"You don't look very old, but you're old-fashioned when you talk!"

Shui Yu'er was behind her, and where others couldn't see it, the hand she had just chopped down the palm knife was trembling slightly.

"Not old?" the long-haired man looked slightly stunned, and then laughed, "Are you complimenting me?"

"I'm scolding you!"

Shui Yu'er said angrily, and after saying this, she stopped cutting the long-haired man.

Turning around, she looked at the old man on the bed, pursed her lips and said, "This old man is really lucky, everyone is dying, and there are still two people who want to come out to protect him." ”

Don't look over, look at Shui Wende, she said in a self-deprecating tone: "One of them turned out to be rescued by me with great difficulty. ”

After a pause, she said to Shui Wende, "Let's go." Since you even moved out of my mother, who has been dead for I don't know how many years, I won't kill him today. I hope he can be worthy of your ingratitude, and don't die before tomorrow. ”

Shui Wende couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when he heard this, and he didn't know how to face his daughter's cold words, so he had to nod his head lightly and follow Shui Yu'er, who turned to leave.

The two walked to the door, and as soon as they opened the door, they saw a black hole with a muzzle pointed at them, and at the same time a cold shout sounded: "Stop!"

Zhao Yunxiao leaned against the wall with half of his body, struggled to hold the gun in his hand, looked at Shui Wende and Shui Yu'er vigilantly, and unconsciously glanced into the house, wondering if the old man was still alive.

"Hehe......" Shui Yu'er laughed, turned her head to look at Shui Wende, and said in a playful tone, "That old man, you won't let me kill it, so can I kill this woman?"

Shui Wende's face showed hesitation, and finally he sighed and said, "It's better to kill less." ”

Shui Yu'er had an expression that she had expected Shui Wende to say this, she shrugged her shoulders, suddenly raised her hand like lightning, pressed down the barrel of the gun raised by Zhao Yunxiao, and at the same time stepped forward by mistake, and appeared behind Zhao Yunxiao in an instant, a fluttering palm knife fell, hitting the back of Zhao Yunxiao's neck, her body trembled for a moment, she lost consciousness, and fell to the ground weakly.

"Don't worry, I'm not a murderer. ”

Shui Yu'er broke off Zhao Yunxia's fingers holding the handle of the gun, took down the gun, and removed the magazine with great skill, and then threw it forward, and the magazine rolled down the stairs.

She turned around and said to Shui Wende, who was touching her nose, she could see at a glance what Shui Wende wanted to do just now, he must have thought that she was going to kill this woman and was ready to stop it. Who would have thought that Shui Yu'er just wanted to knock Zhao Yunxiao out and snatch the gun, so he put away his hand in a daze and touched his nose to hide his embarrassment.

"It's tiring to kill people. ”

Shui Yu'er said lightly, "I have killed too many people in the past twenty-six years, and it is actually too late for you to ask me to kill less." But in order to make her mother live a better life at the bottom, it should be too late to start killing fewer people now. Even if it's too late, it can be regarded as asking for psychological comfort. ”

Looking at Shui Yu'er's tired pretty face for some reason, Shui Wende opened his mouth, and didn't know how to ask.

He wanted to know what Shui Yu'er had experienced over the years, and his impression of his daughter was still five years old, a little girl carved in pink.

During the years he spent in the Delirium Prison, he would also think from time to time that Yu'er should have grown into a big girl, right? When she was a child, she was a beautiful embryo, and when she grew up, she would definitely be chased by many boys! She should have been in love, right? I hope that bastard boy will be kind to her, don't make her sad, don't make her sad. Shui Wende even thought that if he took the initiative to come out of Yushan Prison one day, if he didn't come out of repentance and self-blame, then it must be for the happiness of his daughter.

Shui Wende never thought that when he reunited with Shui Yu'er, it would be such a scene at this moment.

"I know what you want to ask. ”

Shui Yu'er saw that Shui Wende looked like she wanted to say something, and said directly, "We have time in the future, and you will understand it slowly." With that, he walked straight downstairs, and Shui Wende hurriedly followed, thinking: In the future, he will almost forget, there are countless bright and beautiful tomorrows waiting for their father and daughter.

In this way, Shui Wende and Shui Yu'er left the Kuangjia Manor and also left Pingjiang, and since then, no one has seen the two of them in Pingjiang again.

After seeing Shui Wende and Shui Yu'er leave, the long-haired man retracted his gaze, looked at the sleeping face of the old man on the bed, suddenly kicked the foot of the bed, and said in his mouth: "The person is already gone, don't pretend." I know the situation, what is this pain, even if you pretend to be unconscious, you can pretend to be better, and you don't even roll your eyeballs under your eyelids. ”

Not long after the long-haired man's words, the old man slowly opened his eyes and sat up slowly, he looked at the long-haired man's face, a trace of emotion flashed in his cloudy eyes, and his mouth said, "Why do you want to help me?" referring to the long-haired man's blocking of Shui Yu'er's palm knife for him.

