Xie Yu, the man in the entire cultivation world who loves to dance in criminal law, was punished spiritually for the first time.
Although he is a love brain with a halo of lowered wisdom, he can always taste a little teasing from the words of Ning Ning and Bai Ye, and after realizing this, the more he thinks about it, the more uncomfortable he becomes. , This feast of chickens and dogs quickly ended in a hurry.
Ning Ning was in a good mood, and looked at Bai Ye, his comrade-in-arms. The great revolutionary friendship sprang up like bamboo shoots after a rain.
Looking around the crowd again, the young master Yonggui made up an impromptu song with all his plans. He was going to sing loudly, but he encountered the black face of the devil and ran away. He was full of enthusiasm and had nowhere to vent. Whispering non-stop.
Pei Ji sat obediently by the side, silent from beginning to end, never speaking, and the chopsticks in front of him hardly moved.
Although this unsmiling little junior brother is not much different from usual, Ning Ning can see at a glance that he is in a bad mood.
Thinking about it too, Pei Ji's mother who was tortured to the point of madness has passed away for a long time, and now she finally sees her biological father whom she has never met, but she has to watch Xie Yu's emotional entanglement with the other two women.
What's more, it's such a bloody plot that is constantly cut and chaotic.
Xie Yu couldn't recognize him, let alone recall his mother. The existence of this pair of mother and son is so thin that in the complex grievances and grievances of Lord Mojun, even the minor supporting roles are not worth mentioning.
like it never existed.
The most leisurely is Meng Jue.
He was sitting not far from Xie Yu, leaning back on the back of the chair in his leisure time, and looked up at the backs of the three people who had gone away. He didn't know what to think, and Jun Xiu's eyebrows twitched slightly.
"Senior Brother Meng," Bai Ye, a familiar one, leaned beside him and asked, "What are you looking at? Could it be that you have already noticed something tricky in the illusion?"
Meng Jue's smile didn't change, her right hand with sharp bones was half buckled on the table, and her index finger tapped lightly: "Do you think... that Miss Zhou looks familiar?"
Ning Ning tried her best to recall the words, searched her whole head, but couldn't find a face that could overlap with Zhou Yimei from her memory.
Bai Ye was also puzzled, scratched his head blankly and said, "I shouldn't have seen it before - why, from Senior Brother Meng's point of view, who does she look like?"
This question has not been answered.
Meng Jue suppressed a rare smile, and followed Zhou Yimei's thin back, until the shadow was swallowed by the darkness and disappeared from sight. When he turned his head to look at Bai Ye again, the young man's lips curled into a gentle arc: "Perhaps I made a mistake, you don't need to care."
He couldn't tell who Zhou Yimei looked like, so the matter had to be put on hold.
Xie Yu arranged rooms for everyone in Zhou Mansion. Ning Ning was so tired that he just wanted to close his eyes and rest for the night. However, when he threw himself on the bed like a pie, he suddenly remembered what Pei Ji said during the day. .
- At that time, Bai Ye fell to the ground like a scorched corpse, and Pei Ji was silent for a while and told her: If you have a nightmare in the middle of the night and can't sleep, you can go to the bamboo forest next to Zhou Mansion to find him.
There he practiced swords.
In fact, Ning Ning felt that this was more like a joke that was accidentally mentioned.
After all, his tone at that time was as light as a feather, and he could not hear any ups and downs, and there was no sense of ritual similar to the agreement at all.
What's more, Pei Ji also spent most of his spiritual power in the last Demon Refinement Tower, so he should have a good rest in the room. In any case, tonight is not a good time to practice swords.
Ning Ning shivered from the cold wind and thought seriously:
Therefore, following his unintentional words and obediently going to the bamboo forest at night, there must be something wrong with his head.
But if you don't come, when you think of Pei Ji sitting in the corner with her eyelashes lowered—
It's almost like writing "I want to be comforted" on my face! Even if there is only a one in ten million chance, if he really stays alone in the woods practicing swords...
Always feel a little miserable.
