"Not mine?" Chu Shishu raised his eyebrows lightly, with the ultimate beauty of decadence. "How is it not mine? I am the one who is wrong again and again, I am the one who is nostalgic for the red dust, and I am the one who is powerless but wants to protect others. Dustless, I already know it's wrong. ”

Yes, she already knew it was wrong. The fault is that she still has human emotions. The previous talk of breaking off love is just self-deception, and what I said about waking up from a dream is just falling into another beautiful dream.

Chu Shishu hugged Shengsheng and hugged him tightly. People always wake up when they can't regret it.

The silver sword was summoned by Chu Shishu and made a loud sound. Chu Shishu grabbed the hilt of the sword and hugged Song Yisheng's waist with one hand, and a strange black aura faintly emanated from the sword body lingering around. It's just that Chu Shishu doesn't care, even if the sky collapses and the ground cracks, it has nothing to do with her.

"It's time for me to say goodbye to you, too." Chu Shishu held the corpse's head and said without looking back. "If there's any news of Fan Ye, remember to let me know."

Dustless and silent, with solemn eyes. Seeing Chu Shishu's figure walking farther and farther, the thread of the Buddha beads couldn't help but collapse, and his clenched fists were scattered all over the place. The blood in his chest couldn't help but splash on the ground, and the depression was scattered in his chest and hit his heart to pieces.

"I'm sorry...... Chu Shishu ......: "The voice was low, as if it was coming slowly from the sky.

He sat on the futon, letting out Fan Ye, who was bound by himself and couldn't move, the apology and guilt in the corners of his eyes made him look less clear.

"Little monk, you like me, so you don't hand me over, do you?" Fan Ye moved, straightened his sitting posture, and shook the long hair between his foreheads, looking full of amorous feelings.

"Definitely." Sitting upright, the treasure is solemn, and the appearance of no desire is really daunting.

"Then what are you keeping me for, don't you want to refine me into an elixir?" Fan Ye giggled, and didn't seem to be worried about his safety at all, since Wuchen didn't hand him over, he naturally didn't want to kill her.

"If I don't kill you, it doesn't mean that I don't hate you, and if I don't hand you over, it doesn't mean that I will let you go." The dustless eyes looked directly at Fan Ye, and then lowered his head to pick up a Buddha bead. "When you came to me, I really believed that maybe you would repent, and I really thought about protecting you if you changed your ways. It's just that you've let me down again. ”

Fan Ye didn't care. "I'm a demon, do you believe what the demon says? Ha, I know, you must be angry at the moment, and I also know that you are angry that I killed that little girl, and you are angry with Chu Shishu. But so what? Everything I do is for the sake of my own better life. One or two sacrifices are necessary. You said that you turned back, so will you let me go if I turn back now? Will you return everything to dust? ”

Wuchen was silent, squirming his lips and finally chuckling. "Yes, Fan Ye, you really know me and understand the darkness of people's hearts. It's a pity that only you know my darkness, and only you can bear it. It's all over with me. ”

After that, Wuchen gently pinched the magic trick and forcibly dragged Fan Ye's soul out. Fan Ye was shocked when he saw his soul slowly moving away from his body. "You're crazy! Do you know the consequences of doing this? You will be punished! ”

Seeing Fan Ye's teeth and claws, and his panicked appearance, Wuchen smiled with satisfaction. He said that only Fan Ye could bear his dark side. The dustless smile is like a breeze and a bright moon. "I am worth retribution, and I am worth the retribution than Chu Shishu."

Fan Ye was struggling, and his soul was torn apart by Wuchen. Half of it was drawn to the small Buddha bead in his hand, and the other half was returned to Fan Ye's body, half of the mana remained, half of the soul remained, and all the memories were withdrawn from the other half.

Fan Ye vigorously patted the inner wall of the Buddha beads. "Let me out! Let me out! "It's just that the sound is so faint that no one can hear it.

Wuchen pinched the Buddha beads and received them into his sleeves, the corners of his eyes were melancholy, but his tone was very gentle. "Retribution? I deserve to go to hell. ”

The other half of the soul is on Fan Ye's body, because there is no memory, so it is blank like a blank paper. When she came to her senses, her eyes were as pure as clear water, and she looked around with novelty.

Wuchen shook his robe and smiled at her helplessly. "From now on, you follow my Green Lantern Ancient Buddha, burn incense and pray, and be my Buddhist disciple."

Fan Ye didn't understand what Wuchen meant at all, and just smirked at him. Since then, she has been by Wuchen's side, and because she doesn't know anything, she is called a stupid aunt by everyone. The silly girl was also very kind, and she didn't mind at all, just scratched her head and smirked in response.

The body of Fan Ye in the Buddha beads is exhausted by thunder and lightning at all times, and the Fan Ye outside the Buddha beads is stupid. How cruel Wuchen is to Fan Ye in the Buddha beads, and how gentle he is to Fan Ye outside the Buddha beads.

