What a great opportunity to be mad at me! You answer like this! What are you doing! I want to cut ties with you! Immediately! Immediately!"
"When you were walking on the road before, didn't you say that Qiao Yan and her childhood sweetheart reunited?"
Chengying was so angry that Ning Ning, who was the client, didn't have too many mood swings, and answered in one go: "I suddenly remembered them, so I went along with the flow to ask about your situation."
After finally thinking of a plausible reason, Ning Ning gave herself a thumbs up in her heart.
To be honest, she actually thought carefully about the question of "what kind of girl Pei Ji likes" for a while.
After all, he was alone from the beginning to the end in the original work. Even if he became a decisive person in the future, he would still turn a blind eye to the intentional approach of female cultivators from all walks of life. There are four big characters written on the forehead: no love, no love.
However, it is one thing to secretly think about it in private, and it is quite another to ask it out in front of others.
This question came out without warning, and even Ning Ning didn't respond. Now that I try to think back, I only remember the only two thoughts I had at that time.
She doesn't seem to resist the approach and contact with Pei Ji.
And, want to know more about him.
In any case, she was really overwhelmed by the rainstorm, so she asked this question in a confused way.
"Ah, that's right!"
In the sound of the overwhelming rain, Ning Ning suddenly let out a low cry, took out the storage bag from his arms, and lowered his head to start looking for something. Pei Ji waited without a word, and saw a round white ball roll out of the bag.
It was the night pearl that she quietly bought for Lin Xun.
"I originally planned to give it to him after the trial, but I didn't expect to use it first."
Ning Ning held it up with both hands, her fingers and cheeks were brightly lit up, remembering that Pei Ji was afraid of the dark, she reached out and handed Ye Mingzhu to him: "Unfortunately, I don't know where my star-marked sword has gone, if I have it on my body , I can also show you the star-like light, which is very beautiful."
This action is very normal, but Pei Ji doesn't know why his eyes are slightly dark, and his long eyelashes are lowered and he muttered: "I don't need it."
"Ugh."
Seeing his appearance, Cheng Ying immediately understood everything in his heart. He started reciting a small composition in rhythm again. This time, he said it so bitterly that he almost burst into tears: "When you see that night pearl, do you feel so sore and sore, and you can't breathe? Don't be sad, Dad, I understand you, Pei. Xiaoji! It's not good for a child to have a tight chest, most of them are jealous!"
The black-clothed youth who held the sword tightly squeezed his right hand secretly, and a shadow flashed in his eyes.
Although Chengying was annoying and nagging, what troubled Pei Ji most was that most of what he said was true.
For example, now, when he saw the Ye Mingzhu that Ning Ning bought for Lin Xun with a lot of money, his heart was really stuffy, and he felt a little sour for no reason.
Cheng Ying liked the way he wanted to beat it but was poked at the center of the matter, and continued to laugh and joke: "I didn't expect you to have today, tsk tsk, tsk tsk, this is sour, I can't believe it."
After a pause, the ridicule in the words became stronger: "Pei Xiaoji, the deeper you get, the deeper you get, you're probably completely planted."
"What's wrong with you? That expression is so strange."
It was still chattering, Ning Ning's voice rang in her ears, Pei Ji raised her head in a conditioned reflex, and met her bright eyes.
The distance between them... seems a little too close.
The coat was hanging on top of his head, so that he couldn't even step back. The heat belonging to the summer night slowly accumulated in the narrow space, dyeing the young man's white earlobes into thin red.
He used to be the best at patience, but now he felt very hot in his heart, his throat moved slightly, and he shook his head gently: "Maybe it's influenced by the surrounding demonic energy... It's not a big problem."
"Magic?"
Ning Ning looked around after hearing the words, and sure enough, he saw a blood-red breath like mist. They seemed to be sunk by the rain, and they were all piled up in the low places. They looked a little thicker than usual, like scattered blood flowers.
"There is a lot of resentment in this secret realm, and I don't know when the devilish energy will disappear."
She said what she thought, and looked at Pei Ji with a serious look: "By the way, how are the demons in the secret realm?"
"We went to the waterfall while you were asleep."
