The night breeze blows, bringing a little coolness.

The twilight was heavy, and the moonlight fell on the long street.

The tense atmosphere between the four of them finally disappeared, and they stood peacefully opposite.

Ji Hanyue's voice was a little tight, and she was a little surprised by Song Jing's apology, and hurriedly said: "Sister Song, I don't blame you, it's also that we didn't make it clear to you before, and it's understandable that you suspect that we are not Song Mi's friends." ”

"The golden body of the living Bodhisattva was destroyed, and we only met Song Mi's residual thoughts, thinking that it is also in the dark, we have our own fate, and we haven't done anything, we can't receive this great gift, please take back the true body."

The true body of the monster is very precious, it is the supreme elixir, the living dead, the medicine white bones, and even more, it can make the living die and the dead live.

Song Jingjuan shook her head, but took another step forward and handed the Eight Thousand Generations Tsubaki in her hand to Ji Hanyue.

Ji Hanyue looked at Song Jingjuan's stubborn appearance, first took down the handkerchief that Shi Qi used to press the blood on her fingertips, handed it back to Shi Qi, and then stretched out her hands to take the flower in Song Jingjuan's hand.

The system said happily in Shi Qi's mind: "Master, this family can't live without you, huh, if it weren't for you, Senior Sister would have been bullied by this monster, but fortunately, Senior Sister's cultivation has not fallen." ”

Since she said when she domesticated the system before, she and the system share a body, her senior brother and sister, is the system's senior brother and sister, and later the system is called senior sister, and it is more and more smooth.

"It's just a misunderstanding, just have a long mouth." Shi Qi replied.

Having said that, when Shi Qi just died, the system followed Shi Qi every day, telling Shi Qi bitterly that she was dead, she was dead, she was dead.

Shi Qilao ignored it, looking like he didn't speculate for more than half a sentence, and he didn't want to deal with the system.

I didn't say a word, I just didn't want to talk.

Obviously, he didn't want to talk and didn't want to deal with people, but now he still stood up for Ji Hanyue and Gu Shiqiu to explain things clearly.

As a high-latitude system, the system stores a lot of analysis of human behavior patterns.

It knows the cunning and treachery of human beings, and must not believe the nonsense of human beings.

Many systems are deceived by human emotions and abandoned from the beginning.

But it feels like it's following in the footsteps of other predecessors, and so far, it seems to like it's quite fond of humans?

"Senior sister, now it's winter, the flowers won't bloom, and after a while, we will also return to the immortal realm, and we won't stay in the world anymore. It's better to leave this bracelet to Miss Song, and in the spring of next year, maybe this residual thought will be dispersed. ”

Ji Hanyue was stunned when she heard this, took the plain silver bracelet off her wrist, and handed it to Song Jingjuan.

"Along the way, now it can be regarded as the return of the goods to the original owner, Sister Song, this bracelet will be kept by you. I have cast a spell on it to nourish the remnants, and when the remnants dissipate in the spring of the next year, his soul should also be able to enter reincarnation. ”

The flower demon shook his head, reached out and pushed the bracelet back in front of Ji Hanyue, and glanced at Shi Qi, who was silent on the side.

"That little friend is right, I am indeed not Song Jingjuan. I'm just a flower demon possessed by Song Jingjuan, and now I occupy Song Jingjuan's body. I'm not Song Mi's real sister, and I can't get rid of his residual thoughts. ”

"Possessed? Man and demon cannot be one, it is against the way of heaven, even if it is forcibly fused, it cannot keep the body incorruptible for seven years. ”

The flower demon lowered his eyes, and the red demon power turned into several silhouettes, turning into a small mansion, like a shadow puppet show, presented in front of everyone.

A few figures with indistinguishable faces, only tall, short, fat and thin silhouettes, walked in the garden of the mansion, sitting or standing, looking intimate.

Later, two of them left the mansion, leaving only a woman dressed as a woman and a girl in a double bun in the garden.

They watered the flowers in the garden, loosened the soil, and in times of storms, they erected bamboo strips to keep the flowers out of the rain.

The silhouette is vivid, and the memories of the flower demon are vivid, as if they have never been forgotten.

In the past few days, I have heard a lot of rumors about Chang'an City, so even if the flower demon does not explain, the trio guessed that the woman is Mrs. Song, and the girl must be Song Jing.

The two silhouettes that left, one was Song Yuanzhi and the other was Song Mi.

The silhouette has changed, with the woman lying on her hospital bed, medicine burning on the stove in her room all day long.

The girl took care of the woman every day, but the woman's condition did not improve, but she grew weak and died in her sleep.

Later, when the woman died, the girl's health deteriorated, and she struggled to take care of the flowers and trees in the garden, and fell into the flowers.

"After the news of Song Mi and his father Song Yuanzhiyuan's death in Cangzhou came back to Chang'an, Mrs. Song died of depression, and Song Jingzuo was exhausted, but she always felt that Song Mi was not dead, and maybe she could come back one day, deceiving herself and others, and only hanging for a breath."

"The Song family is a century-old family, for a hundred years, I have been living in the garden of the Song family, the dynasty has changed, the Song family has been planting me, outstanding people, after a long time, I have spiritual sense."

"Jing Juan still has a breath in her chest before she dies, and there must be Yu Qing, Song Mi, Song Yuanzhi, Mrs. Song, and the merits accumulated by the family of three are all on her, I took Song Jingjuan's hard work and her merits."

"I wanted to play for Jing but I wished, so I parasitized in her body and saved her breath, the living can die, and the dead can live."

The flower demon stretched out his hand and stroked his face, and a black and red vine grew in one side of his eye, revealing a dead breath, and emerald green leaves and carmine peony flowers bloomed on the vine, covering half of his face, like a jade-faced Shura.

She made a sound that seemed to cry and laugh, "Now that I see this bracelet and feel the remnants of Song Mi in it, Jingyue, you should also believe it." ”

The night is quiet, and the neighing of cats and dogs at night is not like the cute meow sound on weekdays, but more like the neighing of wild beasts.

A gust of wind rushed up from behind Shi Qi, rising from his spine to his head.

She hated herself for not being a piece of wood.

Shi Qi took a deep breath and said softly: "Actually, after careful consideration, Song Mi's residual thoughts are to go with my sister to see the peonies blooming in Chang'an, but I don't say whether I am a living sister or a possessed sister, maybe this residual thought can still be eliminated, since you are a flower demon and have the ability to raise your hand to produce flowers, you might as well give it a try......"

The life and death of this world, Shi Qi really can't understand.

What kind of bullshit is the fate of the Heavenly Dao, let the living die, let the dead die, live and die, and the cycle repeats.

Shi Qi suddenly understood a little, no wonder some people in this world wanted to cultivate immortals, probably trying to master the unpredictable fate.

The flower demon blinked, reached out and stroked the eye that bloomed, and half of the inhuman face recovered.