Ostentatious Zhao Yao Chapter 55:

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I was in the dungeon waiting for Ziyou to return. I thought it would not be long before he had a dream, but he waited for a whole day until the next night, Ziyou floated over.

When he arrived at my prison, he looked at me anxiously like yesterday, and said: "I just heard that Sister, you were detained in the dungeon. Why did you go to get the mirror at the money shop in the Great Yin Difu!" How are you?"

I looked at him in a daze.

Yesterday... Did he say the same thing?

I looked behind him, looked at Zhou's mother and son, and saw that they both looked silent.

"I'm fine." I answered Ziyou. Then, silently, he carefully examined him.

Ziyou breathed a sigh of relief, his expression was the same as yesterday, and he said: "I've asked you about it. The shopkeeper of the money shop seems to be a little angry, and he wants to shut you up for three days for another trial." /

"Hmm."

Faced with my a little slow reaction, he probably thought I was angry with him, so he scratched his head and said very embarrassed: "Sister, I didn’t want to help you that day, it’s really because of the yang Dan for me...I really can't help it." He paused and sighed.

"Let me tell you the truth. I have a little vague memory lately. Maybe the day is about to come. I want to pool the money to go to the Dayindifu Money Shop to see my past before I was alive. I want to know what I am What is my name, where I come from, what I have done before, who I have met... In this way, even if all the memories disappear in the next moment, I have no regrets." He looked at me purely in his eyes, " And I just saved enough money to see the past, so I..."

"I didn't blame you." I stopped him, but I didn't know what else to say, comfort? When he said these things so frankly, he didn't seem to need my comfort, so I just repeated, "I didn't blame you."

He needs money so much, but yesterday he promised to buy me a dream pill to help me dream.

The corners of my lips are pressed slightly, but I can no longer speak as easily as yesterday, asking him to help me buy things.

"There is nothing wrong with staying in this dungeon." I said, "It's quiet and comfortable. I want them to hold me for a few more days."

Hearing what I said, he just felt a little relieved. I urged him to go back to work in the shop. He finally turned around to leave, but he glanced at the chain in my hand, then turned back, and repeated his guesses that he told me yesterday, before finally wandering around. Leave.

After watching him float away, I haven't recovered for a while.

"Call... Miss Lu." The book called me timidly, "This is a normal thing, just like a person's birth, old age, sickness, and death. Don't be sad."

"Little scholar."

"Huh?" He was stunned for a while, then responded shyly, "Hey..."

"When the trial is over tomorrow, how about you lend me a sum of money?" I looked at my semi-transparent palm, "I want to know if I have forgotten the past."

Being a ghost is really a wonderful thing. Looking at the world in front of me, I never know the most complete appearance of the world in front of me. I have forgotten the past, but I never know that I have forgotten.

After being closed for three days, there was a thorough interrogation. Because the three ghosts of us did not commit any major incidents, they were released after the scholar helped me pay all the fees.

I led the scholar to the Money Shop of Dayin Difu, but Zhou did not stop him, and continued to float around in the ghost city, looking for the next daughter-in-law.

I had nothing to do and asked the scholar: "Do you want to ask a wife?"

The scholar scratched his head shyly again: "It doesn't matter if you ask for a wife. Every ghost needs a reason to let yourself continue to be nostalgic in this world. My mother wants me to ask for a wife, but I... I want my mother to get what she wants. There is no chance to fulfill her filial piety in this life, so she can only stay with her to fulfill her last wish. Because who knows the next life, there will be no chance to see you again."

Who knows the next life...Is there any chance to see you again...

I cast my eyes down and floated into the Great Yin Underworld Money Shop.

Under the guard of the kid in the shop, the scholar paid for me, and I got the small mirror.

There are lines of words written on the mirror, which are different from yesterday when I looked at the mirror outside the Great Yindifu Money Shop. The words in the mirror are densely packed, but they don’t need me to read them. They jumped into my mind one by one. , I drew a picture directly in my mind, and the pictures were slowly linked and turned into vivid memories.

I saw that I was born in that hometown full of miasma, my parents disappeared, my grandfather took me to grow up alone, and then Luo Mingxuan came, disrupted my life, and made me yearn for from this black press Go out in the ravine.

Finally one day, I left the ravine and arrived at Chenji Mountain. I met the clowns and saved him.

I read this paragraph carefully and slowly.

I saw that I was seriously injured at the time, and I took him all the way, and finally escaped into the ruined temple on Chenji Mountain. I kept the wound and also raised him. Every day I told him that I was going to find Luo Ming. Xuan, how do I want to be a good person in the future? What kind of school do I want to build.

