August 15, Mid-Autumn Festival. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the beginning of the day, the bustling streets are brightly lit. Both sides of Shengjing's four main roads were filled with enough red candles to burn all night. The lights should shine on the faces of passers-by, and they should be on the faces of people with smiles. With a certain hazy beauty. The man and woman on the street are holding lanterns in their hands, or a casual glance back, secretly emotional, or hand in hand with a smile and a smile. Under the soft light, something called love is quietly happening.

But there are still places where the light can't shine.

Murong Yao held the knife in his arms and stood quietly in the shadows. His dark eyes stared at the crowd, one person to be exact. It was an innocent-looking girl wearing a blue Luo skirt and smiling. I saw the girl holding a lotus lantern in her hand, and she was seriously discussing something with the girl in the goose yellow dress next to her. From time to time, a flush will appear on the face.

"Why don't you go shopping with her? You are clearly married. A faint voice suddenly appeared in Murong Yao's ears. Murong Yao subconsciously turned his head, and the knife in his arms was held in his hand, ready to draw the knife at any time. He frowned as he looked at the man who had quietly appeared beside him. The man in front of him...... He frowned.

Dressed in white clothes and white hair, like a celestial.

"You ......"

Lu Yue looked at Murong Yao, who was frowning and his eyes were full of wariness, and he couldn't help but chuckle. His smile instantly gave him the feeling that the heavens and the earth had lost color. "You don't have to look at me so guarded, I have no ill will towards you or her." Ryu Yue held the look in his eyes and waved his hand lightly, indicating that he had no malicious intent.

Murong Yao listened to the white-clothed and white-haired man beside him who could quietly appear beside him, he held the knife in front of his chest with both hands again, turned his head and continued to look at Xie Zhao in the crowd, as if he had relaxed his guard against the man beside him, but if there was any movement by Liuyue beside him, his hand would still draw the knife in an instant.

Lu Yue's gaze also followed the direction Murong Yao was looking. He spoke lightly, his voice warm but ethereal. It seems to be with a kind of loneliness after comprehending heaven and earth.

"People are happiest when they don't know anything. Once you know something, you will have the idea of changing your fate, but often because of that idea, you will go to the original destiny. ”

"What the hell are you going to say?" Murong Yao didn't think that the white-clothed and white-haired man beside him was just to talk to him about these mysterious things. Liuyue smiled, worthy of being a disciple taught by the Xie clan. Talking is always like this, straight to the point. He shook his head slightly, as if amused by what he had just said to Murong Yao.

As if he had laughed enough, he groaned for a moment, and then slowly spoke, with a faint vicissitudes in his voice. "You know what? I can see the fate of everyone in the world, yours, Xie Zhao, and even Yufei's...... But I couldn't see my fate clearly. ”

"Even if you see it, you can't see it. You're here to tell me this? I think fate is always in my own hands. Murong Yao's eyes were a mockery of fate, and his tone faintly showed that he didn't believe in something that could not be seen or touched. He had always believed only in himself and the knife in his hand, which was taught to him by the general, that is, his grandfather.

My life is up to me.

Ryugo looked down at his hand, the palm of his hand was opened and slowly clenched into a fist and slowly opened again, repeating several times. He spoke again, his voice the same as before, faintly with a slight ethereal, a slight sigh. "You and her are destined to be inseparable."

Murong Yao clenched the knife in his arms, and his lips were tightly pursed to show his mood after hearing Liuyue's words. After a moment of silence, he spoke. "My life is up to me, she will be my wife no matter what." After saying this, Murong Yao's eyes were filled with a deep guard. In the darkness that the light does not shine, it is unusually bright.

"Obsessed." There seemed to be some kind of sigh in Ryuyue's voice, and he looked up at the bright moon in the sky. There was indifference in his eyes. "You will be entangled in the third life, and there will be no afterlife after the third life. Do you have to hold her hand even then? After saying the last sentence, Lu Yue turned his head to look at Murong Yao, with an indifferent look of inquiry in his eyes, he was expecting Murong Yao's answer.

"I'm just an ordinary person, so naturally I can't see through it or break it."

The young man and the woman with the lantern walked by talking and laughing, and the light swept across Murong Yao's face, although it was only for a moment, but it was enough to see the resolute color on his face.

"yes, it's too lonely if you can break it." There was a sigh in Ryutsu's voice. His eyes were full of loneliness. That's the loneliness that broke through the three thousand worlds. But then his gaze stayed on Yu Fei's body in the distance, and the girl in the goose yellow dress held a rabbit lantern in her hand, and from time to time she smiled and said something to Xie Zhao beside her. But he could see that there was a black dragon hovering over the girl's head, which heralded the lord of the dead country.

This is his calamity. He has only been practicing for a hundred years, but he can comprehend the way of heaven, and he is guided by the mandate of heaven to change the dynasty, but the red line of his destiny is held in the hands of the future king of the dead country.

