In a lofty pavilion in the palace of the human realm.

The flowing sleeves float and the breeze curls. Qian Ye stroked his sleeves and finished the last stroke of the notebook, "Don't you think she's funny?"

Mo Yun's face was black: "Is that interesting? ”

Qian Ye glanced at him and said lightly: "She is different from others, have you ever seen such a woman?"

Mo Yun: "..... have never seen it. "Of course he hasn't seen it!

Qian Ye patted him on the shoulder, "Why do you seem to be angry?"

Mo Yun took two steps back, "The subordinates don't dare, the subordinates just think that the prince shouldn't waste too much energy on a witch." ”

Qian Ye picked up the notebook and blew it gently, "Of course you won't understand, you are different from me." He sighed, and a layer of melancholy suddenly surged on his bright and flying face, "Although you are my guard, you are still an immortal-level disciple of the Xiyuan Immortal Sect, you have seen the colorful world outside, you have seen and heard more than me, so many things are naturally not strange." But ah, I've lived here since I was a child, and even though I stand tall, I can't see far away, only big clouds. ”

His bright eyes looked at the unknown distance, and his expression was faintly sad, "When I was a child, I heard you say that there are man-eating demons in the outside world, and there are endless murderous killings, and I am a royal family who was blessed to be born in the human world, look how well I am protected." You see, everybody says that, but I feel very unreal. ”

Looking at his appearance, Mo Yun didn't know what to say, and said helplessly after a long time: "Lord Wang, none of us have deceived you." The outside world is not as simple as you think, that witch, you see her indifferent look when she talks about those things, and her body is full of demonic energy, her subordinates can't explore the truth and the false, in such a world where the weak eat the strong, the subordinates don't think that there will be less blood in her hands. ”

Qian Ye lowered her eyes, "So what? You just said that the people outside survive by their abilities, maybe she just wants to live......

......

That evening, Sang Wushi walked alone to a lakeside, she slowly sat on the small stone in front of the lake, looking at the night lake full of fluttering lanterns, the lanterns burning with brilliant orange lights, one by one, her eyes were a little flowery.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. I suddenly felt very annoyed. Why does everyone think that she doesn't understand the so-called feelings, she has also lived for more than 5,000 years, which is really long. She is accustomed to seeing the cold, warmth, bitterness and cold, joys and sorrows of this world, and those earthly troubles that are untidy and chaotic are nothing more than because of the word "love". These vulgar feelings, it's not that she doesn't understand, she just disdains them.

Sang Wushi reached out and fished out the nearest lotus river lantern to him, how idle was she to waste so much time with that bastard. While thinking, she looked around at no one, reached out and took out the wishing note that others had put in the lamp, and threw it aside. Then crouch down and carefully place the lantern into the water.

She wills, wills.....

After closing her eyes and being silent for a long time, Sang opened her eyes from time to time and looked at the river lamp she put into the water, but it floated on the surface of the water and no longer floated.

Her expression was very cold, and the aura around her body dropped. With a wave of her sleeves, a strong force hit the water directly, and there was a splash on the calm lake, and the lights on the lake were almost overturned, and she couldn't tell which one she had just put in.

But as if he was still angry, Sang waved his hand again from time to time, and the large area of river lanterns instantly became fragmented, and sparks flew wildly.

Oh, some self-deceptive stuff.

...... What was that?

When she turned back, a simple house on the shore of the lake was blown into the air by the sparks from the river lamps and landed on the hay on the roof, and soon the fire spread. For a while, the lights in the room turned on instantly, accompanied by a few screams.

Sang smiled from time to time, he was really careless, but he seemed to be relieved. Moreover, the river lanterns in this lake burned their own dwellings in the human world, could it be someone else's wish?

She sat down slowly, smiling and groaning, holding her cheek in one hand, and looking at the family in a hurry.

After a while, a man slammed open the door, ran out with a soaked quilt, and when he reached the door, he opened the quilt, and a child of three or four years old was wrapped inside. The man saw Sang Wushi not far away, and said loudly, "Come and help!!"

She was stunned and looked around, "You're calling me?" as if a little incredulous. Hooking her lips, she continued, "Is it good?"

The man glanced at the indifferent Sang Wushi incredulously, and directly pushed the child out, and then rushed into the house again.

And the child who was pushed out staggered and fell to the ground, his face was full of tears, crying sincerely, "Woo...... Daddy....."

...... Sang Wushi looked at it and smiled again, it was really a very fragile creature, and he couldn't avoid a fire, why did such a thing exist?

In the light of the fire, the child's cry was sad and miserable, and it was particularly sad and permeating in this silent night.

She sat like this, and sat for a long time, and the man did not come out again, and by the great light of the fire, only the lonely child kept crying.

Sang got up from time to time, slowly paced in front of the child, she squatted down, her expression was a little weird, "Don't cry, why are you crying? Didn't you survive? You are better than all of them." You should be happy. ”

"Woo-woo-woo-" The child cried out loudly, as if he couldn't see Sang Wushi in front of him.

...... She resolutely got up and strode away, but suddenly stopped, turned back, her face was cold, she didn't know what kind of creature a child was, because, since she saw the world, she was an adult, and she didn't have that little process. So, she doesn't understand and doesn't want to understand.

She just didn't understand why he was crying, and even the weakest life would at least resist, and if they were really that important, why didn't he move? If he rushed in, maybe she would help. It's a pity, he just cries.

Turning around again, Sang Wushi's expression suddenly calmed down. Someone once told her that servility is innate, and once someone says that you are weak, over time, you will really think so. Then, even when others lend a helping hand to you, you don't dare to try and get closer, you will just stand in place so stupidly, miss the opportunity, and then, feel sorry for yourself and lose your instincts. Perhaps, not without reason.

There was a mournful complaint behind her, and the flames were soaring, and she lifted her steps to move forward, but stopped because she saw a person not far away.

The man stood at the stone steps not far from her, and the night wind blew his dark green coat, and lifted his black hair, which was mixed with the heat of the fire behind her, and caressed his cheeks with a little heat.

Sang Wushi looked at Qian Ye in front of him, he didn't know when he came, and he didn't know how long he had been standing here, and what he had seen. It's just that the moment she looked at him, a clear and clean smile immediately appeared on his face.

Sang Wushi watched his lips move, and then she heard him say very clearly, "Since you don't like it here, I'll take you to the place you like." That hand, the slender hand of Runyu, stretched out to her.

His smile was genuine and warm.