Chapter XI

led a horse, with a little unfamiliar equestrian skills, regardless of riding, just to never see this place again.

In the past, some people said that I was easy to support, and to put it in the extreme, I could be regarded as having no desires.

Actually, it's not me at all.

I don't like to dissect myself in front of people, like running naked without clothes, and everyone is judging and giving away their excess emotions.

But that's not what I want.

I'm not afraid of "running naked", it's a big deal to think of it as a performance art.

But I don't want to play the piano to the cow.

So choose one.

Eating alone, reading books, going to the supermarket; One person is sick, takes medicine, and one person goes for a follow-up. These things can be done by one person, so there is no difference between two people.

There are thousands of ways to live in the world, but I just chose the path with fewer people.

Kind people would say that I am a lonely person with high self-esteem.

And I know I'm an outlier.

All kinds of people pass by, beautiful, ugly, fat and thin.

But that's not right after all.

But I've figured out that there is no rule in this world that you have to live this life twice. Encounter is fate, and then accompany the soul to grow old; If you don't meet it, it's not a big deal.

Life is not easy, nine times out of ten.

And that's all I want.

In fact, I have found it, a slightly cold beach, lying down and watching the morning and twilight, and the clouds are rolling up.

And I lost even that sea.

At this time, until now. After a few twists and turns, many times when the sword went off the rails, every time my life hung by a thread, I was thinking—what do I want?

Obviously, this is not the time I should have come in.

So I disappeared from the desireless and wantless in their mouths, and I began to work on scheming, watching them turn black and white upside down without changing my face.

I'm not just an outlier now, they want to turn me into a madman now.

The madman who swallowed up the world.

"What about me? Where have I been? ”

Hold on to your hair hard and pull it to stop your madness.

"Don't pull it, if you push your arm harder, you'll be wasted!"

I've heard that voice before, in that ancestral hall.

The one who doesn't want to help.

But now I don't want to see anyone, whoever you are, let me go.

"This body is really unlucky, when I meet you, a person who doesn't know how to cherish, are you right, fake Zhou Xiaochuan?"

Fake Zhou Xiaochuan!

Turning around and looking at which demon it was, I knew that the master was not the master!

"Yo, isn't this Zhou Xiaochuan?"

Of course, this master recognizes it, although the bronze mirror in the general's mansion is not very clear, but I also know what this skin looks like.

And the person in front of him, not this ghost, is thin, his face is as pale as paper, his sleeves are empty, in this gloomy woods, he will stage a big drama for my master.

"This blue sky and white day, Lang Lang Qian, how can you drive Young Master Zhou, come here to see me?"

The master originally felt sorry for Zhou Xiaochuan himself, but this thing opened and closed his mouth, full of sarcasm, and the young master who listened to it wanted to cut him to relieve his hatred. However, he has become a dead ghost, which doesn't matter, the master can be ashamed of him.

I only complain that this dead ghost is not at the right time!

"Young Master Zhou, you are so angry, you can hang a three-foot ice cube when you take a step, do you want me to build a fire and let people roast it?"

"Yes, my life is cheap, I don't care about you, if I die, this afterlife will naturally not be bleak, are you right or not?"

It's better than you, a person who has lived here for nearly 20 years, and no one visits you when you are sick!

"You don't know, if you die, I'll take it!"

Zhou Xiaochuan (soul) looked at this person and really splashed his skin, and this mouth was especially disgusting.

"Really? Master, I don't understand the things of the underworld, but I also know that your ghost is now lingering, wandering the world for a long time, are you sure you can grab it? ”

Just his down-and-out ghost, he has been dead for a long time, if he has the ability, I'm afraid he would have robbed someone else's body earlier, why bother here.

"You! If I turn into a ghost, I'm going to lock you up! ”

Zhou Xiaochuan (ghost) was a little heavier by the green smoke beside this scoundrel. But unconsciously, the figure was a little lighter. Not only are the sleeves empty, but the waist is all down to nothingness.

"Really? People are so scared (goosebumps all over the place)," It's too numb, and my body can't stop shaking, "It turns out that your appearance is not a ghost?" ”

This knife went straight into the heart, and Zhou Xiaochuan (ghost) combat power was cleared.

Sample, master, I can't kill you! No, sir, I can't go crazy with you!

This week, Xiaochuan has a temperament, and there are only two people who know it best: his mother and Qingshan.

In the General's Mansion, there is no one more intimate with the young master than them, and it is not too easy to know what kind of virtue Zhou Xiaochuan is.

There are too many scruples, a little bit of temper blowing, the children of the family have the biggest face, the sky is falling, they are on top of the second goods, they have to take responsibility, and they are stupid people who are obsessed with the sky. How can such a person stand the scene of him being as depressed as a beggar now!

Look, look, get stuck.

These two goods can't tell whether they are good or bad, after all, they all have a black face. But he didn't say a word for a long time, and he stood beside him angrily, forehead, floating beside the tree.

I don't like a hot face against a cold buttocks, so I simply look around to find a place to stay.

In order to prevent him from thinking about the person chasing after him, although the master is not good at equestrianism, he also knows how to run towards no man's land. The sound of hunger and food did not deter them, so they rode their horses and bought some necessities of survival from the bazaar: medicine, fire folds, water bags, some tools and seasonings, thick fur blankets, and dry food to store.

But it also allows me not to ask for people or ghosts now. The cut on the shoulder is my stroke, there is still a severity, the wound looks terrible, but it is not serious, not distressed, if it is free to change, these are very cost-effective.

I found some firewood, boiled some hot water, found a knife and tore the hem of my underwear, cleaned the wound, took out the standing medicine from my arms, and applied it. It's ugly, but it's useful.

It took me a lot of time to do these things. And the ghost was still silent, looking at the young man with both eyes, fierce and tight.

"Hey, Young Master Zhou, if you don't move the place again, you will be in ashes during the day."

Seeing that it was noon, although it was winter, the sun was poisonous, and his ghostly small body really couldn't bear it.

"You!"

"What are you, the little master saved your life, can't you even say thank you, Young Master Zhou?"

No one answered, and after a puff of smoke, the dead ghost was gone.

"Yo he, the blue sky and the day are magical!"

"You scoundrel!"

Look, look, how good this upbringing is. No matter how angry I was, the scolding words were only those two sentences after all, but the source of this voice surprised me, it was actually a piece of jade.

It turned out that this item had been hidden in this piece of jade around my neck.