Hearing the word "senior sister", Shen Mochen seemed to have regained some sense, and the redness in his eyes also faded a bit.
He let go of Si Tong, his eyes still showed no anxiety, and the low air pressure around him made him breathless.
With a "pop!", he knocked the bowl of noodles on the table to the ground. The bowl broke into half, and the noodles were scattered all over the floor.
Why noodles, why noodles! Why did he eat that bowl of noodles back then?
If he didn't eat, he wouldn't be in a coma, he could prevent her from self-destructing, and she wouldn't be in a state of confusion...
Why does he want to eat...
Si Tong fell to the ground, her neck was burning with pain. Today she had experienced what a crazy criticism was.
She just made a bowl of noodles, and he went crazy as if he was stimulated. He must have a mental illness, wipe it!
She also worked as a maid for him. If she continued to work like this, she doubted whether she would be able to see the sun tomorrow.
Shen Mochen stared at the faces scattered on the floor, and then turned to look at Xie Wuxin for a long time. He shouted in a hoarse voice hiding his painful emotions: "Take your people and get out of here——!"
Xie Wuxin shook his head and sighed, then lifted Sitong up and walked outside. For hundreds of years, Shen Mochen, a lunatic, went crazy whenever he was stimulated.
I really don’t know when he will be able to escape from the prison in his heart.
After the two left, Shen Mochen's blood-colored eyes were filled with water. If he still couldn't find her, the world would be destroyed.
He didn't want to wake up from nightmares and experience despair every day, day after day, year after year.
He walked towards the bed like a zombie, but when he passed by the desk, he saw a bowl of noodles in the food box!
This bowl of noodles was actually made by Sitong for Xie Wuxin, and he made two bowls in total.
This time, Shen Mochen didn't knock his face to the ground again. Instead, he laughed crazily. He just smiled with tears already streaming down his face.
He looked at the noodles in the food box, his expression became more and more broken, and he murmured in a hoarse voice:
"Sister, why are you so cruel, why did you let me eat that bowl of noodles, why did you drug me!"
For a moment, her faint smile appeared in his mind again.
She said to him: Eat quickly, what are you doing in a daze? Also, don’t leave even one bite behind, and have a good sleep after eating.
His body was shaking and tears were streaming down his face.
"Sister, if you want me to eat noodles, I will eat...
Will you come back if I eat it? I will eat it now...can you come back...please..."
Shen Mochen picked up the chopsticks tremblingly, but dropped them to the ground several times, and then picked them up silently.
After repeating it several times, he finally picked up the noodles and took a bite.
With just one mouthful, he stood there as if turned to stone.
Same noodles, same taste, exactly the same...
Is there something wrong with his sense of taste? How could anyone make noodles that taste the same as hers?
He began to sense the aura of the demon clan's mark, and the results he obtained were still the same as before.
There was no marked aura, and it was definitely not her...
But the noodles actually taste the same...
——
After Xie Wuxin and Si Tong left, he handed her a bottle of ointment.
Then he explained apologetically: "It was my fault just now. I forgot to remind you not to make noodles for him."
Si Tong looked at Xie Wuxin in confusion, still feeling frightened at this moment, "Why can't you make noodles? Is there any taboo?"
Xie Wuxin sighed and said, "Before he blew himself up, his senior sister made him a bowl of noodles and added a sweat medicine in it."
"So much so that when he arrived it was already too late. He blamed himself for hundreds of years for not eating that bowl of noodles. This noodle has become a scar in his heart and cannot be touched."
Si Tong couldn't help but frown, no wonder... no wonder his reaction was so big...
Well, she didn't know and touched his scar. She just didn't care about what happened today.
"Does he have any other taboos? I won't know how I will die by then."
Now that she had made up her mind to get close to him, she would not give up easily. She did not want to stay in that shabby courtyard for the rest of her life.
Xie Wuxin thought for a while and explained: "There are no other taboos. It's just that he has a bad temper. Just coax him along."
"If you're not sure whether you can say something, don't say it. Misfortunes often come from your mouth."
Sitong nodded, "Okay, I will be there before noon tomorrow."
Xie Wuxin smiled, he admired this kind of woman who never gave up easily, and he was right.
——
The next day, Sitong came to the main hall at the same time.
After returning to the courtyard yesterday, Tan Yun helped her apply medicine, and her neck no longer hurts today.
Just now, Tan Yun cried and wanted to serve the big devil on her behalf, for fear that the big devil would snap her.
But she didn't die in that situation yesterday. As long as she doesn't make noodles today, he can't go crazy again.
Moreover, Xie Wuxin's words yesterday gave her a revelation.
She said that both she and the big devil's senior sister were extremely weak, and it was for this reason that the big devil didn't crush her to death.
Therefore, she specially asked Tan Yun to apply a thin layer of powder on her today. Now her face looks even worse than yesterday.
In this way, life should be saved.
Because He Xie Wuxin had been to the main hall yesterday and he had given instructions, no one stopped her on her way to the dormitory.
On the contrary, after recognizing her, one of the guards called her "Mrs. Lord."
This sound made her feel numb at that time.
This is not calling her, this is simply urging her to order. If the Lord's wife hears this call, she will definitely be doomed.