So, in the following days, she had no choice to guard the nameless corpse, admiring the flowers, smelling the incense, feeling the wind that didn't exist much, the sun that didn't bask too much, listening to the insects that didn't even exist, and the only sound was the rustling of the man in blue coming and leaving.

It sounds like it's enjoyable, but in fact, once she gets tired of it, she wants to cry every late at night.

So, apart from flowers and corpses, the only person who can mention Ah Chun's great interest is the man in blue who will come every day. It's just that since the last time she missed the man in blue, the man in blue hasn't come up again.

Faintly, giving her an illusion, the man in blue was so afraid to see this corpse that he was so afraid that he even raised his head.

As for why I am afraid, because of love, for hatred, for indebtedness, and because I am afraid, I am afraid.

The man in blue, every time he comes, he basically walks back and forth under the tree, and when he is tired of walking, he sits on the stone in a daze, mostly staying for half a day, the hour is uncertain, but it is never night.

Only once, it was a dusk near evening, and the man in blue came again, his pace was slightly weak, and Ah Chun knew that he drank wine as soon as he saw this blurred figure.

This time, he didn't walk back and forth, nor did he sit on a stone elegantly.

Instead, he sat on the ground regardless of it, his robe was scattered, and his placket was wide open, revealing his fair skin.

He leaned his head back against a stone, his arms casually resting on one arched leg and the other extended, in a posture that was both chic and graceful. But even if the emotions are five meters away, Ah Chun can empathize with his loneliness, loneliness, grief, melancholy and helplessness.

Maybe it's because of the dazzle, she really responded to the sentence of seeing flowers in the fog, she seemed to see the figure of the man in blue after sitting for a long time, his shoulders trembled a few times, and then he kept covering his eyes with his hands, and he didn't take it off for a long time.

Crying?

What is it that can make a big man cry?

Ah Chun rubbed his eyes, and then tensed his nerves to take a closer look, the man in blue had already swayed up again, but he seemed to be supported by a person.

Today is destined to be a special evening.

However, the sycamore tree bloomed too densely, and she only saw a pair of beautiful and slender hands under the tree, holding the man in blue worriedly, and the posture was too intimate.

The soft and intimate voice was not big or small, and it just came into the ear: "Your Highness, it's better for Yusha to help you go back." ”

It's a woman, listening to the voice, looking at the hands, and checking the posture, Ah Chun can guess the roughly.

This woman must not be ugly, and she is from a famous family, and she still has an unknown relationship with the man in blue.

For the man in blue, after Ah Chun lying on the tree for a long time and desperately exploring the aftertaste, she can be sure that the man in blue is not good-looking, and he is not good-looking, beautiful can be described. However, like being blind, I can't find a more suitable word at the moment.

In fact, during this period, Ah Chun also tried to continue to shake the tree and sneeze, but strength is a very magical thing, saying that there is no more, and it is still as hopelessly ill as if it is not as good as a day, and now it is sad that he can't even pick a flower. The five senses are getting weaker and weaker, and it is expected that they will now perceive things within three meters.

The corpse in front of her, occasionally touched unconsciously, was no longer as soft and boneless as the first touch, it was slightly elastic, and when she pressed it hard, she suspected that the corpse was growing bones, which was simply a precursor to resurrection.

On the contrary, he is getting weaker and weaker, as if the corpse is trying to absorb himself as nourishment.

She didn't understand what was wrong with her, and she looked at the corpse unhappily, is it to prepare you to live and die, can we only keep one? Can't you be a good sister who closes your eyes and I open your eyes for you, and is happy and carefree to see the world?

Little corpse, why are you so selfish?

She didn't want to die at all!

Most of the time, she also remembered something slightly, but after an hour, she forgot about it. So, on and off, into an endless loop, recall, forget, recall, forget. I was just about to analyze the past, but I was stuck in an instant, and I couldn't go on at all.

She was about to collapse, her eyes were looking at the sky, in fact, she couldn't even see what color the sky was now.

A drop of water fell on her face, and she reached out to wipe it off, another drop.

It's raining.

It's raining?

She couldn't believe it.

The mood was suddenly so happy that the sky fell apart.

The rain turned from small to big, and she was ready to do everything.

Raise your head, open your arms, and close your eyes.

Whew!

Stopped?

I!

Grass!

She looked at the sky, but she didn't give up on reaching out and grabbing a handful of air.

The sun, just in time, appeared perfectly, beckoning to her.

Even the rain is so individual?

Is there anything normal here?

There is no wind or rain here, and there are no living creatures, except for the man in blue, even a worm. The dead silence is exhausting and desolate.

The man in blue is here again, even if the five senses are more sluggish, but after looking at the man for a long time, even if he is deaf and blind, as long as the man appears nearby, she can sense it.

This time, the man in blue was not under the tree, but jumped up lightly and went straight to the flower bed, next to the corpse.

Ah Chun was taken aback, but she was also very happy, she was alone like a lonely ghost for a long time, and finally someone could talk.

Unfortunately, I am no longer confined to a few meters today, but is blurry at hand, no different from being blind with my eyes open.

