The shopkeeper frowned and laughed dryly: "Meng Gongzi, do you really believe him?" ”

The young man in the green shirt nodded: "I have seen him, when he said those words, although he looked panicked, there was no alcohol smell on his body, and he did not look drunk." ”

"Hey, forget it, look at your appearance like an iron heart, I can't persuade you."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper waved his hand, got out of the way, and muttered: "But you can't get the money, how can you live in the hotel?" ”

Seeing that the young man on the opposite side was about to raise his feet and go up the stairs, he thought for a while, chased after him again, and said in a low voice: "Master Meng, the shopkeeper of my family, can keep an eye on your saber." ”

If you can't pay for the house, you will take the sword to pay, which is justified.

The shopkeeper remembered what the shopkeeper had said before, and felt two points of pity for the young man in front of him: "Didn't you say when you first came that the sword was a relic left to you by your mother......

Meng Yuanji, who was already standing on the steps, heard the word "relic", and turned his head to look down: "It's better to ...... You ask the shopkeeper for me, does he want the scabbard? ”

The shopkeeper was stunned.

He added: "It's a pity that I came out in a hurry and couldn't bring two more swords, otherwise if the shopkeeper likes it, I will sell it to him." When my mother was alive, she liked to search for weapons everywhere, what swords and knives, I don't know how many I bought back, and the treasury at home was ......."

The latter words, the shopkeeper didn't listen to a word in his head.

The relic of daring to love someone's house is really just an object left behind, and it is not that important at all.

He sneered: "The scabbard is right, Meng Gongzi?" When I go back to the shopkeeper, I will tell him. ”

A narrow, old wooden ladder with a strange creaking sound.

The young man in the green shirt looked happy and grabbed his hand: "Okay, good, you must tell him that the scabbard is made by the master and is very precious!" ”

"Yes, yes? The master did it. The shopkeeper silently withdrew his hand.

In a flash, the man was back in the upstairs room.

"If only the shopkeeper would buy the scabbard." After living for more than ten years, Sixth Young Master Meng was still worried about money for the first time. He walked to the window, put the copper plate he had picked up with the rest, and put it away carefully.

The passage of the ten directions has not been opened, and there are no monsters in the world, so everyone told him.

But before his grandfather died, he told him in person that there was a very high probability that there was a big monster sealed somewhere in Leizhou.

Touching the bandages on his hands, he looked out the window again.

The night flooded the East Market, but it failed to drown out the fragrance of flowers.

In the evening breeze, the aroma is flowing slowly.

Ah Miao took Qiuqiu and finally saw the flowers from Xiling. The color of fire is completely different from the cold snow field of Xiling. She bent down in front of the flowers and asked the owner of the stall if he would like to sell the pot to her.

She had never seen such a flower, not even in a booklet.

The surrounding area is bustling with people coming and going.

Qiuqiu opened her hand and protected Ah Miao.

In the far corner, dark.

Suddenly, there was a "click" and the sound of soft footsteps sounded. A young girl in a Luo robe, leaning against the wall, slowly walked out of the darkness.

The dark alley didn't fit her face.

In the faint moonlight, her face exuded a jade-like coldness.

The long black hair hung neatly behind her, and she opened her mouth and whispered, "Sister Jianyue." ”

The beautiful woman leaning against the wall casually turned her face sideways and glanced at her when she heard the words: "Did you ask, what is it like to love someone?" ”

The alley was so quiet that there was not a single sound of breathing.

The dark-haired girl shook her head.

Jianyue sighed and said, "I didn't say you, what do you think you can really ask?" Daddy indulges you and messes around with you, but do you think he likes your unpersuaded appearance? ”

"Xueluo, my good sister, forget it, don't toss anymore." She reached out and took the girl in the darkness, "Let's go back." ”

The night breeze blew across the girl's cold face.

The smell of blood permeated.

"Why?" Xue Luo, who tilted his head slightly, flashed a trace of unfamiliar helplessness in his eyes, "Why don't they tell me?" ”

Mitsuki poked her finger.

