She didn't know how long it took, but she woke up to a bloody and horrible scene, jumping off such a high cliff, he shoved the only thing that could shelter himself in her clothes.

If he hadn't been so impulsive, he wouldn't have been able to leave a whole corpse behind.

And his wreckage, slowly clustering and moving in one place, flesh and blood blurred, but also gradually healing, the pink plasma that fell out, also stained with mixed dirt surging in one place.

Although she knew that he was immortal, the wound would heal slowly and automatically, and this scene was the first time she had seen it.

She sat on her knees, waiting for his flesh to coalesce again.

This is a day.

Just taking time to heal, he wasted a lot of strength, plus he smashed his brain into shape, and the face was not out of shape.

I don't know where Yao Er, who cursed him, is sacred, and he can actually have this ability.

He can't die, but he doesn't live very well.

The monk sat up slowly, holding his breath and waiting for the gap above his head to close, before spitting out a mouthful of mud from his mouth.

He looked around: "It looks like something is wrong with the place I fell this time."

"Why do you think that? Even if you die, do you want to die where you like? The crispy crucian carp sat not far away and asked with some interest.

"There are so many plants here, and sometimes the flesh gets plant seeds or small insects, which makes my body very uncomfortable." The monk master frowned, and then pulled out a worm from his ear: "Look, this guy is about to build a nest in my ear."

"Poof-" The crispy crucian carp was amused by his aggrieved look and tone.

"I'm not lying to you." "The first time I fell in the canyon, I accidentally wrapped the centipede in my stomach and it got out of my stomach with a hole in my stomach."

He frowned even deeper, thinking that the stimulation given to him at that time was not small.

"Do you think there's anything wrong right now?" The crucian carp stood up and walked over to the naked monk master and stroked his back, the scars caused by each of his deaths would not disappear, so his body now looked like a tattered cloth.

She touched his intertwined scars, and saw the scars again, from the top of his head to his mouth, the horrible scar was still red, making his cheeks, which had been slightly Sven before, a little more ferocious.

"There are a lot of things that are wrong." He rubbed his neck and said, "Can you help me see if I have a small bulge on my neck?"

The crispy crucian carp stroked as he commanded, and did touch a small bulge, like a pebble.

"Looks like a seed has gone in." He muttered, "That's kind of bad, I don't know what kind of seed it will be."

"What's the seed of your worst time?" The crispy crucian carp asked with some interest.

"Probably the seeds of a pine tree." The monk gestured to his shoulder: "Then in less than three days, a tree grew on my body."

His expressionless face made the crispy crucian carp laugh again.

"Really? A tree?? ”

"Of course it's true. I thought it was interesting and let it grow. There was also a hint of a smile in the eyes of the monk master: "I walked less than a few steps with the tree in my hand, and I was caught, and they said that I was a demon and that I was a Zhurong remnant, but the patrol team found that I was just an ordinary human being, so they cut down my tree and released me."

The crispy crucian carp was overjoyed, imagining that he had a tree on him, and said with a smile: "I really want to see it, but I'm sorry I can't see it."

"You can see it this time." The Master of Ceremonies grabbed her hand and said.

The crispy crucian carp was stunned.

"Stay with me." The monk lord looked into her eyes, and there was a longing light in the eyes of a person who had never been able to live for her, and he pulled her tightly to prevent her from leaving: "If you leave, everything I have done will be meaningless."

"But I'm not her." The crispy crucian carp said softly.

The monk master was silent for a long time, his hand still did not let go, he laughed lowly: "Of course you are not her, I can't die because I carry her resentment, but how do I atone for my sins, and against whom do I atone for my sins?" So I want you to stay and let me atone for your sins! ”

"Let me die!"

He said with a choked voice at the end, his hand clenched tightly as if she was the straw that saved his life, and the crispy crucian carp was silent for a long time, looking at the already scarred man, she showed a wry smile.

"I see."

She looked at the eyes of the monk master who had regained their light, but her heart was full of pain, she knew what she had given up, it was she as an independent thinking individual, after she promised him, she would hide her true self and live as Yao'er.

In order to weave him a lie that would make it easier for him.

He told all the stories to himself without omission, in order to let her know the cause and effect, and know what kind of person she should play in the future.

It really became Yao Er as the monk master expected.

