Ye Xiu's eyebrows tightened again, but this time he didn't say anything because of his inappropriate reason, and his cold expression looked a little helpless.
Jing Che looked at Ye Xiu's rather entangled expression for a while and suddenly laughed. She smiled arrogantly but not charmingly, but smiled, her voice inexplicably lowered, choking in her throat like a river that could not move: "Have your sister told you that there was a person in my past who looked and name like you?"
He stood there, his eyes slowed for a moment: "No."
Jing Che raised his head and smiled, spread his arms on the edge of the coffin, staring at the candlelight hanging from the arched dome at the top of the temple, which made the corners of her eyes feel wet: "He is the best person to me in this world... It's a pity, why didn't I fall in love with him?"
Yexiu looked up with her eyes, confirmed that there was nothing on the arch, and then slowly turned around, his face tensed as always, serious and rigid: "... Remember to lie back yourself."
After saying that, the man was about to leave. Jing Che got up and stopped him, and found that his strength was getting more and more abundant, and his voice was full of confidence: "Don't leave, talk to me."
Ye Xiu's face suddenly turned a little blue.
"If I were alone, I would not be sure to tell the gods how your sister peeked at me," Jing Che tilted his face and smiled innocently and charmingly, "And I'm going to die. You must treat the dying person kindly."
Ye Xiu turned around stiffly, and the corners of his mouth moved but he didn't say anything after all.
"Sit." Jing Che knew that he had compromised, so he sat down next to the coffin casually, and patted an open space beside him.
He also practiced the temple for most of his life. Every time he faced the statue, he would worship it respectfully. No matter what, he would never have thought that this woman would make such a polite request. However, it was strange that he could not be angry at the red clothes and could not show the majesty of the former village leader.
Jing Che smiled and looked at Ye Xiu, a little dazzled: "Even his personalities are exactly the same... It's really not interesting at all."
"If you have anything, say it quickly." Ye Xiu opened his eyes helplessly.
What did she want to say? Actually, Jing Che herself didn't know. Destiny might be so wonderful. She had a kind of dependence on Ye Xiu like her brother. Whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, she had countless thoughts that she could not tell her, especially when people were about to die, memories always came fiercely.
But when thousands of words came to his mouth, he was speechless. At this moment, Jing Che even felt that he might have lost the function of confiding. The cruel life of these eight years forced her to remain silent, forced her to be impeccable, forced her to live with countless layers of masks and human skins. Even if she was about to die now, the shell she carried was still heavy.
After dusting her robe and spreading her legs to stand up from the ground, Jing Che had probably not acted so unruly and unruly for a long time. Her identity always requires her to have both the elegance of a woman and the sharpness of a killer. But you must know that in the past, she only had the rampantness of a girl and the rebelliousness of a Baili Fengjianxue.
That's all the past.
She pulled the corners of her lips and smiled a little, patting her shoulders: "Let's go."
“Where to go?”
"When you first met me, didn't you ask me... did I have any last wish?" She blinked, "Help me fulfill my last wish."
Before Ye Xiu even agreed, Jing Che pulled his arm out. He even began to wonder whether he saw the calm and cruel red clothes a few days ago, who was possessed by someone after his death.
After Yexiu knew what she was going to do, he stood at the door of Baili Kaori's door and looked as if it was as pale as ever. After a long time, he said, "Red clothes, you are simply too rude."
Jing Che didn't care about Ye Xiu's evaluation, and even snapped his fingers provocatively, and the small casting technique blocked all the sounds in the room. Baili Fengjian lost his spiritual power at night, so he naturally could not detect Jing Che's moves. She walked into his room with a swagger and took his wine gourd from his bed.
But she walked away from his bedside a few steps and looked back again, stopping in place. He held his chest and leaned against the bedside. A few strands of hair on his forehead blocked his eyebrows that flew into his temples and fell to the bridge of his nose. His snoring sound was even and subtle, and his face was not clear in the extreme darkness, as if he was watching from a long distance.
In the past, she rarely saw his sleeping face, because too often the sound of her footsteps was still outside, and he had already heard it. He always greeted her in a sane way, and laughed and called out "A Che".
At this moment, I looked at this person with a feeling of nothing. The hatred in the past may not be as intense as it was at the beginning. After all, he... was so anxious to know her whereabouts, no matter what mentality it was. Moreover, this person, she once called her master so enthusiastically.
She turned around and wanted to leave, but the strength on her body seemed to gradually weaken after leaving the temple. Before she could even press down on her chest, she spitted it onto the ground with a loud breeze, and spread a black and red area at night.
Jing Che hurriedly cast spells to remove the blood stain, and someone helped her clean up the scene before her, and then asked her with a bad expression: "Can you leave someone else's house?"
She shook the wine gourd in her hand with smug confidence, walked to Ye Xiu as if nothing had happened, and said, "Do you know, I have tried to steal his gourd countless times before, hide it so that he can't find it, pouring all the wine inside makes him angry to death, but I have never succeeded. He is so precious that his gourd is always inseparable."
Jing Che was holding the wine gourd, and the delicate patterns on the wall of the gourd were groping in the palm of his palm. There seemed to be the residual heat of his body temperature on it, which might just be her illusion.
The two sat on the bluestone steps in front of the temple, and Yexiu's face was stiff and uncomfortable, but Jingche seemed to have changed completely, acting casually and talkatively. She put two bronze wine bottles taken out of the temple on the ground and filled them with wine, while saying, "Let's play a game and ask each other questions. If you answer, the questioner will drink one glass, but if you don't answer, the questioner will be fined two glasses."
"God said wine is a kind of greed, I..."
Jing Che did not care whether he wanted to or not, so he forced the wine glass into his hand. His eyes were shiny behind the mask: "I'll ask you first, how long have you lived."
Ye Xiu was stunned and said, "Two thousand years."
Jing Che was delivering the wine glass to his lips, but almost didn't spray a sip of wine: "The premise of our game is to say, truth, words."
"I will not lie before God." He looked cold.
"Okay, okay, what you said is true," Jing Che raised his head and drank a glass, but choked with a spicy mouthful. His face was red and he didn't forget to wave his hand, "Cough... it's your turn to ask."
Ye Xiu repeatedly groped through the feet of the bronze wine bottle with his fingertips, and finally raised his eyes, and his cold face was as serious as ever: "If you drink, the blood in your body will surge upwards. Are you okay now?"
Jing Che blinked slightly. She thought about the various questions that Ye Xiu might ask, but she didn't expect him to ask this question. It was clear that there was no wind, but she felt something whistling, making her eyes so hard that she was blowing.