Mo Xiuxiu's pupils constricted, and she stared at You Zhiqi intently: "Say, you are a stingy ghost, haven't you let go of the matter of Li Yan yet?" ”

"Hahaha-" You Zhiqi's heart was suddenly full of hope, with such a lovely person by his side, the matter of changing Hua Lingyue's face was finalized.

After getting along for several months, he couldn't tell which one he liked about Mo Xiuxiu, whether it was a deeper friendship or a ......

Could it be that he really gave birth to the sprout of love for her?

It stands to reason that this is impossible.

He is not an untrained hairy boy, his experience surpasses most people in the world, how can he be so easily tempted by a woman?

As Li Yan said, there are countless women he has seen, and Mo Xiuxiu is not a rare person in front of him.

You Zhiqi, whose expression was becoming more and more solemn, tapped the table, and after successfully attracting Mo Xiuxiu's attention, he asked again: "Even if we are just friends, we will be for life, right?" ”

"Yes!" Mo Xiuxiu replied very cheerfully, and held the two hostas in her hands: "So I will repair the hosta as soon as possible and return it to you." ”

You Zhiqi carefully held Mo Xiuxiu's hand in the hairpin, "This is my sister's only dowry, she died due to dystocia, the bride can't tolerate the daughter she exchanged for her life, and her mother-in-law directly sent my niece back with this hairpin, and since then all contact has been cut off." ”

"You, you...... And a sister? Mo Xiuxiu was surprised by this incident.

"My mother is a spirit snake who has cultivated for thousands of years, she fell in love with the dragon king and gave birth to a child, but she was not recognized by the dragon clan, they thought that my mother and I had defiled the blood of the dragon clan, and they were about to kill our mother and son. My mother took me to the end of the world all day long, running for my life.

When I was five years old, my mother died at the hands of dragons to protect me. I was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe and was adopted as a adopted son by a fisherman couple.

The two of them have a daughter named You Shuyao, Shu Yao is sixteen years older than me, so I call her sister. My current name was chosen for me by Sister Shu Yao. I still remember the indescribable joy she felt when she learned that she had a younger brother.

The world was unpredictable, and this happiness lasted less than twenty years, when my honest adoptive parents contracted a plague.

At that time, I was just a little green snake with low mana, and I was reluctant to protect myself, let alone save people. In just one day, my adoptive parents left me one after another, and my niece was nowhere to be found.

After burying my adoptive parents, I began to search for my niece, my only relative in the world...... In this way, after a hundred years of hard searching, I traveled everywhere I could go and asked everyone I knew...... But there was never a single word about her.

I know very well what a hundred years means to ordinary people, and after a hundred years of hard work to no avail, my niece and I will most likely never meet again for life. ”

Halfway through the story, Mo Xiuxiu took out a handkerchief and prepared to wipe away the tears of the storyteller.

What she never expected was that not only did she not see half sadness on You Zhiqi's face, but a faint smile appeared from the corner of her eyes.

Scratching her hair, Mo Xiuxiu's curiosity was aroused again, she didn't understand why anyone laughed at the mention of her deceased relatives.

"I don't have any parents, so I don't feel the feeling of a loved one's death. But I've read in the book that the death of parents and friends will be heartbroken and painful......"

Recalling the past, You Zhiqi suddenly chuckled, "In the first few years, I also cried day and night, didn't think about tea and dinner, and the whole person was in a state of decadence for a long time, looking no different from the walking dead......"

Seeing that his mood was stable and abnormal, Mo Xiuxiu dared to ask boldly: "That...... How did you come out of your grief? ”

Raising his eyes and glancing at her, You Zhiqi said lightly: "It's been a long time, won't you just come out?" Tens of thousands of years of Songhai Sangtian, I have already figured it out. I can't die with them, so I'd better get up and live a good life. ”

At this time, You Zhiqi suddenly took away two hostas with his other hand, "Let me fix it!" ”

"Xiaolong, I'm sorry......"

Mo Xiuxiu rubbed the corners of her clothes a little nervously, and couldn't even bear to look up at You Zhiqi's eyes, she always felt that he was sad in her heart, but she didn't show it in front of her.

"Why do you say you're sorry?" You Zhiqi leaned back on the back of the chair and made a relaxed appearance.

Mo Xiuxiu, who was full of worries, walked up to him with heavy steps, "This hosta is so precious, you really shouldn't use it to save me...... And I, I can obviously beat Ge Xunlian's ......"

A tear slipped from the corner of Mo Xiuxiu's eyes, she was really feeling guilty and blaming herself for this incident.

"Xiuxiu ......"

You Zhiqi stood up unconsciously, and the hand that tried to wipe her tears suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He knew that Mo Xiuxiu would have that day sooner or later.

One day in the future, Mo Kun will also die. By then, she will surely cry too. Even if he is not a father, after long-term contact, there will always be some father-daughter affection.

Not to mention an ordinary immortal cultivator, even You Zhiqi, who is the Dragon King, has an end to his life.

Eternal life is still out of reach for most people.

After a long time, the hand suddenly turned to the door of the study, "Cheng Jiao and Qi Sheng will take you to practice in the next few days!" I'll see you again when I'm done with what I'm doing. ”

Biting her lip hard, Mo Xiuxiu plucked up the courage to take the initiative to hug You Zhiqi, and then quickly let go, "I'll come to see you another day." ”

After running out of the study, Mo Xiuxiu hurriedly wiped away her tears for herself when she woke up from a big dream.

This was followed by a barrage of self-questions.

Okay, what's going on?

Why should I cry over someone else's experience?

Am I so empathetic?

Time, can it really dilute everything?

Will I let go of my hatred for Xuanci Yuanjun over time?

What will happen in the future, no one is sure. Right now, her hatred is still strong, and her desire for revenge is real.

However, behind what is seen there is something invisible.

Mo Xiuxiu only saw the relaxed and relieved expression on You Zhiqi's face, but he didn't know that after he left, a large string of tears poured out of the corners of his eyes.

Everything before was really pretended, he just didn't want others to see his vulnerable side, and he didn't want his good friends to worry about him.

"Xiuxiu, Xiuxiu, what are you crying about? Do you feel sorry for this hairpin, or do you feel sorry for my miserable past? Why do you keep hitting me on the tip of the heart? Have you forgotten what I said? ”