He knew everything and replied slowly: "The monks of the demon race suffered damage to their spiritual power during the battle, and the sea of knowledge and meridians have not yet recovered, so they cannot bear the strong evil spirits here. When we arrived there, many people were already caught Comatose, and now they are all detained in the village, presumably there is not much time left."
The demon cultivators would be seriously injured by the demonic energy left behind after the death of the same clan, which should be regarded as a cocoon to some extent.
Ning Ning quietly listened to him, leaned gently against the wall behind him, raised his head slightly and said, "Demon Race... Pei Ji, what do you think of them?"
What she didn't notice was that the eyes of the black-clothed youth beside her became more and more sinister.
Pei Ji answered quickly, almost without any hesitation, and his tone was as cold as ice: "It is extremely vicious, and the crime cannot be punished."
This is a very ironic thing.
Since joining the division, he has learned a lot about the past when the immortals and demons fought. Whether it was the Goose City Incident or the fact that the spirit fox lineage almost wiped out the clan, the magic cultivator has always been associated with killing, tyranny and death, which makes people feel uncontrollably bored and disgusting.
However, the ridiculous thing is that he himself is an out-and-out descendant of the demon race, and he has been contaminated with filth and violent blood since he was born. It's no wonder that the former outer sect disciples would come to trouble him in groups. With such a despicable bloodline, there is no reason to refute him.
Just like what his mother said when he was beaten and scolded when he was locked in the cellar when he was a child, he was born unclean, neither human nor ghost, it was disgusting.
Pei Ji did not restrain the self-loathing and self-mockery in her expression, and turned her head to look at the dusty corner of the wall. In the double attack of the muffled thunder and torrential rain, he heard Ning Ning's voice.
Her tone could be called "light", and she even laughed briefly before speaking, like a crisp bell rang by the night wind: "How can it be so scary?"
Pei Ji was taken aback.
"Although there are indeed many demon cultivators who have committed countless crimes, other than that, the demons also have a less terrifying side."
Ning Ning's eyes were serious, and she said solemnly: "For example, Qin Niang is willing to give everything just to save the life of Qiao Yan, a little girl who is not a relative or a stranger. Another example is Qi Han. We won’t be caught in any way, but in order to save the lives of the same clan, we struggled to support, and finally ended up failing and exiting.”
After she finished speaking, she paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then said, "Even demons are sentient, and they are not as vicious as most people think. So—"
Pei Ji heard her voice clearer, perhaps because Ning Ning turned her cheeks in his direction. So the girl's Qingling's voice penetrated the layers of wind and rain, and fell on the eardrum: "Don't take other people's excessive words to heart, Pei Ji. What about the demon blood, you and I are no different."
- She said such a large number of words, it turned out to be to comfort him.
In the original book, the situation of the descendants of the demon race was mentioned, all of which were like walking on thin ice and being discriminated against. Pei Ji had never received any affirmation from childhood to adulthood, and there was only a steady stream of malice and scolding around him.
But in fact, he is no different from other Immortal Sect disciples. He is also a high-spirited young man who has not been deeply involved in the world. He does not have too many twists and turns in his heart, like unstained white paper, purely excessive.
As for coming to the secret realm this time, the Linghu clan hated the demon cultivator even more.
Qiao Yan once gritted her teeth and told them that she would never die with all the demons; "Qinniang" also inadvertently mentioned in the chat that the monsters are cruel by nature, and they will definitely not follow the good way, and I don't know what happened when Pei Ji listened Feeling.
Ning Ning's tone was calm, but Pei Ji's chest felt like a stone was pressed against her. After hesitating for a while, she pursed her thin lips and looked at her.
The brilliance of the night pearl is soft and delicate, flowing quietly like a gurgling water, passing through the rain, the hair and the inexplicable love, casting a layer of white and bright color on the girl's round almond eyes.
The two of them stood under the same clothes to hide from the rain. Since they were in a small and dark space, the distance between them was naturally minimal.
The fragrance of gardenia that belongs to Ning Ning spreads everywhere, accompanied by the coldness of the cold night rain, but it also vaguely carries the gentle heat on her body.
The lines are intertwined and intertwined like strands, blending with his breath.
