His sudden tenderness made Simeng a little surprised.
Purple eyes shone charmingly in the dim night, and she stared blankly at the man in green in front of her. His hair was blowing in the wind, and the faint fragrance of wood entered his nose. His heartbeat was speeding up, and his palms were already sweating.
Come.
He hurriedly covered his nose and coughed, trying to hide the embarrassment at the moment.
"Thank you..." After thanking him in a low voice, he lowered his head and brushed off the dust on his body.
But she didn't know that Yifeng was standing behind her in a daze at the moment, with a dejected expression and unspeakable anguish in her heart.
I don't know since when, he has always been a step behind. Whenever something happens to her, the person who protects her is Mu Zili.
For a moment, he heard something calling him like a dream, "Chongchong, why are you so stunned? Let's go!"
He looked up and saw that the woman in purple clothes was fluttering her sleeves and swaying in front of his eyes. Her brows and eyes were still the same cute and cute look as before, but the look in her eyes when she looked at him was completely different.
She seemed to have dreamed that he was looking at her stupidly, she was slightly startled, her long eyelashes were slightly lowered, covering up the flash of strange color in her purple eyes. When she raised her eyes to look at him again, her expression was as usual, but her red lips were light and her jaw was soft.
Speak again.
She could clearly see the deep affection in his eyes at this moment, no matter how stupid she was, but she was too embarrassed to face it. She came to this strange world by accident. Fortunately, he and Mu Ling took care of her all the way, so she could
Live freely and carefree.
At the moment, she just wants to have a good trip in this other world. Deep in her heart, she feels that one day she will leave here and return to her own world. In this way, it is best not to touch the words of love to her, so as not to
The parting time in the future will only increase the sadness.
Even though she liked Mu Zili in her heart and often behaved like a nymphomaniac to pester him, there was always a line deep in her heart that she did not dare to cross.
Yifeng looked down at her, but saw that she was uncharacteristically silent, her eyebrows lowered in thought.
The night is like water, and the cool breeze is gentle.
There seemed to be a vague sadness flowing slowly in the air. Mu Zili had always been sensitive and meticulous, and he could vaguely feel Yifeng's loss at the moment.
In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Mu Zili took the lead in breaking the silence.
"Let's go in and take a look first!" He said as he walked into the house, waving his sleeves and lighting an oil lamp in the corner. The originally dark room became a little brighter.
The room was very large, with a shrine in the center, and dozens of tablets standing on the dust-covered shrine. Looking around, apart from the tablets, there were still a few shabby chairs leaning in the corners.
Xi Meng followed Yifeng into the house with a dull expression. When he saw clearly the tablets on the shrine, he was inexplicably shocked and felt a chill on his back.
She couldn't help but glance back. Apart from the endless darkness outside the house, there was only a thick smell of decay in the air. She couldn't help but shudder and clasped her hands tightly around her chest.
Slowly walked up to Mu Ling, his eyes were a little panicked, he looked at Mu Zili suspiciously, and asked: "Mu Mu, is there a ghost here?"
Mu Zili chuckled softly when he heard this, and raised his sword eyebrows slightly, teasing her timidity, "I thought Meng'er was not afraid of anything, but it turned out that she was afraid of both the dark and ghosts. Looking at the furnishings in this room, it looked like a
The ancestral hall, coupled with the heavy fog outside, seems to have lingering ghosts. Meng'er should be careful and never leave Yifeng and I's sight."
As he said this, he glanced at Yifeng, who also nodded and told her with a serious face: "There is a lot of yin here. If Meng'er is afraid, it's better to find another place to live!"
Seeing the two of them talking to each other, what they said was quite true. Xi Meng's face froze, and he flicked his sleeves, pretending to be cool: "It's nonsense, there are no ghosts in this world, you guys should stop trying to scare me."
! It’s late at night, I’ll take a rest first, you can do what you want! Huh!”
The more she spoke, the softer her voice became. There were gods, demons, and monsters, so how could there be no ghosts? But even though she knew it was to comfort herself, she still forced herself to be happy and refused to lower her head to show weakness. There was an unnatural smile on her fair little face, and she slowly moved
He walked to the corner and sat on the floor with his back against the wall.
She had experienced too many things in the past few days and she was already exhausted. Being able to sleep peacefully now was the greatest comfort to her.
She leaned against the cold wall, feeling her eyelids heavy. She closed them slightly and fell into a deep sleep in an instant.
Seeing her sleeping peacefully, Yifeng and Mu Zili looked at each other and smiled, then they each found a place to lie down on the ground beside her.
In the middle of the night, everything was silent. The fog outside the house was getting heavier and heavier. The entire courtyard was hidden in the thick fog. Waves of damp and cool air slowly entered the house through the broken windows.
Shi Meng's eyebrows were furrowed, her eyes were slightly closed, her thick eyelashes were trembling slightly, her breathing was shallow and heavy, her hands were clenched into fists, the thin knuckles were slightly white, and she suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing into her neck.
She screamed "Ah! Ghost!"
The man stood up against the wall with a "chun" sound, his purple eyes full of fear, staring at the gray figure in front of him, trembling.
I saw that the gray figure was hugging Mu Zili's arm tightly at this time, shaking into a ball, and his breath was disordered.
Because her scream was so earth-shattering, Mu Zili and Yifeng had already woken up from their dreams and were looking up at the uninvited guest in front of them.
He was unkempt, wearing tattered dark gray coarse cloth clothes, with a big hole on his left shoulder, exposing his dark skin. He was trembling and clinging to the wood spirit's arm, his face was ashen, and he spoke in a dreamy tone.
Shouting: "Ah! Ghost! Where is the ghost?"
"Ghost! There is a ghost! Wood, Chongchong, where are you?" Shi Meng was frightened, her face was pale, and her thinking was confused. She held her head in her hands and did not dare to raise it.
"Who are you? Why did you harm Meng'er?" Seeing Shi Meng being frightened, Mu Zili was furious. He raised his sleeve and flicked it, and the gray shadow that was originally entangled with him fell heavily.