Sang Wushi lay directly on the tea table, looking at him quietly with clear eyes, "Then you abandoned it?"

Wuxian chuckled and shook his head, and his fair and slender hand picked up the tea cup on the table and took a sip, but did not answer her.

Then, Sang Wushi seemed to be sleepy, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that Wuxian was still looking for strings in the house, his face was already a little anxious, "What's wrong...... Lately, my mind has been muddy, and I can't remember many things clearly......"

Sang Wushi yawned and kindly proposed, "Why don't you go to the black market and buy one?"

He shook his head, "Each string is special and irreplaceable. ”

Sang Wushi: ...... In this way, she sat in the same place again and watched him busy for a while, and then she turned her face with some regret, and seemed to sigh lightly, "That's it, forget it if you can't find it, but let you wait for me here all the time, otherwise you would have arrived in Elysium City by this time." ”

"The black market is very noisy at this time, and it is crowded when you go, so it doesn't hurt to be later. Sang Wushi smiled, but there was really no trace of impatience on his face.

Desireless went back to her and sat down, the expression on his face was still a little sad, "Then let's go now?"

"It's free at this time, there are a lot of monsters at night, I'm too lazy to do it, let's go tomorrow morning." She said.

Desireless nodded, "It's okay, let's rest." ”

......

However, after a long while, there was a strange and speechless voice from inside the room, "You...... It's not going to rest here, is it?" he stared at the woman who occupied his bed in a large shape without an image, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.

Feeling the softness under him, Sang Wushi's face relaxed, and he said comfortably: "Do you know what I have experienced in Qianshan, master, I am about to fall apart now, and I don't want to take a single step." Besides, it's not like we haven't slept in the same room, what are you afraid of?"

No Desire: ...... His face darkened again, and he just stood in front of the bed and stared at her dryly without speaking.

After a long time, no matter how thick-skinned someone was, he finally couldn't stand it, and lazily opened his big hazy eyes, "Why don't you take me back?"

Wu Xi gritted his teeth, "Is it okay to be rude and throw you out?"

Shaking her finger, she smiled and quipped, "You don't want to." ”

He looked at the shameless woman in his shadow on the bed in the dim light, and was speechless, "You are really...... How do you ......?"

Sang Wushi pursed his lips, simply turned over and stopped looking at him, and muttered: "Look, what kind of attitude do you have, the person who should be afraid of lonely men and widows should be me, right, what are you coercing, is it a man?" But after a long time, there was a little weirdness quietly behind him, Sang Wushi couldn't help but look up again, only to see that the desireless expression in front of the bed was a little dark, and the long eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the emotions in his eyes, but the tone of his mouth was a little cold, "Don't you really want me to do anything to you to be a man?"

Seeing that he was serious, Sang Wushi quickly put away his smile, and waved his hand helplessly to sit up, "It's not good to take anything you say seriously." When she put on her shoes and was about to get up, a deep voice sounded above her head, "I think the words that come out of my mouth are for people to hear, so I naturally want to care about every word." ”

Looking up, Sang looked at him quietly for a moment, and then buried his head, boring, boring, just too boring. At this time, shouldn't he be blushing and looking like he was being bullied, what does it mean to be so gloomy. Putting on her shoes, she stood up, raised her eyes to look into her unwanted serious eyes, and chuckled to herself, "I found out...... You can't afford to joke. ”

His expression was a little indifferent, "Being born in the world is suffering, always being nervous about living, laughing is difficult, how to talk about jokes." His eyes suddenly fell on her face, and his tone was a little helpless, "You and I live in different worlds, you won't understand." ”

Sang Wushi smiled indifferently when he heard this, "Why do you always say that you live in a different world from me, as if you are all suffering and suffering, and I am the darling of the heavens." Looking at the suddenly silent face of Desireless, she said coldly again: "Don't always numb me with your pain, as you said, life is already difficult, and naturally I don't like to be a trash can for people to confide in my suffering." ”

Her words were very difficult to hear, if someone with a little temperament would definitely not talk to her anymore, but the expression of desirelessness was more guilty and apologetic, "Sorry, I don't have a heart, I ......" He didn't say any more after that, Sang Wushi was not very interested, looked at him for a while, or walked to the tea table and lay lazily, no longer talking.

Seeing her so pitiful, Xu sighed without desire, and said helplessly: "If you want to sleep here, just sleep, it's okay, I'm not sleepy." ”

Sang Wushi's head was pillowed on her arm, her black hair was like silk, gently sliding down, lightly covering her snow-like face, the light was warm, and the room was quiet.

That night, she somehow wasn't sleepy, and she kept talking to Wuxian about innocuous things. The tea on the table was changed twice, but it made people more and more sober the more they drank. She also joked that he was really boring, why didn't he drink to get drunk, but it was not a good thing to be drunk without desire, and when he was drunk, because he was not like his usual self, he would only make people feel frightened for no reason.

Sang smiled and said nothing.

Later, he didn't want to invite her into his enchantment, but she pushed it off on the grounds of sleepiness.

Between them, there may be sincerity, companionship, calculation, and use, but trust is difficult to establish.

......

The next day, Sang set off for the City of Elysium without time or desire. In this Futu Palace for one night, they did not see Wuxi, and they knew that the master's whereabouts were erratic on weekdays, so they gave up. And the little ghost didn't come out to follow her, and this Sang Wushi was not worried, because despite this, he was able to find himself accurately every time.

Demon Realm Elysium City, that is a city where the whole world is shrouded in the red halo of blood-colored spirit beads floating in the air, the dark and gorgeous buildings are densely arranged, the eyes are full of red lights and dark nights, and people from all walks of life talk and talk noisily on the streets.

It was a dark and solemn building, with towering pavilions and high floors, and the dark tones were particularly quiet and mysterious in this noisy and strange demon capital. And on both sides of the solemn Zhumen Avenue on the first floor of the high-rise building, at this moment, there are dozens of people from the demon clan in dark robes standing respectfully, they bow their heads and stand quietly, standing in front of them, a gray-robed rickety old man with a serious face, respectfully towards the two people who are coming, and said solemnly: "Lord Wushi, Lord Wuxi." ”

Sang Wushi was dressed in charming red, his posture indifferently swept over the tall building in front of him, and asked lightly, "Why are you so lonely?"

The chess master groaned slightly, and said, "As long as a few adults don't appear here, it won't be deserted." ”