Yi Shui woke up, wrapped all over his body like a zongzi.

The terrible paleness of his pale face due to excessive blood loss was certainly not only the cause of excessive blood loss.

Seven steps cautiously told him that he had been asleep for three days. The dream has been...

Yi Shui had no expression, and even his eyes were dull.

The scholar stood in the doorway, hanging his head slightly, as if he was dozing off.

The monk's expression was no different from usual, as if the dream was dead, it was just a sentence as light as white water to him.

Seeing Yi Shui wake up, he just glanced at it flatly, without a tense nervous relaxed expression, and no words to make him mourn.

Just like everything is logical, Guimeng should leave Yishui in this way.

All in all, there was no time when he was more indifferent than he was now, more like a real monk.

A monk who has no compassion and is enlightened.

The room was silent, and the last thing that broke the silence was the monk's mobile phone ringtone, and he actually changed the mobile phone ringtone to the Great Compassion Mantra.

The monk answered the phone, spoke, and hung up.

The face is as flat as ever.

When he walked out of the ward, he also said to Yi Shui as usual: "I'll go out for a while." ”

Yi Shui met his gaze, the monk's eyes were very cloudy, not at all like the shrewdness and calculation in his usual days.

Yi Shui smiled reluctantly and said, "I'm sorry." ”

The monk's body shook and said, "It's okay. ”

Qibu and the scholar watched the monk leave, Qibu frowned, and the scholar was slightly curious. His interest in the monk is even greater, and this calm and self-contained teenager seems to have reached another level, which makes him a little unpredictable.

Seven steps raised his eyebrows, and said in an incredible tone, "Is there really such a ruthless person in the Blood Moon?"

Yi Shui said quietly: "You don't know him. ”

His voice was dry, as if he had recovered from a serious illness. It's like a spirit whispering in the middle of the night, which makes people wonder.

Seven steps looked at him in surprise.

Yi Shui shook his head, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The monk wore glasses and sat on the bus without stopping his pen.

All of his energy was on the A4 paper in his hand.

A pair of eyes, cold and deep are soft and affectionate eyes that people can't bear to touch, Li Han's eyes, he is lonely and curled up in the center of the paper, helpless and lonely.

A pair of hands, firm and slender hands, Xu Yifei's hands, she is always so lively, pouting and standing sideways with both hands gesturing to pinch Li Han's face.

A knife, a knife with a narrow blade glowing with cold light, a knife with easy water, he turned his back to Li Han, only half of his face was exposed, and the corners of his mouth were lonely smiles.

The fist, full of explosive power and the momentum of the forward! Long Guan's fist, he leaned against Li Han's side, staring at his fist, as if looking down on the whole world.

Daggers, dark daggers without luster, daggers that exude the breath of death. The dagger of the evil spirit, he stood in front of Li Han with a half-bowed body, his expression focused and his eyes firm.

Laughter, a heartwarming laugh. Wang Luojie's smile, he stood aside, looking at the others with a smile. Eyes blazing!

Glasses, glasses that cover the eyes. The monk who couldn't be understood squatted silently beside Li Han, the expression on his face was very blurry, and his eyes hidden behind the optical lenses seemed to have a flickering light.

The monk lifted his glasses, and the stiff lines on his face gradually softened, and finally turned into a knowing smile.

"Good drawing, young man. How about I sell it to me for a good price?" the old man sitting next to the monk looked at the monk's painting and exclaimed.

The monk smiled and shook his head and said, "This is the most perfect one I have drawn, and I want to keep it for myself." ”

The old man's face showed reminiscence: "Memories, that is really a precious treasure. When you reach my age, you may feel a lot of things... It's all predestined. ”

The movement of the monk's hand paused, his eyes met the old man's eyes that seemed to be able to speak, and he bowed his head deeply and said respectfully: "Thank you for the old man's guidance." ”

The old man smiled and said, "I can see your choice, and I know that you are very contradictory, but there is a give-and-take." Do everything according to your heart. ”

The monk woke up and muttered, "Do you follow your heart?"

He thought of Wang Luojie again, this son of a family who has always been ignorant of the world in his eyes seems to know himself better than himself, he analyzed himself at a glance, did Wang Luojie have expected this result a long time ago?

It's just that the price is too great.

Why did he have to wait until Guimeng died to wake up, why did he entangle the chaos for so long?

The old man looked at the monk kindly, his gaze had an urge to make people want to bow and worship, this kind of sight with a strong aggression did not work on the monk, and he also subconsciously ignored the malice contained in this sight, in fact, he had reached another bottleneck, and after the epiphany, it was another realm.

When the car arrived, the monk stood up, bowed to the old man, and said sincerely: "The old man's golden and jade good words, the kid has been taught, I don't know the old man's name?"

The old man smiled and babbled and sang the play: "I'm afraid I've fallen for a clever trick." Looking back, I talked about the attendants, and the old man heard it clearly: the city has set up these thousand plans, and the chess meets the opponent..."

The monk was confused when he heard this, and thought that the old man was unwilling to speak, so he got out of the car by himself.

The monk pondered the old man's words all the way, and he definitely didn't believe that this strange old man had no intention of finding him, but he couldn't guess the identity of this old man.

Looking at his clothes and dressing like an ordinary old man, but the unangry and arrogant look between his eyebrows, the inadvertent demeanor of his gestures, and the vicissitudes of his tone made the monk dare not underestimate him.

Especially after coming into contact with the dragon among people like Mengtuo Qibu, he didn't dare to underestimate anyone, who knew what kind of terrible identity this old man of unknown origin would become when they met next time.

