"You are nothing more than that little thing, who doesn't know?" Jing Che sneered, his voice circling into a ball of soft satin, with needles hidden in the satin, and vicious sarcasm hitting people's hearts.
The force in his hand was still grasped just right, and he leaned over his face and carefully twisted out a copper residue from the flesh and blood.
A calm rhetorical question blocked his suspicion, and Baili Fengjian smiled at the empty darkness in front of him. Whenever he felt that there was something wrong with the red shirt, her reaction was flawless.
The shadow enveloped his handsome face, his usual calm expression, with a little bit of a clean and scrupulous vicissitudes of despair: "Yes, it's nothing but a little bit of a mess."
The remembrance in his tone was not concealed, and Jing Che just wiped the blood on his back calmly, with his slightly bent knuckles trembling slightly.
She knew that at this moment they were sharing the same memories, remembering the same broken thing - it was broken like a washed-out silk, and the drum was vulnerable in the wind.
What made Jingche feel incredible was that she always thought that Baili Fengjian’s life span of a hundred years was like an unbounded one, with only him and Yuxi there, and most of the remaining memories could not be found in it.
Stay, and the wind blew and leaked out.
But obviously, he remembered more than she thought.
She thought to herself, maybe A Che was still there back then, just hanging on the edge and shaking and dead. When he recalled her, he would have a sad prefix - the evil disciple who killed his newlywed wife, so he cared about it.
The indelible hatred will be remembered over time.
"Red clothes." His voice refracted from the stone wall, and his short two-word tone was lazy.
"Well?"
“Look at the ground.”
The movement of his hand stopped, and his eyes crossed his shoulder and threw them to the ground in front of him. I saw muddy footprints floating on the blue stone bricks, half, one, two... winding forward in turn.
With a "pop", the wind immediately broke out. A piece of bloody fine copper slag between the long fingertips of the green onion, sharply pierced the air and chased after it. It crossed the footprints but was unobstructed, drawing a complete and sharp arc, which was crisply bumped.
It stopped until the wall.
No one was walking around, and the footprints on the ground still emerged one by one at the original speed, as if there were invisible and tempting guidance. The footprints were already at the stone wall, but they turned a corner and climbed up the wall against the rules.
"Is there a road behind this wall..." Baili Fengjian put back his robe and stood up, just about to go over and find out what was going on.
"Wait!" Jing Che looked around and suddenly called him extremely seriously.
Baili Fengjian thought she had made some major discoveries, so he turned his head and looked at her seriously.
"Wen Wan is gone?"
Jingche was already inactive after just saying a few words, and even swallowed the ending sound. When she spoke, she suddenly realized that she had never seen Wen Wan after getting up, and Baili Fengma seemed to have said it too.
This fact... I was just too focused on fighting wits and courage with him, busy remembering her insignificant past, and even carelessly ignored the changes around me.
Hearing this, Baili Fengjian was slightly stunned and laughed silently - this woman who has always been fierce is a little cute when she is confused.
The corners of his mouth were moving, and Jing Che snatched him in anger and glared at him: "Shut up."
Baili Fengjian squinted his eyes, and there was a moment of loss of consciousness in his eyes. He bent close to him, and he leaned over the face with his hands, looked down at the unchanging mask of Yichen, his fingers stuck on her chin and moved with a little.
The child hesitated, then tried hard to pull her lips together and was forced to bulge.
This is a bit funny.
His hands were extremely strong, and Jing Che was so stunned that he forgot to struggle.
He looked for a while, a little cold appeared in his eyes, and then suddenly let go of his hand and said, "Ha, it's like a little bit more, I'm afraid it's the same."
Jing Che staggered back and took a step back, raising his hand hard to wipe his chin, as if something was dirty. She stood still, and a frivolous smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth: "See me-"
"Luckily it's a little bit short."
The words were a little ambiguous and provocative, but they came to an abrupt end and there was no subsequent words.
Baili Fengjian naturally knew what she meant. It is true that as she said, if it weren't a little bit worse, how could he fall into an inexplicable ambiguity with Hongyi?
Except for Ache, the women around the world are the same. But Baili Kazuma never delved deeply why he would play with this woman who was very similar to Ache.
The wind blows in deep Ningbo, and the ghosts linger on the corners of people's clothes, rising and falling without stopping.
"Pu Ta—" "Pu Ta—" In the silence, some liquid seeped down from the rock wall above the head, smashing between a pile of broken bronze mirror remains.
Both of them looked up and saw that the footprint had climbed to the top of their heads and began to deform. Half fell down, and half was surrounded by the edge where the bronze mirror was originally located, and they gathered into a circle.
It was like drawing a spell, and when the circle was closed, the ancient spell was activated, and the sand and stones around it began to fall down sparsely, indicating that something was about to happen.
But this time there was no unexpected landslide and the ground was broken. The sensation was short and tight, and only a storm of sand and dust was stirred up. After calming down, Baili Fengjian and Jingche leaned over to see a dark pit on the ground.
, the wreckage of the original bronze mirror and the tilted sand and soil of the rocks on the top were swallowed together.
"Go down and take a look." Baili Kaori said firmly.
"You don't have spiritual power, and you want to join in the fun?" Jing Che raised his eyes and asked provocatively.
In fact, she didn't want to go down and find out what was going on. She would rather go back the same way, find the living worm, and then go back to the ghost village.
"Red clothes, don't let go of any place that might be the exit." The tone was neither too slow nor too slow, and there was no need to say anything to make people refute it.
"Don't you give up?" Jing Che sneered, "and think about going out, and to stretch the line to get along with the people of the Ghost Village."
Baili Kaori turned his head and saw that she didn't say anything. He smiled gracefully on the corners of his lips and asked calmly: "You really can't continue?"
No matter how ridiculed, after all, the temptation of a way out is in front of you, Jing Che cannot give up: "I'll go down first. If there is nothing strange below, I'll come back to take you down."
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped down.
Baili Fengjian shook his head helplessly. This kind of life that has to be obedient to others' commands is really awkward.
The slight and agile sound of landing has passed for a long time, but there is no movement below.
Baili Fengjian became suspicious and leaned over to look down. The pit was dark, and there were scattered scattered lights folded up, which were also the slag of the bronze mirror.
"Red clothes?"
His low voice was heard, and several layers of echoed out in vain.