When he returned, Zhao Cheng looked down at the oiled paper bag in his hand, and a look of helplessness appeared on his face.

She should like it.

Just as he thought of this, a low sigh suddenly sounded in his ears.

"There are times in life when you have to have it, and there are times in life when you don't want it."

The voice seemed to come from all directions, and others couldn't hear it, but Zhao Cheng heard it clearly. It was said to him, and he was no stranger to it.

Once, when his parents were still alive, he met a person who gave him a life.

The Lone Star.

Now that I think about it, why not.

"You go home first." Zhao Cheng's voice fell, and the person had already dodged and left.

……

In a pavilion outside the city, there was a person sitting with his back to Zhao Cheng at this time, and the person was dressed as a white monk, and he was sitting there quietly at this time, obviously waiting for him.

For Zhao Cheng's arrival, the monk was obviously very calm.

"It's you."

Although so much time had passed, Zhao Cheng still recognized at a glance that the person sitting in the pavilion was the person who had given him his life on the street.

Seeing Zhao Cheng coming, the white-robed monk sitting in the pavilion stood up and saluted Zhao Cheng.

"The poor monk is polite."

The monk in front of him looked very old, but his eyes were still bright, as if he could see through everything. Zhao Cheng, although he doesn't believe in fate, he can understand that there are always strange people and strange things in this world.

Zhao Cheng didn't care who he was, he just didn't care about his previous words. Thinking of this, he asked in a deep voice.

"What did you mean by that?"

After hearing this, the old monk whispered: "Then the poor monk will say a few more words, donor, you are destined to dominate the world in this life, but the fate of the lonely star is destined to be lonely and old." And because you kill too much, if you force it, what you care about will no longer exist, and everything is false, please remember it. ”

Hearing this, Zhao Cheng's calm face was already churning with blood and blood. The fists clenched subconsciously, and the cold breath in his eyes instantly poured out.

At this moment, a burst of fallen leaves rolled around him as the center, and it could be seen that his breath was rioting now. Zhao Cheng raised his hand, and in an instant, the old monk was already in his hands.

He grabbed the old monk's neck tightly with his hand, and smiled gloomily, "You give others orders, but have you calculated for yourself when you will die." ”

For a moment, Zhao Cheng really wanted to kill him, but in the end he let go.

"I don't believe in fate."

Yes.

He doesn't believe in fate.

The monk did not speak, but spat out a mouthful of blood, then sat on the ground and folded his hands and whispered: "If you believe, you will have, if you don't believe, you will not, everything depends on the donor himself." ”

He finished meditating cross-legged.

"The poor monk has leaked too many heavenly secrets, and he will die here even today in the early days. It's just that I'm passing by here and have a relationship with the donor, so I'm here to nag a few words. ”

"Please donor to the world's common people, sometimes there must be in life, there is no time in life to ask, love parting, ask for it, remember to remember."

"Amitabha."

The monk's voice fell, he slowly closed his eyes, and then lowered his head, obviously no longer breathing.

"The lonely star of the sky, lonely and old."

What is life.

Fate should be trampled underfoot.

Zhao Cheng didn't look at the monk and turned to leave, walked a long way, then waved his hand and said very calmly.

"Find him a place to bury him."

"Yes, Lord."

A figure flashed through the air, and the voice of the dark guard was heard.

……

Time passed slowly, it was getting late, and in the evening the sky was cloudy and it slowly began to rain.

Song Qing didn't see Zhao Cheng all day today.

Song Qing stood in the corridor, looking at the dark sky, and couldn't help frowning.

"Xuan Qi, are you there?"

Song Qing's voice fell, and Xuan Qi's figure soon appeared in front of her.

Sure enough, it was.

"Then ask, where did the third master go, why didn't I see anyone all day today."

"Miss Song, wait a minute."

Xuan Qi said, pulled off the hairpin on his head, put one end to his lips and blew it directly.

Although Song Qing didn't understand, he also understood what the contact code should be.

Inserting the hairpin back in, Xuan Qi replied respectfully: "Miss, there was news from Xuan Er just now, and the lord is in Yipinlou at this time. ”

Yipinlou, which is the largest restaurant in the imperial capital, is a place to eat and drink.

"Okay, I got it."

Xuan Qi responded, and then disappeared again, while Song Qing continued to stand in place. At this time, it was still raining outside the corridor, and it was obvious that it would not stop for a while.

I don't know what he's doing.

Song Qing wanted to look for him, but thought that he might be busy, or he was receiving someone, so he stopped walking out again.

It was slowly getting dark, and the third master still didn't come back, until he felt very late and Song Qing was sleepy, so he went back to his room to sleep.

In the second half of the night, Song Qing felt like a ghost pressing the bed.

It's heavy.

I feel like I'm out of breath.

When he opened his eyes in a daze, he felt that someone was pressed on his body, Song Qing's first reaction was startled, but he immediately reacted to who the person on his body was.

"You, what's wrong with you?"

Song Qingna was awake instantly, and she stretched out her hand to push his shoulder.

"Don't be noisy, dizzy."

"Let me sleep for a while"

The strong aroma of wine came to his face, which made Song Qing a little uncomfortable.

Drunk.

This is how much he drank again, just smelling the smell of wine, Song Qing felt a little dizzy.

"Did you go to the wrong yard or the wrong bed?"

Perhaps hearing Song Qing's voice, Zhao Cheng raised his head slightly, and then reached out to touch Song Qing's cheek.

"That's right."

"Looking for you."

Song nodded lightly, "Okay, okay, you get up first, you're really heavy." ”

Zhao Cheng reached out and pulled off the hairband, grabbed her hands and tied them directly.

"Tie it up."

That way he won't die alone, and she won't leave. Clenching the end of the hairband tightly, Zhao Cheng turned over and lay down beside Song Qing, and closed his eyes quietly.

Who am I.

Where am I?

Tie up or something, do you want to be so flirtatious, and some discordant scenes in the comics flash through my mind.

Blush.

What the hell is this drunk?

I moved my hands, but I couldn't move.

The hand is tied but it can still be untied, but Song Qing didn't plan to untie it, she wanted to keep it as evidence.

Suddenly, I was looking forward to the third master's reaction when he woke up tomorrow, and his expression must be very exciting. Thinking of this, Song Qing leaned closer to the people around him and closed his eyes.

The night was very dark, and Song Qing could hear the shallow breathing of the man in his ears. It's a feeling of blushing and heartbeat, but it's also very secure.

And so the night passed.

When Zhao Cheng woke up the next day, it was already dawn. He could clearly feel that he was holding someone in his arms.

The familiar aura was flooded, and his brain was a little short-circuited for a while. moved his hand, and under his hand was a layer of clothing, and it was the woman's delicate body.

He, what the hell did he do?

(End of chapter)