"Did I help you?"

The long-haired man asked rhetorically, paused, and continued: "I just don't want to see someone I couldn't kill back then, but now he dies at the hands of a yellow-haired girl with low strength." ”

"So......" the old man muttered, "you're here to kill me too?"

"It would have been. The long-haired man said honestly, "But after seeing you like this, I don't want to." I thought you would have the strength to fight, but who would have thought that you would really become an ordinary person. It's really not interesting to kill you now, is Su Xiuran still alive? I'll go and play with him. This old turtle ......"

"I don't know, maybe I'm still alive. The old man shook his head slightly, his facial muscles twitching imperceptibly. Although Shui Yu'er's slap was unloaded by the long-haired man, it still fractured the leg bone of his left leg, and he was enduring it with his iron willpower at this time.

"I haven't seen him in decades. The old man continued, "The middle-aged man you saw just now, you must have sensed it, he is the same as you, a demon. Twenty-six years ago, I had a fight with him, and although I won, I also fell ill, and my strength became weaker and weaker day by day. At that time, if Su Xiuran was willing to come out to help me, I guess I wouldn't have ended up like this, and you would get what you want today. ”

"Sounds like Su Xiuran's style. ”

The long-haired man nodded noncommittally, "It is said that you are as cunning as a fox, but what you are doing is a scheming, but Su Xiuran is different, this old turtle, you still called him a brother and sister back then, and now you have tasted the bitter fruit." ”

"How many years have passed, what's the point of talking about what happened back then?" said the owl's face was flat, "I'm a person who is about to enter the ground, and I've long been downcast." ”

Hearing his words, the long-haired man fell silent, looking at the face of the scumbag, wrinkles crisscrossing like ravines, just like the life of the smash, half of the smoke and half of the battlefield. He didn't know what he thought, but suddenly laughed, "You're really old, look at me—" Pointing to himself, "You should have heard what the little girl said just now." I'm still very young. At least on the outside. When he said this, he was still a little proud, like two old children who were less old than the other.

"What are you proud of?"

The other man glanced at him, "I'm a human, you're a demon, isn't it a matter of course that you live longer than me?" besides, at your age, in your demon clan, you shouldn't be an adult, right?

"Who do you call a little brat?"

The long-haired man's triumphant expression froze on his face, and his tone became unkind.

Frowning, he added, "If you talk about this life alone, I am naturally not yet an adult. However, you also know that the age of a reincarnated demon like me is not just about one lifetime. If you really want to count—"

"That's enough!" the owl interrupted him, yawning, "I'm too lazy to fight with you, I'm tired." Since you don't kill me, please go. I'm going to sleep. ”

"Still sleeping?" the long-haired man's brow furrowed closer, "It looks like you're really old." How long will you live, old fellow?"

"Why do you ask this?" the eyelids slowly closed.

"When the time comes, I will come to your funeral, and I have read a lot of Buddhist scriptures in the past forty years. The long-haired man clasped his hands together, and suddenly a sense of Zen arose, "Don't come unharmed, don't be harmed." ”

"Excuse me!" waved his hand angrily, meaning to send off the guest, "The pig's nose is filled with green onions, pretending." I don't know who you are, so don't come with me. Even if I die, I will die silently, and I won't let people like you look at me laughing. Of course, it is also possible that I will live forever, just like the 'emperor' and his old man. ”

"You won't. ”

The long-haired man smiled, "You know who I am, and I know who you are." Even if you die, you don't want others to see jokes, how can you be willing to send yourself into a machine and live in the world for a long time. ”

"That's not for sure. The old man said stiffly, "I feel good to live in a machine." At least you don't have to look at the faces of the cabinet guys. ”

"Really, don't you need to?" the long-haired man asked rhetorically, "You also spent a lot of time in the cabinet back then, and you should know better than me whether His Majesty the 'Emperor' still has full control of this vast empire. ”

“……”

The old man stopped talking, and after a while, he waved his hand angrily, "Go away, go away, I want to sleep!"

After speaking, he lifted the quilt and covered half of his face, like a child who was angry, saying that old children and old children, at this time the situation was at this stage.

The long-haired man shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said something as he walked out the door.

"Let's go, by the way, I'll help you close the door, do you want to dispose of those corpses around you?"

"No, I don't. The old man's muffled voice came from the bed.

"That's for the best. The long-haired man said, "Save me some effort." ”

The door was gently shut, and as the long-haired man left, the manor fell into a dead silence again.