There is one thing, Huaxin knows that Shuyi and her tacitly know that they are not dead this time, not by luck, but that the person behind the scenes has scruples and can't kill him.

She probably guessed a reason, she remembered that sunny afternoon, Qing Jiuying once said conclusively, whether it was the poison of devouring gods or the tragedy of drunkenness, Qingyin was the black hand behind everything.

And Qingyin, the yellow-haired girl, if there is no help behind her, how can she succeed alone?

The most suspicious is none other than her master and Guang Tongchen.

Huaxin knows that in this life, he is Junyi, but he has always been a person from Qingcheng, not to mention that he did not recover his memory before, even if he went to Beichuan later and remembered everything, he still maintained the habit of being with the light and dust, liked to drink Qingcheng's wine, and never forgot his homeland.

And only he will know about the spirit grass.

She even wondered if it was because he wanted to return to her too much, so he deliberately let her be riddled with poison and die, so in the end, in order to save her, Shuyi still had to beg him.

But when she thought of Heguang Tongchen's handsome eyebrows and gentle smile, she couldn't doubt him.

couldn't break free of Shuyi's embrace, she had to shrink into Shuyi's arms, shaking her head desperately, and muttering, "He won't, never, I know him"

"You only know him, why don't you understand this king?" The curved arc of the corners of Shuyi's mouth slowly cooled down, cold to the bone.

His bony hands clenched Huaxin's shoulders, almost crushing her, and the emotions in his eyes were cathartic, heavy and complicated, full of endless pain.

Huaxin couldn't help but be stabbed by the pain in his eyes, but he didn't dare to reach out to caress it.

She really didn't know him.

She doesn't know that in this world, even if there are others who love her deeply, such as Jun Yin, such as being with the light and dust, and looking for joy at night in the future, but they don't just love her, they still have the world in their hearts after all, they still care about the world, they also know compassion, and they know how to make trade-offs.

And Shuyi's life, like a red underworld, only knows how to be affectionate.

He was only born for her, lived for her, and was willing to die for her.

"Painting the heart, in this life, even if this king can't ask for it, he will never let go. Shuyi arrogantly and unreasonably crossed the line she drew between them, even with their names and surnames, gritted their teeth, and said murderously, "If you go to hell, this king will go to hell, you will become a demon, and this king will also become a demon, whether you are alive or dead, a god or a demon, the six realms and ten directions, you don't want to be half a step away from this king!"

The eyebrows trembled slightly, and he didn't know how to respond to his ruthless gentleness, so he had to be silent and indifferent.

Even if Shuyi didn't care that she had two hearts, she could never pretend that nothing had happened in the past few months, and deceive herself to renew the old friendship with him, and her love was the same.

What's more, Shuyi has already set out to thoroughly investigate the affairs of Qingcheng, and with his ruthless style, he will definitely not give up.

The wheels rolled away, and Shuyi didn't care whether the silent painting heart listened or not, he still whispered softly, talking to himself: "Xin'er, as long as you stay by this king's side, this king will protect you, no matter when, no matter where"

Huaxin listened expressionlessly, and when he finished making noise, he looked up at her, and the smile on his lips was faint: "The three of them have become tigers, accumulating and destroying bones, the past is different, the truth is difficult to find, and now I am still alive, and if it is over, let it all pass, what do you think?"