Without memory, she can't write, so Wuchen taught her one stroke at a time. Outside the door, the three sons whistled and teased her, and the silly aunt screamed. Wuchen looked directly at them and shook his head solemnly, not allowing them to be so rude.

The silly girl always stood aside and stared greedily at Wuchen. Watching him write beautiful words with a brush, looking at his serious or pitiful look, watching him smile gently at himself, it was as if a god who was as gentle as jade descended.

How entangled people can be, Wuchen can't wait for Fan Ye to split the corpse, but he still retains a compassionate heart for the silly aunt. Fan Ye longed for the dustless ashes to disappear, but the silly aunt was loyal to the dustless ministers, and she secretly promised it. Fan Ye's soul is divided into two parts, and it is not dustless.

He didn't kill Fan Ye because he was afraid that Qin Qing would take advantage of his resentment to seize Chu Shishu's body, but he couldn't forgive Fan Ye for harming Chu Shishu III, and he couldn't forgive Fan Ye for harming Sheng Sheng Sheng for dying young. But in the face of a stupid girl who knew nothing and was simply ignorant, he couldn't bear to torture her. The silly aunt will help people, will save people, will be stupid to ask herself if she is doing the right thing, innocent like a child.

He thought that since Zhen Fan Ye had already suffered in the Buddha beads, then this foolish girl would stay to pay for her past sins. It's just that he consciously broke off his grievances, but he didn't know that Chu Shishu's obsession had not been broken.

When Wuchen saw Chu Shishu again, the murderous aura on her face was even heavier, and her cold eyes seemed to have no emotion. He met Chu Shishu in the woods, but it was just a chance encounter, but the two of them were silent. Neither of them expected to meet again in their lifetimes.

"Long time no see." Dust-free opening first.

"Hmm. Long time no see. Chu Shishu replied indifferently.

There was silence again. The tragedy at the beginning is vivid, and when Chu Shishu sees Wuchen again, he will only think of Sheng Sheng's tragic death and feel heartbroken.

"It's ...... to come here"

"Worship Shengsheng, it's her birthday today." Chu Shishu said coldly, shrunk her shoulders, after so long, she still couldn't accept Sheng Sheng's death.

"Hmm. Me too, drop by. ”

Chu Shishu was noncommittal, and let Wuchen walk beside him.

"Every year?" Chu Shishu thought for a moment and said.

"Hmm. She doesn't like loneliness. ”

"Thank you."

Wuchen is a little trance-like, how long have you not been in such a quiet relationship? Maybe it's from the day Chu Shishu left to today? He has been planning since the moment Chu Shishu left, and he wants Fan Ye to suffer for Shengsheng's death every moment.

When I walked to the tomb, it was cleaned. Chu Shishu looked meaningfully at Wuchen, and then withdrew his eyes. Put the gadgets in your sleeve in front of the tomb, and say a word in silence. "Happy birthday."

Wuchen pinched the monk's sleeve and wiped the moss off the tombstone, not caring that the moss stained his clothes.

"Shengsheng, my father and mother have come to see you."

Chu Shishu glanced at it and did not refute. She knew that Wuchen came every year because she also came to visit every year, but she didn't have the courage to face Wuchen yet, so she always came forward to wish her a happy birthday after Wuchen left.

Wuchen left a little late this year, she thought he had let go, she thought he had forgotten, and she went to visit alone. On the way to walk, I unexpectedly encountered dustless, and a warm current flowed in my heart. It turned out that he also remembered Shengsheng.

There was a hazy light rain in the sky, and Chu Shishu stretched out his hand and changed out an oil-paper umbrella to prop it on Wuchen's body. The drizzle fell on the paper umbrella and fell to the ground as a thread.

Chu Shishu thought, maybe Shengsheng cried. For three years and six months, neither she nor Wuchen came to see her together, although she liked to play in front of her parents the most during her lifetime.

The rain stopped after a while, and Chu Shishu reached out and took the oil-paper umbrella back. Her supernatural powers are getting more and more powerful, and even her evil aura is getting heavier and heavier.

"Let's go, it's going to rain heavily." Chu Shishu said softly, no longer in an impersonal and cold tone.

"Hmm." Wuchen nodded, and left the valley side by side with Chu Shishu. When Chu Shishu arrived at the door, he couldn't help but look back, and couldn't help but feel sad.

He said something intermittently, not cold, but not always too close. But that's good, it's good to know that Chu Shishu is doing well now. Although the evil spirit is getting heavier and heavier, as long as Fan Ye does not die, Chu Shishu will still be that Chu Shishu.

Wuchen was a little lucky, glad that he met Fan Ye who was exhausted of mana on the way back, glad that he sane Fan Ye's life, and glad that Chu Shishu was still familiar with Chu Shishu, although she was already covered in bruises, and her heart was like ashes.

He has done everything in his power to preserve the situation. He tried his best to leave the silly aunt, so that Sheng Sheng could once again see the majestic Chu Shishu who killed demons and demons. It's just that paper can't hold the fire, and enemies always meet in a narrow way.

A green figure appeared in front of Wuchen and Chu Shishu with an elegant oil-paper umbrella in his hand.