The nights at the end of summer are humid.

The dead end is even more humid, and water can be wrung out of the air.

The sound of knowing the call, the buzzing of flies, and the clicking of reptiles are all difficult to rest.

Wrapped in a damp and sticky rotten mat, Ming Tian tossed and turned.

"Ahh

Like a shrimp that had been poked in the stomach, Ming Tian got up violently and broke out in a cold sweat.

Another nightmare.

I dreamed of that day again, and... I dreamed of Xiaorou.

Mingtian was afraid to sleep.

In the past seven days, I have only slept twice, and each time I was awakened by nightmares for no more than three hours.

The drunken head swelled because of the heavy drinking before going to bed, and Mingtian's consciousness was slightly clear, but instead of it, there was a severe headache caused by a hangover for seven consecutive days.

There are two good ways to get rid of this feeling.

One is to drink more hot water, which will naturally disappear after half an hour, but Mingtian chose the second method...

It's a little more alcohol and a return to a drunken state.

Through the ingredient summoning system, Ming Tian summoned another ten catties and eighty years of Qiantai, and poured three taels in one breath like drinking water.

Ah, yes, that's how it feels, only when I'm drunk, my heart feels better, but why...

Looking at the flask in his hand, his hand is trembling...

I've been drinking it for seven days, why do I drink so much, my heart still hurts... Why...

I... I can't even protect a girl...

The mania brought by grief made Ming Tian unable to bear the rage and slammed the flask against the wall.

The liquor was so good that I couldn't even get a little water stain on the moss-covered walls.

"Two [beep] gods, are you looking at me? You come out for me! Come out! Is that what you want me to go through? Is that what you want? Are you happy to see me in pain? Yes? Come out!! ”

It seems to be catharsis, Mingtian looks up to the sky and howls, but the response he gets is only a cry of knowing.

Sitting weakly against the wall, Ming Tian lifted another pot of wine on the side, and it was another booze, but...

The moment he looked up to drink, at the end of that sweeping line of sight, Ming Tian saw a figure with his back to him.

"Huh?"

It was difficult for the drunken eyes to focus effectively, and Ming Tian narrowed his eyes carefully, and finally saw the back clearly.

And at this moment, Ming Tian was stunned.

Bang dang...

The clay flask fell to the ground and shattered, and the wine spilled all over the ground.

The back was incomparably bright in the moonlight, the hazy halo shrouded the self-slender jade body, and the dark and beautiful black hair shimmered like a black waterfall, shining like a galaxy.

"Little... Xiao Rou? ”

Get up, fall, get up, fall.

The drunken Ming Tian had a hard time grasping the center of gravity, and he fell several times before he barely stood up, holding on to the wall and staggering towards his back.

But within a few steps, Xiao Rou's back turned half a head sideways, and she seemed to have spotted Ming Tian, and she seemed to be running to the side like she was avoiding Ming Tian.

"Xiao Rou... Wait a minute, don't go! Ahh ”

After hammering his weak legs a few times, Ming Tianqiang staggered to catch up with him.

When I walked to the entrance of the alley, I saw Xiaorou's back standing at the end of the corner of the street not far away.

"Don't... Don't leave! Ming Tian staggered, as if someone had pierced his eardrum, and it was difficult to maintain his balance, but he still insisted on running towards Xiaorou.

But it was still like that, and after running a few steps, Xiao Rou fled in another direction.

Several times in a row, Ming Tian felt like he was about to catch up, and in the end, he always found that he was still so far away from Xiaorou.

Is this a dream? Am I dreaming?

It doesn't matter, even if it's a dream.

Ming Tian followed this little soft's back without hesitation.

I turned left and right, I don't know how long I ran, and I don't know where I ran.

When Mingtian came back to his senses, he found that he had arrived at the back mountain, and what he saw in front of him were the two lonely graves where he buried Xiao Rou and Cui Huijing that day.

Xiao Rou's back was standing in front of the two graves, silently looking at the scribbled tombstones.

At this second, Mingtian's wine woke up most of the time.

Stunned, he walked towards the tomb mechanically, and this time, Xiaorou did not run again.

Is it Xiaorou's ghost?

Ming Tian felt a little ridiculous, the atheist himself would actually think of such a thing as a ghost, but anything could be done.

After witnessing so many supernatural things, even if it was really a ghost, Ming Tian would not have much feeling.

