Chapter 62: Zhou Yi
Zhou Yi's expression looked respectful and polite, but there was a strange smile in his eyes, and his words were full of sharp needle-like ridicule.
In particular, the word "humiliation" sounds like it is coming out between your teeth.
The fifth Xiaolou couldn't help but want to lift the table and scold, she got up, stared down at Zhou Yi's slightly smiling eyes with wide eyes, and then she slowly sat down again, and her whole body strength seemed to have been drained.
Because Zhou Yi was indeed not wrong, the word humiliation could not even fully describe that period of time.
During her years in the Smoke and Rain Building, she not only learned many skills that were extremely shameful, but also met many people who made her sick but had to know.
If I hadn't remembered many poems from my previous life, perhaps something more humiliating had happened in those years, and this humiliation, even all the humiliations in the past, would not be as humiliated as one ten-thousandth.
It's just that she is used to all this, and time can indeed change many things, including the code of conduct that she once adhered to in her heart, and now she has learned to gradually forget, and has learned how to live optimistically in this world.
It's not a bad thing to be able to live well.
But the other person didn't think so, and making the jade broken and not the tile was the requirement he had always insisted on.
In Zhou Yi's hand, the amber wine in the jug seemed to never finish.
Now he poured another glass, took a big sip, and continued: "You have investigated your past, Yanyu Building is indeed not a good place, no wonder your old friend will choose to leave you." β
The flask on the table was empty, and the fifth small building poured a glass, but did not pour out the wine.
She stared at the empty glass, sighed, and said gloomily, "I don't have a choice. β
Zhou Yi said coldly: "You have countless choices, but you don't want to find them!"
The fifth small building didn't drink, but it seemed to be a little drunk.
Her eyes were misty, and she said slowly, "I have?"
Zhou Yi said: "There are countless choices every day, but you only choose to endure!"
He suddenly sneered again and said, "I see that you are not only indecisive, but also cowardly and afraid of death."
He paused, his eyes full of ridicule, and sneered, "Of course, I can't ask for too much, after all, you're just a woman." β
Every word was full of shame, every word was full of hostility, the fifth Xiaolou didn't refute, she really didn't know how to refute, she just felt that every word he said was extremely correct, as if she had fallen into a whirlpool of memories at once, and she didn't even wonder why this person knew so much about her past.
"Just a woman"
The fifth small building stood up, wanted to leave, wanted to escape, but sat down in a daze.
When she sat down, she looked like she was really drunk.
The scenes of her past life in her memories are replayed in her mind, relatives, friends, strangers, and even girlfriends from her past life, everyone is looking at her coldly, everyone is sarcastic about her, and the whole world is laughing at her.
"We don't have a shameful son like you in our family!"
"Hahahahaha, look at what you look like now, don't say you know me when we meet in the future. β
"The surname is Zhou, I really didn't expect you to be this kind of person, hurry up and stay away from me, you are too disgusting"
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Ridicule, insults, she didn't want to hear it, but she had to listen to it, every word was extremely clear in her mind, every word was like a sharp needle piercing her brain, she only felt a headache now, so painful that she even thought of dying.
She did really start thinking about it now, a problem she had tried so hard to avoid.
ββWhat is the point of living like this?
ββWill death be a relief?
- No one will remember me, no one will grieve for me, what am I living for?
Zhou Yi was still drinking, with a strange and cruel smile on his face, as if he was very satisfied with everything in front of him.
The dagger was on the table.
No one could pull out this sword, except for the fifth Xiaolou herself.
Now her hand had slowly grasped the hilt of the sword, tilted her head, and suddenly there were no waves in her eyes, quietly looking at the word "Aji" engraved crookedly at the end of the hilt.
Aggie Sword had begun to tremble.
Is it roaring?
Isn't it screaming?
If the sword has a spirit, will it be like a human being who values love and righteousness and is unwilling to unsheath?
It's a pity that a sword is just a sword after all, a dead thing after all, and it can only be used by people after all.
It appears to kill, and it exists only to kill, no matter who uses it, no matter who wants to kill.
Where the blade passed, there was no survivor!
The smile in Zhou Yi's eyes was even stronger, his eyes had narrowed into a thin slit, and the corners of his mouth were high and close to his ears, revealing two rows of white teeth.
He looked like a monster.
He's a monster indeed!
His existence is full of all kinds of weirdness and all kinds of coincidences.
The short sword was already slowly unsheathed, and the fifth Xiaolou had closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he was making a decision.
Zhou Yi's voice was suddenly full of bewitchment, and he roared softly: "Are you still afraid? Are you really in love with rouge, gauze skirts, jewelry, and men!? Do you really want to live in such humiliation!?"
