Bai Ye snatched the other glove from Joey's hand, put it back in place, and quickly covered the gift box.

Chen Xiaolazy was stunned, as if he had captured some clue in his mind, and blurted out, "It's for Yili?" ”

"It's not!" Bai Ye raised his voice to interrupt her, he turned his head away from them, "Qingwang asked me to give me a cherished woman in the future, not for her." ”

Joy Li narrowed her eyes and said lightly, "That's it." ”

She pulled Chen Xiaolazy and turned around and left.

Behind him, Bai Ye's lips moved, but he still didn't say a word.

Damn it, damn it-

Memoirs: The first meeting of the fox and the cat

Ting Sheng was the first person Meng Jue saw since he could remember.

It was a bleak winter day.

The remnant sun was like blood, and the blood flowed like a river under Gulan Mountain, and he was sitting on a high mound of earth and playing the flute.

The sound of the flute is clear and desolate, obsessed and haunted, and when you listen carefully, it is like a drama saying goodbye, singing tactfully and sadly:

"The original intention of the capital has never been disappointed, so it is difficult for people to go together. Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the world to the morning and twilight.

The original intention of the capital has never been negative, and what is the original intention? Three thousand nights I sing alone, this thousands of red dust no one and no one. ”

Xie Jun once shared the frost and snow, and finally played the flute to say goodbye to you.

The young man under the blood-colored sun, dressed in white and dyed with blood, his black hair floated in the wind, and his side face was as beautiful as a woman.

He didn't know what was going on, he rubbed his eyes and stared blankly, until he looked down and saw the blood red of his hands, and then he lost color in an instant.

He stood up in a panic, only to notice that there was softness under his feet.

-- He was trampling on a pile of dead men, with congealed blood spilled all over the ground, severed limbs, a hideous and terrible human face, and blades like scrap metal, which were lifeless and slanted into the earth.

He staggered and stumbled, and when he saw the palm that was still dripping blood, he couldn't think of anything in his head.

"Hey, kid!" The sound of the flute stopped at some point, and this low, beautiful sound became the only straw he could hold.

Meng Jue looked up at the past in a daze, two lines of tears fell from his face, and the taste of blood flowed into his mouth.

"Why are you crying, hey, don't cry." In the blink of an eye, a handsome man covered in blood came to him, hurriedly wiping his tears, and his eyes were overwhelmed.

He pounced on him, he was the first person he had ever met, the only thing he could rely on in this hellish scene.

"What's your name?" The man's hand touched his dirty short hair, and his five fingers were slender, reassuring and comfortable.

He sniffled and muffled, "I don't know." ”

His mind was empty, and he had no memories of the past.

I seemed to hear a man sigh softly, "It's better if you forget." Your surname is Meng, so let's call Meng Jue. ”

It took another moment for him to stop his tears.

When he raised his face to look at him again, he noticed that the man was very young, with a youthful appearance, his eyes were rare purple, flashing with a shimmer, and the corners of his mouth were shallow two pear swirls.

He said, "From this day on, you will be my man, and you will be my companion from now on." ”

His voice was gentle, but there was no doubt about the absoluteness in his words.

Meng Jue nodded blankly, reaching out and grabbing his white clothes.

The man led him to the depths of Gulan Mountain, and the beasts behind him who were lured out of their burrows by the smell of blood were ready to move. Snow drifted down from the sky, like a flock of white butterflies, through the desolate and empty woods, silently falling on them.

"How did they die?" The snow fell on his face one by one, melting in an instant, and it was cold to his heart, and his clothes were thin, and he couldn't help but get closer to the man.

The blood-stained palm shook in front of his eyes, and Meng Jue couldn't help but put his hand on his clothes and kept wiping it.

The hand was slimy, and the sticky touch eroded from the palm to the arm.

"They take the blame for themselves, and they don't want to get what doesn't belong to them." The man's voice was cold, and he gently put his hand on his shoulder, so that his whole body was attached to him, "You just need to know that it has nothing to do with you." ”

Meng Jue felt the body temperature coming from him, the nausea in his hands dissipated a lot, and he asked in a low voice, "Did you kill them?" ”

Was it to save him?

The man's footsteps were abrupt before he replied lightly, "Yes." ”

For a time, the mountains and forests were as silent as death.

Meng Jue listened to his beating heart, and suddenly became a little sleepy, his eyelids fell, and he clutched the corner of the man's clothes, for fear that he would disappear as soon as he closed his eyes.

I don't know when the snow became heavier and heavier, fluttering, and falling all over the Gulan Mountain.

Ting Sheng crossed the Purple Bamboo Forest, walked through the Hundred Turns and Thousand Rounds Array designed by Elder Fu, and when he arrived at Gulan Mountain Villa, the snow had already fallen all over his shoulders, and the melting snow wet his black hair.

Meng Jue fell asleep halfway, but his hand tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, and in desperation, he directly took a knife and cut off the piece of his clothes that he was holding tightly, and then bent down and hugged him into his arms.

The child looked like a cat when he was asleep, and he breathed very lightly.

"Young farmer, is he?"

After entering the house, he put a stove on his lap to keep warm, and the middle-aged woman in plain clothes who was embroidering in his hand asked in surprise when she saw the red-haired boy in his arms.

"Picked up from the mountain." Ting Sheng smiled, he gently put Meng Jue on the thick and fluffy blanket on one side, and took off the damp coat on his body casually, "Aunt Qiu, you call a few clever girls to come over and take care of him, after all, he will follow me in the future." ”

Aunt Qiu was stunned for a moment, "There are so many people in the village who are looking forward to following you, how could you choose him." This kid is too young, I'm afraid it will drag you down in the future! ”

Each generation of Gulan Villa has to choose a soul servant after the coming-of-age ceremony, and the soul servant will never abandon him for the rest of his life, and the soul servant will fight to protect his master until he dies.

After Ting Sheng passed the coming-of-age ceremony, he didn't accept his fate for a long time, why did he only go out for a few days, and then found a strange child, Aunt Qiu frowned, and was worried.

"Don't worry, I've got my own measure." Ting Sheng looked at the red-haired boy who was asleep and said softly.

Then, he turned around and walked out.

Outside, the snow was falling, and it seemed that all the hidden secrets were going to be hidden.

Yes, who would have thought that a boy who was only seven years old would end the lives of so many people with a single raise of his hand, like a demon possessing him.

If you forget, it's fine.

The pure white and flawless snow swirled and flew, and the beautiful smiling face that he never forgot suddenly appeared in front of him.

It won't snow in the desert, Xue Yan, are you okay there?

Tingsheng's heart throbbed faintly, and he silently leaned against the wall and stretched out his hand to catch the flying snow.

It's just a blink of an eye, and it's gone.

(To be continued, next chapter they x tanuki)

(Note: The lyrics in the article are from Shao Si Ming and Critty's "Dawn and Twilight in the World")