In fact, Ming Tian had always forgotten that there was still that bullshit Immortal Emperor in his body, and he didn't check the true face of that Xiao Rou.

"Xiaorou, what do you want to bring me here for? Is it to blame that I did not sacrifice to you and your father? ”

Looking at the two lonely tombs, Ming Tian's heart that had finally stabilized became sour again.

Especially on Xiao Rou's grave, the paper kite was pressed by a small stone and was not blown away by the wind, but it was already dilapidated under the seven days of feng shui and sun.

"Xiaorou, you can say something."

Walking to Xiaorou's side, Ming Tian pulled her.

However, "Xiao Rou" turned his head, and the moment his face was imprinted in his eyes, Ming Tian froze.

She... Xiao Rou... Not a ghost... No, she's not even Xiaorou, she's...

There were tears in his scarlet eyes, and he silently took off his wig, his long silver hair reflected the bright moon and stars, and his delicate body trembled faintly because he felt sorry for Mingtian.

She was...

"Husband, why did you become like this?"

Holding Ming Tian's dirty face, Xiao Xinzhu burst into tears, and he had already cried into a tearful person.

That's right, it's his wife, it's Xiao Xinzhu!

It turns out that she is not Xiao Rou, she is pretending to be Xiao Xinzhu!

"Xin... Xinzhu? Why are you in Dongyang-gun? Ming Tian's wine woke up all at once, and he was shocked and frightened at the moment.

I was surprised that Xiao Xinzhu was actually here, and I was afraid of... I fell in love with Cui Xinrou, which was already negative, and Ming Tian felt that he had no face to see her.

Xiao Xinzhu couldn't believe his eyes.

His husband actually fell into this kind of field in Dongyang County, with dirty clothes, a foul-smelling body, messy hair and a face full of scum, where can you see that this person is Mingtian?

"This ...... Is it Xiaorou's grave? There was no blame, although Xinzhu felt sorry for Mingtian, he didn't say anything, just looked back at the tombstone that looked so lonely in the moonlight.

Ming Tian lowered his head guiltily.

"Yes." The answer was just two short words.

Xinzhu looked at Xiaorou's tomb for a while, and then looked at Mingtian again, as if he was hesitating something, and finally...

Syllable!!!

The back mountain at night is so empty, and a crisp slap echoes in the mountains for a long time.

Ming Tian felt the hot pain on his face, and felt guilty.

"You are not worthy to be my husband, you are not my husband!"

"I'm sorry Xinzhu, I'm upset, I..."

"I didn't mean this !!"

Xinzhu's voice was rarely raised a few degrees, and her jade finger pointed horizontally at the tombstone: "Look at her tomb, you look at yourself, you... Are you worthy of her?!! ”

Ming Tian was stunned.

Although Xinzhu didn't say it, Mingtian knew that Xinzhu was against Mingtian's heart and didn't allow Mingtian to take a concubine, even if Zhaoyu was a concubine, she didn't blame herself for taking her.

"Since Xiaorou is dead, I won't pursue the relationship between you, but you did lose me, do you admit it?"

Xiao Xinzhu's voice was very serious, she had always been gentle and elegant, she would actually speak in this voice, and Ming Tian had seen it for the first time.

And Ming Tian didn't have the face to answer, so he could only nod.

Looking at Ming Tian's appearance, Xinzhu bit his lower lip and asked another question that went straight to the depths of his soul.

"So, if you don't say it, do you still want to let her down?"

"I..." This question made Ming Tian stunned.

This time it's not that I'm ashamed to answer, but that I can't answer.

Xinzhu took a step forward, and his tone became slightly soft: "Xianggong, although I don't know Xiaorou, let me ask you, how do you feel standing in front of Xiaorou's grave now?" If Xiaorou was still alive, how would it feel to see you like this? You look like this, if you let Xiao Rouquan know, how sad she will be, do you know? ”

"I..."

Xin Zhu's words deeply pierced Mingtian's soul.

The body trembled involuntarily, looking at Xiao Rou's grave, and then thinking back to An Luo, Ming Tian's nose was involuntarily sore, and his eyes were slightly moist.

I'm really sorry for Rou now, but I... But I really...

Looking at Ming Tian, Xiao Xinzhu gently cupped his face.

"Xianggong, are you really my Xianggong?"

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