The broken ring finger brought violent pain, but the expression on Xue Luo's face did not change, only the frown frowned almost invisibly.

Jianyue took out the cotton cloth torn into narrow strips, wrapped it around her fingers little by little, and said, "What's the reason, you know that those loves are all things that have no reason." ”

Xue Luo was silent.

Of course, she knew that there was no reason for their love for her.

It's her talent, it's her curse, it's the power she's born with.

Eros is fierce and cruel.

All she had to do was give them a kiss.

But she still wanted to know why.

Why is their love for her different from their love for people? She had seen the eyes of those people when they looked at their admirers, calm but gentle, unlike those who looked at her, crazy, confused, but as if they had no sincerity.

Oh yes, sincerity, what is sincerity?

She retracted her hand, hung it at her side, and asked Jianyue, "Don't you want to know at all?" ”

On Jianyue's beautiful face, there was no hesitation: "I don't want to." ”

She grabbed Xueluo and dragged her towards the light. The trees on the banks of the river rattle in the wind. Jianyue lowered her voice as she walked: "This kind of thing, don't talk nonsense in front of your eldest brother and father." ”

Xue Luo lowered his head and followed her: "Big brother will be unhappy, but father will not be angry because of such words." ”

Jianyue suddenly stopped and sneered: "Don't you remember, when you were born, what did your father tell you?" ”

Shiro turned to his side and looked out at the river.

The floating lamps on top were like the stars that came into her eyes when she first saw the sky in the human world.

Her father sat on the platform with his back to her, and whispered to her, "Little Qi, one day, we will return to the ten directions together." ”

She walked over, followed his example, and sat down on the stone: "Ten directions...... What is it? ”

The voice fell, and there was a loud laugh behind him.

She turned her head to look and saw a room full of people.

Jianyue stood in the crowd, holding his face in both hands, and shouted with a smile: "Great! It's a girl! ”

Her father sat beside her and laughed, "Shifang, it's our home." ”

They live to go back to the Ten Directions. Other than that, nothing matters. What sincerity and why, is not something she should care about.

She knows.

But what's the use of knowing?

Xue Luo withdrew her gaze from the river lantern and looked at Jianyue: "I don't care about ten ...... at all" Before she finished speaking, she was covered by Jianyue.

The evening breeze swept across the river.

Tiny white flowers fell from the trees, like bursts of snow particles.

Jianyue dragged her and pressed her against the trunk: "Shut up!" ”

The dark-haired teenage girl with a wooden face did not struggle.

The crowd around them, no one looked at them more. It seems that such a scene does not arouse their interest, and it seems that no one has noticed that there is anyone under the tree.

Seeing the moon staring at Xue Luo's eyes.

The dark eyes seemed to reveal ruthless and unrighteous coldness.

"Xiao Qi, you can't do this anymore." Mitsuki let go of her.

More "snow" fell one after another, and Xue Luo had a white face and no words.

Pedestrians hurried past and hurried over again. The people in the world in this world, in her opinion, are all the same. What difference can I make when I go to Shifang? Those monsters, can they tell her the answer?

She turned her face to look at the trunk.

Seeing the moon is silent and breathable.

Suddenly, someone approached.

Dressed in green clothes, a young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, and another wearing a hood and holding a pot of flaming red flowers in her hand.

The girl in Tsing Yi said as she walked, "Miss, Miss! Give me the flowers, it's so heavy, I'll take it. ”

But her young lady held the flower firmly, but she refused to give it to her, so anxious that she swore an oath: "Miss, don't you know what kind of person Qiuqiu is?" If I really accidentally drop your flower, let me, let me never find a good man! ”

Seeing the moon laughed out loud.

Xue Luo, who was facing the bark, heard her laugh, and slowly turned her face back, frowning and looking forward.

The girl wearing the hat was also laughing: "Okay, you are a man, you are always a man, don't you want to get married?" Why don't I go back and send someone to find you a husband? ”

As if she was in a good mood, her voice sounded very excited.

Her steps also looked easy.

The maid named Qiuqiu followed her and blushed: "The marriage of the slave and maid, don't worry about Miss Lao, after all, you."