Ning Ning hated herself for being too soft-hearted, she didn't have nightmares or boredom, she just came to the bamboo forest with heavy fatigue.
Due to the entanglement of monsters, Chongling Town was filled with dark and dark magic energy, which quietly overflowed in the dark night, like a half-hidden and half-exposed shadow.
A pale full moon hung alone on her head. Although this analogy was not appropriate, Ning Ning always felt that it was like a dead face with no expression, and it stopped directly on top of her head.
The bamboo forest is desolate and silent. The green bamboo leaves are like a clear spring swaying under the moon.
At first glance, there is a bit of a psychedelic feeling of being underwater. Everything is clear and unreal.
If Pei Ji wasn't here tonight, she would be embarrassed to death.
wrong.
Ning Ning started to think wildly as she walked. Anyway, no one knew that she went out in the middle of the night. What was the embarrassment of being alone? After a nap, it was over.
She walked forward step by step, without much hope in her heart. The bamboo leaves were swept away layer by layer, and the serene moonlight rippled to both sides.
Ning Ning's heart skipped a beat.
She felt that the corners of her mouth were involuntarily hooking upwards. In order not to appear too happy, she calmed down and tried to press the corners of her lips downward.
One step further, she saw Pei Ji's shadow.
He actually really had been practicing swordsmanship in the bamboo forest clearing.
It was already nighttime silently.
Bamboo shadows swirling, and the moonlight overflows like flowing water, outlining the slender and straight back of the young man. The sword qi was as cold as ice, and the moment she approached, it was like a wind and snow, and it rushed towards her face with the night wind.
The sword intent was originally quite sharp, but when the quiet bamboo wind hit her cheeks, it suddenly became extraordinarily gentle and gentle, like a sympathizer's fingertips gently brushing the snow-white side neck, causing an uncontrollable itch.
At the same time, Pei Ji turned around.
The remaining sword light poured down like rain, illuminating his face as clear as white jade, and illuminating a beam of cold light in the black pupils.
First class beautiful.
"Wow! It's Ningning!"
Cheng Ying jumped up and couldn't help smirking: "She actually came! It's not worth it for you to be half-dead from exhaustion, and you have to insist on practicing swords in the woods!"
Pei Ji responded coldly, "I didn't make a special trip to wait for her."
"Yes, yes, you didn't make a special trip to wait for her, you didn't get tired in the tower on the upper floor and just wanted to rest, and you didn't keep looking quietly towards the entrance of the bamboo forest."
Chengying shook her head and sighed yin and yang strangely: "It's obvious that you're already exhausted, and you have to spend your precious sleep time on practicing swords in the small bamboo forest. You really deserve to be a sword cultivator."
This sound is so annoying, Pei Ji doesn't want to pay attention to it.
The boy in black pursed the corners of his mouth subconsciously, quietly erased the small arc that was raised, and chose the most simple and dumb opening remarks: "Have you had a nightmare?"
"No!"
Ning Ning glared at him: "I can't sleep at night, so I came out for a walk - but you, are you still practicing swordsmanship so late?"
Pei Ji lowered her head to look at her, her eyes seemed to have a very light and very light smile, and it was impossible to check: "I can't sleep either."
Chengying: "Haha."
He didn't hear about Chengying, so he artificially blocked the voice completely, and then he was very familiar with the smile, and lowered his head to look for something in the storage bag.
Ning Ning was curious and looked at him with blinking eyes.
Pei Ji had just practiced swordsmanship, her black hair was soaked in sweat, scattered in a mess on her forehead and temples, which contrasted with her cold and white complexion. His face was illuminated by the cold and still moonlight, and his eyes were full of tears, which was too good-looking.
And his fingers are slender and slender, and he can see the protruding knuckles when he arches, and after a while, a round object appears in his hand.
It was like a snack or dessert, meticulously wrapped in white paper, and the wind blew in the long night, bringing the smell of peach blossoms.
Pei Ji moved her arms closer to her: "Here you are."
"what is this?"
Ning Ning took it unprepared and looked up at him quickly: "Can you open it now?"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Pei Ji held the sword even tighter.