The fifth Xiaolou said dumbfoundedly: "I don't, and I don't want to." β
Zhou Yi immediately said: "Then why don't you do it yet!"
The fifth Xiaolou said: "Before that, I only have one question I want to ask you. β
Zhou Yi said: "Oh?"
The fifth Xiaolou said slowly: "You, here, what's the hurry?"
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly opened her eyes, and there was no confusion in her eyes, and there was only a hint of firmness and a hint of ridicule in her eyes.
Zhou Yitu smiled again, the expression on his face suddenly returned to his previous calmness, and nodded: "Hmm? It's a little interesting." β
Fifth Xiaolou pulled out the sword from the sheath, pointed at him, and said lightly: "I don't know if this sword is still interesting when it pierces your throat?"
Zhou Yi ignored the short sword that was spitting sword qi in front of him, as if he hadn't seen anything, took a sip of the wine jug to his mouth, and laughed: "It seems that you are far smarter than I imagined." β
The fifth small building said: "People who are not smart will never survive now." β
Zhou Yi said: "Looks like I'm going to die soon?"
Fifth Xiaolou said lightly: "You don't look too smart. β
Zhou Yi took another sip of wine and said, "But you don't want to kill me yet." β
The fifth Xiaolou said: "Because before you die, I still have a few questions I want to ask you." β
Zhou Yi said: "What if I don't want to answer?"
The fifth Xiaolou said coldly: "You don't have a choice now!"
Zhou Yi suddenly laughed and said, "I'm a person who knows the times very well, not to mention that I'm in a good mood now, so you can ask quickly." β
The fifth Xiaolou said: "Why do you know everything about my past?"
Zhou Yi laughed, sprayed all the wine in his mouth on the table, and even bent down to cover his stomach and laughed, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
He laughed for a long time before he regained his strength, panting, and said with a smile: "Do you mean to learn to sing and dance in Yanyu Building, learn how to please men, and learn to make rouge in those days? You must know that you are the number one brand in Yanyu Building, and it is not difficult to inquire about this kind of thing." β
The fifth Xiaolou turned a deaf ear to this ridicule, and his voice did not see any waves, and asked lightly: "I mean the past." β
Zhou Yi paused and said, "In the past, you are in the Fifth General's Mansion."
Before he could finish speaking, this sentence was interrupted by the cold voice of the fifth small building: "I mean the past! β
No one can understand better than Zhou Yi what kind of past she refers to.
Zhou Yi's expression changed, he became extremely calm, his eyes suddenly rolled again, and he said lightly: "You must know that this kind of thing is not your patent, this big Zhou has no one besides you, of course, there are others." β
Although it was only his words, it seemed that he had said it in the past, and the fifth small building was not too suspicious.
The fifth Xiaolou was taken aback, and immediately said, "Who else!?"
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Don't you feel like an idiot yourself about this question?"
The fifth small building said: "Idiot?"
Zhou Yi smiled and said, "You know that I will never answer the question, but you still have to ask, isn't this an idiot?"
The fifth Xiaolou took a breath and said, "But why did you kill me?"
Zhou Yi shook his head and said leisurely: "No, no, no, it's not me who wants to kill you, but yourself." β
The fifth Xiaolou was surprised: "Why?"
Zhou Yi slowly plucked out his ears, cocked Erlang's legs again, and said, "Probably because you are very unhappy." β
The fifth Xiaolou said dumbfoundedly: "This is also a reason." β
This is indeed a reason, although it is a bit far-fetched.
Zhou Yi suddenly stood up, leaned his head over against the tip of the sword, and sneered: "I've seen that you've been unhappy for a long time, and it's not easy to see each other, of course I have to find a way to kill you!"
The fifth Xiaolou was also sneering and said, "I think you should find out first who killed who is killing who now!"
Zhou Yi squinted his eyes and stared at her, his eyes were full of provocation, and said, "I still don't know." β
Fifth Xiaolou also squinted his eyes and stared at him, although his strength had not yet fully recovered, he also used the little remaining strength to tense the muscles of his whole body.
"And now?"
As soon as she said three words, seven swords were stabbed out in a row!
These seven swords go up and down, left and right, seem to be plain, like exquisite, like the wind without any rules at all, but when the wind blows through the earth, who can dodge?
But she didn't stab a sword!
Zhou Yi's people are like a leaf, always slipping through his fingers when he is about to catch it, always dodging the deadliest sword at the most appropriate time, and he seems to be unwilling to use more strength at all.
He seemed to know where her sword was going to go!
He still had a faint smile on his face, he still had the flask in his hand, and he even raised his head to take a sip as he dodged the sword.