I said that I want to benefit the people, to take in those who are homeless, to teach them to be good, so that the weak can not be disturbed by the chaotic world and no longer be left alone. When there is a famine in the world, I will give out food, and if the weather is good, I will let them cultivate more...

Mo Qing is only next to me, listening quietly with his face covered.

I remembered one thing, Mo Qing built this Wan Slaughter Gate now, wiped out the formation, split the corpse post, pushed the corpse stand, and returned the land to the people. Isn’t it what I didn’t do at the beginning What happened?

I have forgotten who once told me that now on the front mountain of Chenji Mountain, when spring comes, the wild spring flowers are brilliant and extremely beautiful...

Inexplicably, I was so touched that I couldn't bear it.

I watched myself in the memories silly and talked these nonsense things with little Mo Qing, and watched his eyes burning, looking at me softly and clearly. Then...

Then I didn’t notice him at that time, I just said to myself, and then after the injury was healed, I left him, went to Luo Mingxuan, and left him alone in the ruined temple. Above.

He secretly hid my words in his heart until now. After my death, he built the Wan Slaughter Gate into the beautiful look I had imagined at the beginning.

Thinking of the night when he stayed up so desperately to correct the paperwork for the Wan Slaughter Gate, I didn't understand his persistence, nor did I understand his desperation.

But I understand now, he was for me.

For the sake of me who is so stupid to be a good person.

That was my simplest wish at first, but when I gave up this wish because of reality for a long time, I inadvertently looked back and found that there was someone who helped me to do this thing.

After the thread of dream weaving in my hand was torn off, there was a person who had gone through all kinds of dangers and was covered with scars, but with the most rare persistence and gentleness in the world, he quietly knitted me into clothes...

And I didn't notice anything.

For a while, I felt a little bit angry about my sluggishness all the time, I ended up angry with myself, and even more angry with the clowns!

This little Meng Sao! Don't say anything to me if you hold back this kind of virtue!

And the memories in this mirror are still moving forward, passing through the process of my growing Wan Lianmen, past the place where I killed Luo Mingxuan, and finally came to that night, Wan Lun The night in front of the mountain...

In the past few nights, I have heard something from Sima Rong. I burned the house of Xiyuefeng, and tore the books in the library on Qianblade Cliff, so now the fire on Xiyuefeng is shining, countless The people were shouting and shouting and were fighting the fire, while the innocence hall was still entertaining guests, with silk and bamboo musical instruments, ding ding dong dong banging, noisy and lively, and very thrilling.

It's a beautiful night.

On this night, in the picture I remembered, I saw a black robe, a single shadow standing in front of the archway at the foot of the mountain.

He raised his head and looked up, but he was not looking at Xiyue Peak, nor at the Temple of Innocence, but at me on the ten steps.

I still have a bandage on my hand and a plaster on my neck. I just stand on top, holding a hip flask, and looking at him from a distance, my eyes blurred, and I am full of alcohol: "Hey." I called. He said, "Catch me."

Then I threw myself down.

Mo Qing's eyes widened suddenly, and he hurried forward, hugging me in mid-air. Then I hit him and rolled directly down the stairs. It was a little bit worse, and he threw him directly into the killing formation in front of the mountain gate.

Mo Qing glanced back, a little sweat came out on his forehead, and then looked forward, looking at me, who was lying on his chest, as if it were hot, touched me, and immediately put it down. Open: "The master..." He has a low voice, "You are drunk..."

"Shhh..." I pressed his lips with my index finger, "Don't make a noise, I just came to find someone to vent the fire..."

Listening to what I said at the time, I slapped my face with a slap in the face. Lu swagger, Lu swagger, look at what you said!

So direct! I don't know anything about fun!

Hey, it was still too tender back then.

At the right time, in the picture, I pressed Mo Qing under the body| and lay down on the stairs. His head seemed to be congested and flushed red. Even if there is a terrible black seal on his face, it can’t stop him. Live his red.

I grabbed his shirt, raised his head, opened my mouth, and bit his lip unceremoniously.

Mo Qing glanced at me and stretched out my hand to push me. I pushed his two hands to the ground and restrained him involuntarily: "Be good." I said, "Be obedient." I kissed him again. , Licking and biting sometimes on his lips...

I looked at myself at that time, and I felt my whole body hot, spreading my fingers, covering my face and yelling, Lu swagger, you are shameless, you are shameless!

Through the crevices of my fingers, I saw Mo Qing quickly transformed from being astonished, shocked, resisting, and struggling to forbearing, accepting, and responding. Then his eyes grew deeper and more dangerous... …

Ah!

You are not loyal clowns! You haven't resisted for long!

How can it be considered that I have strengthened you! Obviously it is you who love me, okay?

Give me a crime of violence, I don’t accept it!