"Heavenly Dao......" Ryu Yue couldn't help but sigh, his voice was faint, with a sense of amazement.

Not far away, Yu Fei and Zhao seemed to be saying goodbye to each other and planning to go home.

Seeing the two people not far away turn around and leave in two directions, Ryuyue seemed to have a smile on his face, and there was a faint ridicule in his voice. "Obsessed young man, it seems that I should leave. Take your destiny to good hands, I look forward to it. After saying that, Ryuyue's white figure quickly disappeared in the night, as if he had never been there.

At the same time, Xie Zhao noticed the gaze staring at her, and met Murong Yao's eyes. Surprise flashed in his eyes, and then a big smile appeared on his face.

"Brother Murong." Xie Zhao called Murong Yao's name, and there was a faint hint of coquettishness in his voice. But in the blink of an eye, she had already come to Murong Yao's face. "Why are you here?" Looking up at the man who was much taller than her, there was a hint of doubt in his tone, but his face was slightly red. She didn't expect Murong Yao to be watching her in the dark.

"Take you home." Murong Yao's voice was flat, and if people who didn't know each other would definitely think that he was an indifferent and ruthless man. But Xie Zhao could clearly distinguish the feelings of the man in front of her from Murong Yao's voice and eyes. The man in front of her seemed to be in a heavy mood now, although she didn't understand why, but she wanted Brother Murong to feel the warm atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Gently tugging at the corner of the man's clothes, Xie Zhao spoke.

"Brother Murong, if you lower your body, I have something to whisper to you."

Hanging the knife in his hand around his waist, Murong Yao leaned down. The warm breath sprayed in her ears, and the girl's voice was playful. "What I'm going to whisper is ......," the voice stopped abruptly. A kiss landed softly on his cheek. Although it was very light, it was only a momentary touch, but it made Murong Yao's body and mind tremble.

He didn't believe in fate, but why was he still shaken by the words of the white-clothed and white-haired man, whether he was questioning everything he had obtained now, and felt that it was too illusory and unreal.

"Brother Murong?" Xie Zhao lightly dropped a kiss on Murong Yao's cheek and looked at Murong Yao who was a little distracted. Brother Murong, what's wrong, isn't it like what Yufei said Brother Murong doesn't like? As soon as such doubts emerged from his mind, Xie Zhao fell into a warm embrace.

Stretched out his hand and hugged Xie Zhao in front of him tightly, feeling the body temperature when his body hugged each other. There is also a faint body fragrance that belongs to the girl. All this is true, and there is no fake.

"I will always be by your side and be with you." Murong Yao muttered, the girl in his arms always gave him a reason to settle down when he felt lost in his heart.

Feeling Murong Yao hugging him tightly, Xie Zhao slowly stretched out his hand and hugged Murong Yao's waist. "I also want to be with Brother Murong all the time, Xiao Zhao likes Brother Murong the most." Xie Zhao's words made Murong Yao's breathing around her suddenly worsen. If it weren't for the fact that this was on the street, Murong Yao would even want to kiss the lips of the girl in her arms. But he couldn't do that, whether it was because it was a brightly lit street, or because the girl in his arms was still a little young after all. He's going to have to wait. Wait for the girl in her arms to grow up.

Reluctantly let go of Xie Zhao in his arms, Murong Yao had already adjusted the emotion in his eyes. But his voice was still a little hoarse. "Xiao Zhao, go home."

"Hmm." Xie Zhao nodded. Stretched out his hand and took Murong Yao's hand. The man's hands were rough and had a thin callus on them, which was left by years of holding a knife.

Ten fingers interlocked. Just like any normal couple of lovers on the street. The two of them strolled down the brightly lit streets, surrounded by countless lovers who were just like them but not the same.

Although Murong Yao's hands looked clean, they were stained with blood. And Xie Zhao will be covered in blood like him sooner or later, but if he can, he would rather her hands never be stained. It's just to be an innocent girl, although such an idea is just a luxury.

After walking silently for a long time, they had left the noisy street, and although the lights were still bright, there were few pedestrians. Xie Zhao turned his head to look at Murong Yao beside him. I couldn't help but ask the cold-looking man next to him. "Brother Murong, when will we get married? I really want to marry Brother Murong soon. ”

Murong Yao's eyes looked into the distance, and he clearly remembered the wedding date that Xie Zhengyun said. He spoke slowly. "When you're sixteen."

Xie Zhao puffed up the cheeks that had not yet faded the baby fat, and his amber eyes were gloomy. Although she always said that she would soon be sixteen, it was still more than three years before that time. There's still a long time left, and I really want to grow up soon.

Although she still doesn't know what it means to get married, if she can always be with Brother Murong after getting married, so that Brother Murong can rest assured, she wants to marry the man next to her as soon as possible. Just like when he went all the way to Mobei in Murong Yao's arms when he was a child, he would always silently comfort her at a loss and helplessness for Mobei.

Now she also wants to do that to Murong Yao.