"Anyway, you are completely different from those wicked bad guys. There's no need to equate yourself with them."
Ning Ning waved his fist as he spoke, and raised his head with promise: "If anyone speaks ill of you again, Senior Sister will help you teach him a good lesson - don't think about it yourself, you know?"
When she looked up, she met Pei Ji's gaze.
It was the first time that Ning Ning saw such a gaze.
The dark pupils were as deep as the ocean, with stormy waves and dark tides inside, as if she could be swallowed up just by looking at her.
This should be a very dangerous sight, but it is extremely abrupt with strong tameness and pain, in addition to many complex emotions, she can't see it clearly, and she is dumbfounded.
Pei Ji didn't look away.
They were really too close.
Not far from the deafening thunder and noisy raindrops, the corner of this decadent house was as quiet as time frozen.
Ning Ning's head was stuck, and in a trance, he seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat that was getting faster and faster.
Why does Pei Ji... look at her like this.
No, no, then what was she doing to take his gaze without moving
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Ning Ning immediately lowered his head.
At times like this, you should say something to ease the embarrassment.
She wanted to cover her cheeks with her palms to cool down, but she always felt that such an action was too obvious, so she made it clear that she was blushing, so she had to bow her head and whisper with a knotted tongue: "What, what's wrong ?"
Pei Ji closed her eyes slightly and took a deep breath: "It's nothing... Thank you, Senior Sister."
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Fortunately, the thunderstorm gradually receded after a while, and Ning Ning was finally able to return to his hut and lie comfortably on the bed after saying good night to Pei Ji.
But could not sleep.
When I'm alone with Pei Ji, I always feel weird.
She is outgoing, approachable and rarely shy. To take the most simple example, if she and He Zhizhou looked at each other, Ning Ning would never blush even if they looked at each other for a long time.
But the glance at Pei Ji tonight—
Ning Ning remembered his expression at that time, unable to tell how he felt, buried his head in the pillow and rolled on the bed.
To her, Pei Ji seems to be different from others.
Ning Ning rolled back again, her hair in a mess.
No way.
If there is any difference, wouldn't it be... like, like
Ning Ning's eyes were wide open like a dead fish, and the moment these two words came to his mind, he rolled around again.
Putong immediately fell off the bed.
She was in a state of turmoil, and she still tossed and turned after she climbed into the bed. In the end, she had to shrink into shrimp and wrap her body and face with a quilt. She fell asleep at some point. When she woke up the next day, it was noon. time.
Ning Ning tried her best to put the events of last night behind her, got up and dressed as usual, opened the door and planned to join others. Glancing at random, I found unexpected joy.
The Star Mark Sword was found by someone, wiped it carefully, wrapped it in cotton cloth, and stood upright under the eaves in front of her door.
Ning Ning narrowed his eyes from the piercing sun, and his heart jumped uncontrollably.
Who was it that searched the forests and lakes one after another in the early morning, then cleaned and wrapped it and put it in the current position, although no one said, she knew the answer.
Last night, she just mentioned the Star Mark Sword very casually, but she didn't expect Pei Ji to find it so quickly.
Ning Ning leaned over and held the hilt of the sword. Sure enough, she could smell the familiar fragrance of Muzhi on the fabric. When she picked it up, she saw a note attached to the sword.
The handwriting of the young man is as unrestrained as a dragon, and it is very beautiful:
[I'll give you the sword, don't be sad. ]
It was saying that she dreamed of her parents and woke up with red and swollen eyes.
- I wanted to comfort her like this.
Ning Ning held the sword, her mood was very complicated.
Pei Ji always seems to ignore everything, but she actually remembers everything. He made it clear that he is not interested in the girl around him, if he has been doing this to her...
Then she'd be completely blown away.
After his wife was lost and found, Ning Ning's tangled mood finally got better, and was about to pick up the star-marked sword to go out, when he suddenly heard Xu Ye's cry from not far away: "It's not good, it's not good!"
He heard his voice without seeing him, and when he ran into the courtyard where Ning Ning was, he was already exhausted and out of breath:
"The disciples of the major sects have come to hear the wind, and they have already bumped into the village. There will be a big melee here soon!"