beckoned, asked the table to be cleaned up, and tea was brewed, and then cautiously asked the girl:

"What should I call a girl?"

"Yukimi."

Si Ruan held the teacup and spat out the name of the body.

And when Xue Guzi heard the name, he was stunned.

The look of doubt became more and more serious.

"-The girl not only looks very similar to my junior sister, but also has the same name, if I don't know, the girl can't be my junior sister, I'm afraid she really has to recognize the wrong person."

That being said.

But Xue Guzi felt that this girl was really his junior sister.

After all, he did find the girl familiar.

But what's going on?

What has happened to his sister in the years since she disappeared?

How did it become so unpredictable?

And, looking at her demeanor, it doesn't seem to be fake, as if she really doesn't recognize him.

"Oh."

The girl who heard him say this blinked.

Xue Guzi, who didn't seem to care about this topic and wanted to say something, was silent.

Very eye-catching, no longer too entangled.

Otherwise, if you annoy people for a while, it's over.

Looking at Xue Guzi's 'retreating in the face of difficulties', he glanced at him and grinned.

"Wallgrass."

“……”

Xue Guzi, who drank tea, grinded his teeth.

Stared at him with a dark face.

"Accidents talk to people's faces, you can't learn it in your lifetime, right?"

"The old man doesn't need it!"

arrogantly and proudly, he raised his chin.

With a face of 'whatever Lao Tzu says, you just need to listen' like a demon king of the mixed world.

Let the corners of Xue Guzi's mouth twitch, and her mouth is faster than the sting of her head.

"yes, you don't need to, that's why the pretty girl-"

As soon as the word pretty girl came out, Xue Guzi's own expression changed suddenly.

A little apologetic and a little apprehensive.

"I'm sorry I-"

As a result, it was unexpected.

This man who, no matter when and where, hears the word pretty girl and is like a man possessed by a killing god.

At this time, he just had a cold face, threw off his sleeves and got up to leave.

Although his complexion was very bad, he seemed to be able to restrain himself.

His appearance made Xue Guzi very stunned.

"Clean, you-"

Stepping out of the door, Yijing stood with his back to him and the light of the sky.

After a long time, a deep and suppressed voice came into Xueguzi's ears calmly and restrainedly.

"You're right, Ah Qiao's death, I have to take full responsibility, if I get through the accident early and learn to look at people's faces and speak, I won't let her make compromises, more-"

The corners of his pale lips twitched.

There is still a clear and vivid appearance in front of me-

The smile was good-looking, and he comforted him softly, saying that it was okay.

But on the wedding night the next day, she was forced to wear a fiery wedding dress and hang herself.

Pretty girl, pretty girl-

A girl who is as delicate and beautiful as a gardenia, but as tough and unyielding as bamboo.

Because of his entanglement, he was harshly accused by the world of not abiding by women's morals, seducing high-ranking monks, and suffering from the world, but still holding on to the girl who held his hand tightly.

In the end, because of his 'unrepentant death', he fell into such a field.

Ichijing's eyes turned dark red.

More than one remorse, why can't he be 'sensible'?

If he is sensible, how much burden should his pretty girl be relieved?

will not burn the incense so early because of him.

The wedding dress, the fire, the night of swords and swords, like a nightmare, came at him all the time.

For many years.