She carefully sorted out and learned Yao'er's every move, learned her smile, learned her simple and fearless appearance, and learned how she hid her true heart behind her back.

The crucian carp has even forgotten what kind of person she is, although she has no human form, she has always been keen to pretend to be other humans and animals, but once she is named someone, it is a bondage, and she can no longer enjoy the pleasure of change.

The monk's favorite thing to do is to make a medicine for her to maintain her human form, he spared no effort to study for so long, there is a breakthrough, watching the crispy crucian carp change day by day for a longer time, so that he is extremely happy.

But crispy

What the crucian carp didn't tell him was that his change in medication also had side effects.

After the crucian carp changed into a human form, it walked with pain like the tip of a knife.

The air, the temperature, the dryness, all the things that destroyed her life.

But she endured it all, even though she knew what would await her in the end.

The monk lord was very kind to her, several times better than the ignorance when he bought her back before, she could see what the monk lord looked at her with in his eyes, it was a thick love that made her seem to suffocate, and he wanted to bind her to his side day and night.

It's like treating Yao'er like she did after she lost her memory.

But unlike the previous ones, the ceremonial monk began to get drunk.

He seemed to be paralyzing his nerves and erasing the memory of bringing her out with his own hands, he didn't want to think of her true body, and he didn't want to accept that what he was doing was to weave a sweet dream for himself.

Sometimes he would come back with the wine and force her to dance, she had never learned to dance, she could only follow his command, dancing with difficulty, the monk drank wine under the tree, frowned from time to time, got up with difficulty, dragged her over, pulled her water sleeve, she staggered down the grass, knocked over his wine jug, and splashed the wine.

The master of ceremonies staggered to the position in front of her and shouted at her, "You see clearly, you want to jump like this!" That's how it jumps! ”

He danced clumsily, threw the cloud-like neon dress to the sky, and fell softly, he was like Yao Er leaning over, step by step doing the action of discord identity, that was the dancing Yao Er in his heart, dancing on the tip of his heart, but he never refused to fall, he would see hallucinations when he danced, and lost his mind in the light veil of clouds and mist that was thrown.

"Yao'er, Yao'er!!"

He chased after the shirt beside him, swooped down, and then fell into the river with a thud.

The crispy crucian carp was half-leaning against the tree in disheveled clothes, she seemed to smell the smell of wine, and she was drunk a lot, she frowned, sighed and fished him out of the water, although the monk master could not die, but if he drifted down the water to the unknown place.

In the water, she turned into the tail fin of a fish, and with a spell she maintained the human form of her upper body, and grabbed the monk who was sinking straight down, and he opened his eyes in a daze, and the water poured into his throat, which was not pleasant.

The cold water regained his consciousness a little, and when he looked up, in the dim light, he saw a half-human, half-fish woman swimming towards him, the woman's eyebrows and eyes were sad, watching him gradually reunite with a faint smile.

Then the lip was covered.

She watched with some satisfaction as his eyes widened, but she didn't show the slightest nervousness or shyness of the woman being caught.

Of course she didn't, thinking she wasn't human in the first place.

The Monk Master thought like this in confusion.

She wants to pass on her heart

Da to him, she likes the monk master, not because she has been with him for a long time and has been in love for a long time, nor because he has saved himself and the attachment psychology, to trace back, it should be when he separated his work day and night in order to dig a more comfortable pool for her.

His serious and committed appearance made her heart move.

Because at that time, he was wholeheartedly focused on her.

Having lost his people, he was always on the way to flee, and he was the only one who gave him a harbor, even if it was only a pool of less than an inch, and the water that had just passed above her head.

She kissed him, the feeling in her heart that had always been like a huge stone seemed to be able to relax, she felt that she had probably distorted this heart for too long, so she could be by his side, he was as distorted as herself, so she could fit together tightly.

What a sad feeling.

Only with the help of other people's appearances, with the help of other people's names, can we stay by his side and be needed by him.

She dragged him wet to shore, her human form not lasting long enough to lurk underwater, waiting for him to slowly wake up.

But he didn't wake up for a long time.

The crucian carp even regained her strength under the water, and transformed into a human form, and approached the master of the ceremony, his face was pale and angry, and she placed her hand on his forehead, which was hot as a burning coal.

If it had been rested on ordinary people, it would have been cold a long time ago.

(End of chapter)