But he still nodded expressionlessly.
Opening the layers of wrapping paper, the refreshing breath became more and more intense.
The shallow breath of the bamboo forest and the fragrance of peach blossoms blow on the face, and the moonlight illuminates the surprise that is meticulously packed in the innermost layer.
It was actually a flower cake.
There is no such food in the world of comprehension. When she discussed the recipe with He Zhizhou, she mentioned the possibility of selling flower cakes to get rich.
It's a pity that the two tried to do it a few times later, and they all ended in failure without exception.
She just mentioned it to Pei Ji casually and unintentionally.
"It might not taste right."
His voice was strained. "I don't know how to do it."
Yup.
She didn't tell Pei Ji anything, he didn't know anything about the raw materials, production methods and processes. The only thing I know is the simple "Shortbread wrapped in petals".
But Pei Ji just made it, and wrapped it in paper layer by layer seriously, and gave it to her seriously.
Ning Ning looked at him again in a daze.
Jianxiu in black, his eyes are cold, and the scene of the branches and leaves flying and the sword light is still in his heart, but even this kind of Pei Ji will stay in the kitchen and pick up the pots and pans, thinking about the petals and starch over and over again. cooking method.
... Does Pei Ji also wear an apron
No, ancient agents should have no aprons.
She was thinking wildly, bubbling uncontrollably in her head, and rubbed her cheek with her free left hand.
This is too foul.
Ning Ning didn't dare to look at him again, she held the peach blossom cake and lowered her head, opened her mouth and took a bite.
The meringue is soft, and the layers are broken between the lips and teeth. The crispy starch and the sweetness of the peach blossoms are intertwined, which is incredibly gentle.
is sweet.
So sweet, so sweet, she couldn't help but feel happy.
Pei Ji didn't say a word, and the moment she saw the girl take the first bite, she clenched the hilt of the sword, her knuckles faintly turning white.
Then Ning Ning grinned and raised his head, with an undisguised smile in his pupils: "Delicious!"
The whole heart relaxes.
His throat moved slightly, and he answered in a low voice, "Yeah."
In a cramped silence, Pei Ji heard her voice again: "By the way, you... Are you okay? After seeing Xie Yu."
Ning Ning asked carefully, but he never showed any expression related to sadness.
After a pause, he hesitated and said, "Didn't I tell you about my mother?"
Ning Ning raised her head abruptly and opened her eyes.
"That's not a big story."
Pei Ji's tone was very light, as if she was discussing the weather today, she curled her lips slightly when she mentioned the past, and her eyes were full of a sneer: "She was born in a big family, and once in a while, she saw an injustice on the road and saved the next one who was seriously injured and comatose. The young people, the two fell in love with each other and ate the forbidden fruit."
That young man should be Xie Yu.
Ning Ning didn't interrupt and listened quietly.
"It's a pity that person is not a good match, just to get close to her, so as to steal the magic of the family's practice. Wait for her to risk the world and steal the practice from the family's forbidden land-"
He paused slightly when he said this, and the self-deprecating meaning in his pupils was even stronger: "The demons invaded the city wantonly, in just one night, there is nothing left of family, wealth, and cultivation, and the only thing left is the stomach. The unborn wicked here."
Evil species.
Ning Ning's heart trembled, and she slowly frowned.
These are words that Pei Ji has never confided to others.
He has a strong personality and is terribly stubborn. He never bothers to show others his scars, but at this moment, he wants to let Ning Ning know for the first time.
Pei Ji couldn't tell what she was thinking.
His strength is insignificant, and he is powerless to the unscrupulous humiliation of the outside world. He can only grit his teeth and prevent himself from begging for mercy, and suffer day after day.
Over time, the young man gradually got used to living in contempt and rejection. Pain, punishment, life and death were on the line, without any assistance, and with his own strength, he was able to get through it with his teeth clenched.
- Pei Ji should have gotten used to it.
Ningning threw out the sugar bit by bit, he tasted the sweetness, and in the darkest corner of his heart, there was a voice madly clamoring for more.