There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the sky!

The monk could only sigh helplessly.

Tang Xian's eyebrows were about to stand up, especially when she saw the monk's slow appearance, her anger didn't come out.

"What's the matter, I haven't seen you for three days, and you still know how to put up a fight?" Tang Xian waited for the monk to walk up to her before she said with a sneer.

The monk whispered: "Guimeng is dead, Yi Shui was seriously injured, and he only woke up today." I got your call and rushed over. ”

Tang Xian was stunned for a moment, and immediately became even more angry: "If I don't call you, won't you take the initiative to contact me?

Tang Xian only cared about what she said, and didn't notice that the monk's face was becoming more and more ugly.

"Don't speak ill of dreams. The monk interrupted her.

"You dare to interrupt me?" Tang Xian was really surprised, the monk had always been obedient in front of her, she was used to giving orders, and she never thought that the monk would resist one day, "You interrupted me because of that dead man?"

Tang Xian was furious and said without hesitation: "Do you have an innocent relationship with her?" ”

She shuddered abruptly after speaking, because the monk's eyes were so terrifying.

The monk looked at her, his eyes only momentarily hideous, and then regained his clarity. He suddenly felt that he was very ridiculous, knowing that Tang Xian's identity was not ordinary and pretending to be confused, thinking that he could deceive himself by deceiving himself.

It's ridiculous...

The monk looked at her, still slowly, and said, "Please, don't speak ill of her." ”

"I'll just say what's wrong with her?" Tang Xian said weakly, "What's the matter?"

The monk slowly raised his hand and lowered it gently.

picked up the painting drawn on the car and handed it to Tang Xian, and whispered, "Give it to you." ”

Tang Xian took it suspiciously, opened it and looked at it, and said disdainfully with a momentary shock: "What is this?" ”

The monk smiled, snatched it and said, "This is just a group of ordinary people who are working hard for their dreams. ”

With that, he turned and left.

"Hey, where are you going?" Tang Xian panicked.

Li Han said. The monk continued to walk expressionlessly, "We are not people of the world. ”

Tang Xian stomped his feet angrily: "He's a psychopath." I tell you, if you dare to leave today, I promise you will never see me again. ”

The monk said indifferently: "If you don't see it, you won't see it." ”

The monk hummed a little tune softly, and a smile gradually appeared on his face.

He casually stopped a girl passing by, stuffed the painting in his hand into her hand, and in the surprised eyes of the other party, turned the corner of the street and disappeared into the sea of people.

The girl opened the painting in her hand, and the seven people on the screen seemed to be looking at her and laughing.

"Yue'er, what are you doing in a daze?" she was woken up by her companions, and she couldn't see the monk anymore.

She pointed in the direction the monk left and said, "A strange person passed by just now, stuffed me with a painting and left." ”

"Huh, you don't have a fever, do you?"

The monk returned to the hospital and was at the door just in time for Yi Shui to come out with the seven-step scholar.

The monk's eyebrows raised: "Can't stop it?"

Yi Shui nodded and said hollowly: "Go back, I want to improve myself as soon as possible." ”

The monk snapped his fingers meaninglessly and said, "Whatever you want." ”

When passing by the business hall, the monk went in and bought a calling card, pulled out the old card and put on the new card, and laughed unconsciously there.

"What?" said Seven Steps with a wicked smile on his face.

"Nothing. "The monk was calm.

"Started in the afternoon. The monk's face was natural, "I'm back to training." Let's step up. ”

"If you can handle it, I'm okay with that. The scholar smiled lazily.

Seven steps made a vague gesture to Yi Shui, and Yi Shui saw it and pretended not to see it.

After eating at noon, the monk called Wang Luojie.

Shutdown.

Evil spirits too.

beat Li Han, and after half a day, he was detained.

It wasn't until more than an hour later that Li Han called back.

"Which one. ”

"Me. The monk couldn't help frowning when he heard Li Han's voice.

"Monk, why did you change your number?" Li Han's voice was a little narrow.

"Nothing. Tell you something. ”

Li Han was silent, and after a while, Li Han said in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Return to the dream... He's dead. ”

Li Han didn't reply, and a few minutes later, a blind tone came from the phone.

The monk held up the phone and was stunned for a long time.

It was the scholar who woke him up.

"Seven steps, the nightmare said that Wang Luojie is dead. Yi Shui didn't dare to exercise vigorously, and the wound solidified and had not yet scabbed.

The seven-step movement froze, and the three points said unnaturally: "Do you believe the words of the nightmare?"

Yi Shui looked at Qibu with empty eyes: "Then what are you nervous about?"

Seven steps to a wordless rebuttal.

"Can't Xiaoyao and Xingyin protect the two of them?" Yi Shui was neither angry nor sad, but ordinary people were so indifferent to passer-by.

"I don't know. "Seven steps just stop," the two of them were entangled by Chen Zhen. ”

"Chen Zhen. Yi Shui muttered, "One person can entangle the two of them." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Seven Steps was upset, "You doubt us?"

"Hmm. Yi looked at him quietly, not sad or happy.

Qibu choked and sneered: "If we want to let you die, you don't have the slightest chance of living! In our eyes, you are not even ants, is it necessary to play a conspiracy against you?"

"I don't believe you. Yi Shui was still so dead, "Maybe they were being used as a shield by Xiaoyao or Xingyin." ”

"Yi Shui!" Seven Steps was furious, "You don't want to get an inch. ”

Yi Shui's zombie-like face was indescribably resolute: "I hope it is as you say." ”