Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

Let Hua Shiyu have a short and worry-free life.

I want to use a dream to easily eliminate the demon emperor's resentment.

It’s really worry-free.

The petals in his hand seemed to have sharp thorns, which dug into Yun Ci's palm, and soon a drop of blood came out.

Yun Ci closed his hands without changing his expression.

There is no pattern in the dream. One moment it was a scene of perfect spring, but in the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with snow.

Yun Ci, who was still on the street, was now standing in a courtyard. There was a tree planted in the corner of the courtyard, with some round, red buds on the branches.

The heavy snow like goose feathers slowly fell from the sky, making the entire dream covered with clean white.

The peach blossom petals were buried on the ground by snowflakes, and Yun Ci suddenly heard the creak of the door opening next to him.

She turned her head and happened to meet the eyes of Hua Shiyu, who was already in her teens.

The cloth clothes were replaced by a thick cotton-padded jacket, with a circle of white rabbit fur sewn at the collar.

The cold wind made Hua Shiyu shrink her neck, and the white air she exhaled caused the snow falling in the air to deviate a little further.

It was also at this time that Hua Shiyu asked, "Who are you?"

The ground was shaken by the hurricane, as if the dream was about to collapse because of the sight of Yun Ci, an outsider.

"I've seen you before," Hua Shiyu hid herself at the door, her eyes defensive, "Why don't you look older? Who are you?"

I didn't expect Hua Shiyu to be so defensive even in her dreams.

No wonder she was the only one who deliberately bypassed Yun Ci's location when they first met.

Yun Ci didn't know how to answer for a while.

But there was a knock on the courtyard door, and a male voice came: "Is the girl from the Hua family here? I'm here to give you something."

The surroundings were silent for a moment, and the snowflakes continued to fall following their previous trajectory.

A trace of doubt flashed in Hua Shiyu's eyes, and then she seemed to have forgotten the conversation just now, and turned her eyes to the courtyard door: "Here we come."

Yun Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

Hua Shiyu breathed into her hands before stepping into the snow.

Behind the door is the boy who helped Hua Shiyu move books before. Now he is taller and looks a lot darker, but he has a clean temperament.

Seeing the door being opened, the boy immediately looked away and handed out the stuff in his hand: "I hunted some...oh no, it's my mother! My mother said that I can use these game meats for you, sister, to replenish your health."

There are a bunch of mountain animals tied up with hemp ropes, and the difficult ones have been dealt with first. There is also a basket of snow-white rabbits huddled together.

Seeing the flash of love in Hua Shiyu's eyes, the boy said, "I think girls will like these rabbits. Rabbits are easy to raise."

It seemed that raising rabbits was what he was good at, and he no longer stuttered when he spoke, and he nonchalantly taught Hua Shiyu how to raise a litter of rabbits in the winter.

Hua Shiyu took the basket from Xiaozi's hand, stretched out her hand and gently touched the warm hair, with a smile on her lips.

Young people in their teens are enthusiastic and cautiously waiting for a flower to bloom.

For a mortal woman, having a sincere relationship is also a perfect ending.

"The donor shouldn't be here."

A male voice came from behind.

Yun Ci turned around and saw a Buddhist disciple sitting under the tree. His golden robes were spotless, with a scroll of scriptures on his knees and snow piled up on his face.

He had already guessed the identity of the person hidden in the dream, so Yun Ci was not surprised when he saw it.

He only replied: "Fozi's redemption is too false and only stays on the surface."

"Really?" The rosary beads spinning on the fingertips stopped for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal, "It sounds like the donor has a better way."

"This dream you weaved is indeed very warm." Yun Ci shook his head and said, "But the Demon King does not need this so-called love."

The flawless love between childhood sweethearts is indeed attractive.

But the Demon King doesn't need this.

How could a tortured woman expect the affection a man would give her?

"It can't heal the scars in her heart."

"The donor was wrong."

The Buddha lowered his eyes, brushed off the fallen snow on the scriptures, and whispered: "I am not using this method to save people. There are thousands of ways to save sentient beings. This dream only exists because the flower donor once asked My word."

When he was talking, Buddha never raised his eyes to look at the Hua Shiyu at the gate of the courtyard.

He only stared at the scriptures on his lap, but in his mind was the scene he saw in the dark dungeon.

In the pile of corpses that exuded a stench, Hua Shiyu huddled up with her legs in her arms and asked him only: "They say that humans and monsters have different paths. What is the difference between humans and monsters?"

In fact, he couldn't answer this question.

The butcher who has taken the lives of several innocent people only needs to abandon evil and do good, and his past sins will disappear.

But what the world calls a heinous demon has practiced good deeds for thousands of years, and in the end he can only be punished with the word "monster".

There seemed to be a world of difference between the two from the beginning.

"I couldn't answer it at the time, and I couldn't just watch the flower donor commit murder."

"So you created this dream and gave her enough goodwill?" Yun Ci asked, "The neighbors all like the flower girl. But this dream of yours will only tell them that there is a huge difference between humans and monsters."

After Hua Shiyu woke up from her dream, she would only feel that she had such a beautiful past just because she was a 'person' in her dream.

Because she is human, she feels kindness.

But in reality, she is a demon, a demon that has been tortured and covered with scars.

Yun Ci said: "Aren't you trying to kill your heart?"

"Maybe." Buddha put away the scripture, "But this dream is not just my handwriting."

He finally looked up, and his features were somewhat similar to those of the young man outside the courtyard.

"Wanting to live a lifetime as a human being is the thought in Hua Shiyu's heart." Buddha's eyes fell on the smiling Hua Shiyu, "I just gave you a dream. How to grow and how to go on in it are all... It’s up to the flower donor to decide.”

"...It's the flower donor who wants to be a human being."

After all, Hua Shiyu is the master of this dream.

She wanted to try what would be different if she were a human being.

That's why I had this dream.

"Dream." Yun Ci raised his hand and took a piece of cold snowflake, "But the dream is fake after all."

The snowflakes were melted into water by the warmth of the palm, dripping along the lines of the palm, and were blown away by the wind before they even hit the ground.

Yun Ci whispered: "Trapped Hua Shiyu in a false past is not saving her."

"The reason why I found the flower donor is because she is my fate." Fuzi recited the Buddha's name, clenched his fist and pressed it against his chest, "Trapped in this dream... More than just flower donors.”

The sound of the young people talking outside the courtyard door drifted to the ears of the two people in the courtyard with the wind.

There is no way to hide the love in it.

Fozi, who had the same appearance, clutched his chest tightly, trying to suppress his heartbeat that was no longer under his control.

"Dreams day after day, for many lifetimes." Buddha said with a bitter smile, "But I haven't found a way to end my fate."

"In this world...there is no way to have both ends."