He was really despicable enough to not be able to bridge the gap between the two of them, so he relied on drinking poison to quench his thirst, and in such a lowly and humble way, tried to make her look at him more.
I even find it ridiculous.
Pei Ji lowered her eyelashes and didn't look at her.
His voice was also very low: "Those things have nothing to do with me, you don't have to give sympathy."
After a short pause, the boy's voice became hoarse inexplicably: "...I'm not pitiful."
Xie Yu's love-hate entanglement with that woman was indeed very little related to him, but Pei Ji revealed so many secrets in full, and the only thing that was concealed was his own story.
For example, suffering from mother's hatred for Xie Yu, lingering in the dark cellar every day, covered with bruises and bruises;
For example, since my mother died of a serious illness, I was wandering around, and my forehead was broken by a street gangster because of a bun;
For example, he has inherited the strong demonic energy that belongs to the Demon Lord, and is regarded as an untouchable monster by others, and he has been humiliated and ignored.
The woman named him "Ji".
How can a mother take flesh and blood as such a name, it is clearly a curse that cannot be escaped for eternity, and from the moment of birth, he has endured endless hatred.
Sometimes Pei Ji will think, what exactly is he
Being resented by his biological mother and abandoned by his biological father, the world cannot find a place to stay. Except for the sword, everything in the world seems to have nothing to do with him.
He doesn't care about others, and no one cares about him.
These were things he didn't want Ning Ning to know.
Like a fish that is about to drown after leaving the water, he has been embarrassed to death in this life.
But even so, there will be the last bit of broken dignity that belongs to oneself that he wants to stick to.
only her.
Pei Ji didn't want to be looked down upon by Ning Ning.
There was silence in the bamboo forest for a moment.
He was afraid to hear a tone of comfort or pity, but a rustling sound came from his ears. It turned out that Ning Ning lowered his head and kicked the bamboo leaves piled up on the ground with his feet.
The faint noise scratched directly at Pei Ji's heart.
She spoke as if in a low voice, "I won't sympathize with you."
Pei Ji clenched the long sword in her hand and felt her heart beating wildly for some reason.
"Because you are very good. Excellent people don't need sympathy from others."
Ning Ning looked up and looked at him, and the clear voice rang out in the empty moonlight, with an inexplicable magic power: "We are so good at Pei Ji, we can cook, we can subdue demons, and we can do a lot better. Beautiful little toy, who else can be more powerful than you? It's too late for me to worship."
... How could she say such a thing in a normal tone.
The young man who has always been alone has never heard such straightforward words, and even if he knew that she was out of comfort, his ears were still at a loss.
"Also," Ning Ning said for a while, stopped his eyes on his face for a long time, and laughed to himself, "Pei Ji is very good-looking, much better than many, many people."
Moonlight makes all emotions have nowhere to hide.
A leaf fell slowly, and the young man's fair face was dyed a peach-like pink.
He suddenly thought for no reason, whether that peach cake was too sweet.
The moonlight shattered all over the ground, quietly intertwined with the boundless night, and stunned the thin smoke as cold as cold water.
Pei Ji held her breath and turned her head away from her gaze, but she didn't realize that she was just hiding her ears and stealing the bell, unable to avoid that line of sight.
Ning Ning saw his shyness, and felt quite novel for a while, as if it was a prank, and moved closer.
Her gaze moved down a little on his face.
Like a fiery flame.
Piansheng also had a laughing voice that sounded heartlessly, every word, and the ending sounded very badly.
"Brows, eyes, nose, mouth—"
Usually cold people are the most interesting when they are shy. Ning Ning laughed out loud, but suddenly, she met a pair of dark pupils.
- Pei Ji turned her eyes back and landed on her face without blinking.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes were full of moonlight, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Pupils glistened.
Ning Ning's smile froze at the corner of her mouth, she was the one who took the initiative to tease, but his heart was beating wildly when he saw him.
Ning Ning touched her nose, bowed her head for a second, and her voice was much lower than before: "...It's all pretty."