Ye Qingyi looked up in a daze, but saw that he was still calm and did not have any resentment.

Sensing her gaze, Changjue lowered his eyes and glanced at her lightly.

"Oh......"

Ye Qingyi was stiffened by him, and his little hand opened the stopper indiscriminately, and gently sprinkled the white medicine powder on it.

The white powder is clean and pure, falling on the bright red blood, a poignant beauty.

"I was only four years old, and that was my first murder."

Four-year-old ......

Ye Qingyi's hands stiffened, and when she was four years old, her grandfather would drag her on his shoulders and play with her.

"I found my drunken father in a liquor store and stabbed him with a knife."

"Blood gushed on my face, and I felt sick and wanton."

Changjue leaned back against the wooden table and made a "squeak" sound.

"Then I met a man who stood behind me, turned my father's body to dust for me, and asked me softly—'Will you come with me if I give you a sword and life?' ”

Changjue recalled the scene at that time, and he still felt that it was vivid.

"I didn't hesitate to follow him and walk into my place."

"There are a lot of kids out there like me, but the difference is that they keep killing people and crying."

Changjue chuckled, which made Ye Qingyi hear his disdain.

"And I'm different, I can only kill, but I can't cry."

"In the years that followed, I lived a life full of blood."

"There's no day, there's no night, there's just corpses that keep falling."

His calm and unwavering eyes looked at Shang Ye's lightly clothed and watery eyes, bringing her stunned and helpless into her eyes.

"My companion is also a little boy, and there, there are no friends and siblings, there are just partners, partners who kill together."

"We have a good relationship, and we will secretly leave an ice steamed bun and hide it under the bed for each other who sometimes fail in the mission."

"I always thought we could be with each other forever."

There were slight changes in his voice, but it only took a moment for him to return to his normal color.

"Until that day, it was my twelfth birthday."

Ye Qingyi suddenly thought of her twelfth birthday, and she seemed to be very happy that day.

Because the indifferent Lian Fuyin cooked longevity noodles for her with his own hands, he smiled very gently.

"In an empty house, there are a thousand people standing, who, like me, are about to make it out of this dark dungeon."

"Our master, standing at the forefront, told the rules of the night in a cold voice.

That's just one person who can get out of here.

As soon as he gave the order, the sword began to swing mercilessly. After a long time, there were only the two of us standing on the open ground. ”

Ye Qingyi's body had already begun to tremble, Changjue smiled coldly, and then lifted her to his lap.

The cold bracelet held the woman's waist trembling with fear and shame, and then tightly clasped it.

"I will always remember that he stabbed his sword at me, and I can't tell if I was angry or disappointed, maybe sad!"

"Because, at last, when I had no choice but to stab the sword at him, the sharp sword that had already been in front of my heart turned quickly, and then plunged into his body fiercely."

"Because he knows, I'm not going to get ahead of him. So he created this illusion, forced me to draw my sword, and then fell in front of me laughing. ”

Nagajue chuckled, then he gently buried himself in her neck and exhaled.

The warm scent fell on the fragrant skin, easily stirring up a layer of goosebumps.

Ye Qingyi bit her lip and suppressed the urge to escape.