Sighing lamentingly, he sat cross-legged, tried to move the flower bed, and knew that the man in blue was coming.

A friendly greeting: "Hey!"

Ears pricked up, but no response.

But she clearly noticed that the man was indeed close in front of her, and it seemed that he was doing something to the corpse, probably wiping the rain that had just been drenched.

Could it be that his voice was too low for the man to hear?

What about being a big living person, can you pretend not to see it?

Arrogant and arrogant?

Ah Chun didn't say anything, and pushed it with his hand on the vague blue shadow, but it passed through the flesh alive, and the whole person froze.

Repeatedly leaned closer to look at his hands, and then lowered the man's body again, and put it on again.

Completely stupid.

I haven't come back to my senses for a long time.

The man didn't react to all his actions, just kept silent, focusing on tidying up and wiping the corpse in front of him affectionately.

Ah Chun was thorough and began to look at the corpse squarely, while looking at himself for the first time.

Although he is also wearing a golden dress, it is clearly not the same as the one on the corpse, and the dress on his body is very old, very torn, very dirty, and there are traces of being burned by fire, and even unknown blood marks.

There were no mirrors around, and she didn't know what she looked like.

But no matter how much she looked at it, she couldn't escape a fact that she never suspected.

Aren't you human?

What is that?

From the appearance of the corpse to the resurrection and the appearance of one's own death, it is self-evident.

Geist?

Whose geist?

Apparently!

This corpse!

Could it be that he and the corpse are the same person?

Thinking of this, she willfully didn't want to recognize the corpse.

Although he couldn't see the surroundings clearly, as far as this plane tree that would catch fire and grow corpses, this must not be the mortal world, and the man also knew some spells, could he not have cultivated to the point where he could see the wandering spirit?

All the problems that had been denied before were now densely repeated, giving her a headache.

The man in blue was very patient and careful, wiped the raindrops on the gold cover, and tidied up his clothes, which happened to be at her feet.

She had fun and kicked the corpse with her foot, saying that it was a kick, and the force was really pitiful, but the skirt of the corpse still had a wave that was not easy to notice.

The man in blue didn't think much about it at first, and re-smoothed the skirt at Ah Chun's feet again.

Ah Chun kicked again, but this time with all his strength.

Finally, the skirt regained a small fold under the blue coat's hand.

At this moment, the man in blue suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Ah Chun.

Although the face of the man in blue was blurry in front of Ah Chun's eyes, the color could still be distinguished.

Because the black hair turned into a white face in an instant, seeing the face rushing towards him, this breath was clearly very dangerous.

Even though he knew that the man couldn't see him, he was still threatened and subconsciously shrank back.

Slender fingers ran through his body, slightly trembling and rubbing for a long time.

Both were disappointed at the same time.

One is that the sense of presence is too weak.

One is that hopes are disappointed.

But the man in blue reacted quickly, deliberately flattened Fang Cai's wrinkled skirt and waited.

And Ah Chun seems to have found a way to amuse the man in blue.

The merciless snap on the skirt of the corpse is a kick.

The skirt of the man in blue bulged visibly again.

Ah Chun saw the man in blue with his head down and was stunned for a long time, as if he couldn't believe anything.

So next.

Wispike!

Kick it up!

Wispike!

Kick it up!

Wispike!

Kick it up!

Wispike!

Kick it up!

Wispike!

Kick it up!

......

After a very boring and interesting dozen rounds, Ah Chun's legs were weak.

The man in blue deliberately flattened the hem of the corpse's waist.

Ah Chun aimed at the hem of the clothes and kicked mercilessly. I couldn't help but think that if this woman was still alive, and her feet were normal, the woman would be bruised.

The man in blue's hands trembled even more, and Ah Chun frowned and tried to look closer, almost touching his nose.

Suddenly, a deep voice fell from his ears: "Cold." ”

The goosebumps rose faster than the first time she saw a corpse, and Ah Chun hurriedly wisped her arms and rubbed her face.

Crispy?

This corpse is called Hanshu?

Not to mention, compared to the name, it was the man's voice that moved her more.

In other words, the man in blue has few words, and after watching this man on the tree for a long time, he has not heard this man say a word.

Immediately after: "Han Shu, is that you?" The man in blue obviously did not say to the corpse, but said in the direction of Ah Chun.

This time, Ah Chun didn't respond, because she didn't know what her name was.

The man in blue did not reply, and without hesitation, his fingertips condensed into a stream of firelight, scattered all over the plane tree like fireworks, and then turned into ashes and dissipated.

Ah Chun didn't react, what was the man in blue going to do.

Then, the man in blue seemed to be sure of something, and his voice was a little happy: "Han Su, are you finally going to wake up?"

Want to wake up?

What about me?

Ambiguous.

Very dissatisfied, he kicked the corpse several times.

The man in blue finally understood, and his tireless gentleness was flat, and his voice was as light as a feather: "I can't see you, you can see me, right?"

Ah Chun kicked and said: Yes.

The blue-clothed man's eyebrows seemed to be much more vivid: "Presumably you are the last soul of Han Su." ”