At sunset, the late mountain birds come alive, and the clouds are low today, and when the fiery red afterglow reflects the clouds of various shapes like golden brocade, it is so beautiful that even the birds linger. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Luoying looked at the flock of birds who couldn't wait to return home, and there was only a blank buzzing in her mind. She waited from noon to sunset, but she never waited for the master to appear.

"Huh. Luo Ying and the others were impatient, she sneered at the mist-shrouded mountains in the distance, and walked straight down the mountain without even looking at the crater behind her.

While Fu Weak was sitting at the gate of Grandma's house and waiting, Senior Sister Luoying was rushing back from the intersection angrily with a baggage bag. The night had already fallen, but the faint light still made Fu Liang see the face of the person in front of him like ashes, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart, but when Luo Ying walked up to him with no one in his eyes, he still put away this rare trace of pity, and greeted at a loss: "Senior sister, you are back!"

Luo Ying didn't say a word, just looked desperately into his eyes, and the tears that flashed with the flame of hatred made the weak shiver in the darkness.

"I'm sorry," Fu Weak lowered his head, his eyelashes flickered up and down as always, and when he was angry, sad, thoughtful, and guilty, he would always blink, as if he was born to blink, and it would not make people think superfluously at all. Luo Ying turned her face away, leaving no room to examine the truth and falsehood of his face, she only knew that the apology after the hurt would only make people more heartbroken.

Luo Ying closed her eyes quietly, slowly stretched out her right arm like grasping a bamboo pole to catch a cicada, and the moment her slender index finger pointed along the straight eaves of the wall to the intersection, tears were covered by her heavy eyelids.

"Let's go!" she wanted to say but didn't dare to say it, she knew that no matter what she said, her voice would be hoarse, she wanted to intimidate him with her silent aura, she didn't want to give a chance to someone who had completely disappointed her.

Fu Weak's eyes widened in surprise, he looked at Bai Luoying's slightly drooping desperate face, his complicated mood was indescribable, and the time that he had spent four years with Bai Luoying was like a wheel running in the market. He shook his lips deeply a few times, then lifted his steps and walked away in the direction Luo Ying was pointing.

The moment he turned around, Luo Ying's tears burst out of his eyes like a gushing geyser. She paced into the courtyard in despair, and after slamming the wooden door shut, she fell on her knees by the threshold. She grabbed her arm and bit her fist that had been clenched for some time, until specks of blood oozed between her teeth, and then she felt relieved.

It's like waking up and finding that my heart has been inexplicably hollowed out. The master was swallowed up by the geyser in order to save me, and Luoying's mind was filled with remorse and guilt all day long.

Yang Yunshu is her spiritual support and belief all along! In the eyes of Luoying and helping the weak, and even in the eyes of all the patients who were saved by him, he was a star-like existence that could not be desecrated.

Heaven is really joking, and if you are not careful, you will send people to hell, and you will never recover. Three days before she decided to leave, the villagers jointly held a slightly later funeral for Yang Yunshu. Luo Ying wanted to leave this sad place, but helplessly, as the only apprentice, she had to spend an extra three days and three nights to keep the spirit of her master.

Among the crowd of mourners, Luo Ying saw Jiang Lao's figure, but she was disheartened and decided not to be interested in any of the secrets here. It turns out that people's hearts will be so depressed when they lose their support! Luo Ying looked at the coffin containing the master's body in front of the candle-lit mourning hall and laughed at herself. She suddenly found that she was no longer guilty, but full of hatred, she hated that the master had gone away without saying a word, leaving her to endure endless pain in the world, and the anger of hatred filled her with strength, and even the pale candle burned in her eyes.

Jiangjiazhen, no one has water poison anymore, this is the master's wish before his death. The patients who had taken the medicine drank the water in question and had not shown any abnormalities since then, but those who had not been infected with water poison and had not taken the red flame bird still did not dare to use the water from the well and river in the town. Yang Yunshu's original plan was to take a two-pronged approach, but in that kind of urgent situation, he could only focus on the critically ill people. Today's Jiangjia Town, like a patient who treats the symptoms but not the root cause, Luo Ying helplessly thought, the master has done his best, benevolence and righteousness, and the villagers will be resigned to fate whether they are blessed or cursed from now on!

"It's strange, when did Bai Luoying also start to have such vulgar ideas as willing to obey God's arrangement? Isn't she already pretentious to the point where no one can match? Women are really fickle animals. Dakenseri stood on the roof of Grandma's house, looking at Bai Luoying, who was kneeling in front of Yang Yunshu's coffin, and mocked unscrupulously.

Fu Weak seemed to be a little unbearable, and he retorted with a sideways face: "If ridiculing others can give your fragile and narrow heart some comfort, then I advise you to change your career as soon as possible, it is much easier than you buying and selling souls." ”

Dakenseri pursed his lips, after all, Bai Luoying was his senior sister, and there was a subtle relationship between them created by human beings, and he really didn't know what to do if he fell into the well so explicitly.

He asked the weak beside him as if he was ignorant: "Obviously, Yang Yunshu died to save her, but this child is full of hatred for him in his heart, I really don't understand why." He shook his head, the black hat seemed to reveal the desire to learn, after all, there is no end to learning, no one is enlightened, Buddha is also, God is also, and demons are also.

The important reason why Gusuo trusts Dakenseri is that he is never arrogant and complacent, although he is a devil, but he is a devil with ideals, pursuits, and beliefs, and the future is still a little bright when he cooperates with such a person.

Gusuo smiled slightly, chewed his lower lip meaningfully, and thought for a long time before he said: "I have successfully completed the task you gave me, but if you want to make up for the accident that occurred, it should be regarded as a reward, okay?" Gusuo looked into Dakenser's cold, white eyes, which were clearly empty.

"Haha!" Daken saw through his thoughts at a glance, Gu Suo had been depressed recently, not because of the troubles that he had been driven away by his human sister, but because he still had a nostalgia for his dead master. His birth was only a small step on the chessboard, but his encounter with his master was born of a pure and beautiful fate, a benefactor who raised him, as Gusso has always emphasized to Dakenseri.

"So, what kind of compensation do you want?" Daken wasn't unsympathetic.

"I think that to make a deal with his soul, I want him to take the initiative to make a choice in his life, and not to be robbed of his precious life without resistance, after all, he deserves to live well. As he spoke, Guthor looked at Dakentheri again with starry eyes, the kind of eyes that had once made the magicians of fate disdainful now inhabited a mysterious and moving brilliance.