Deadly Merry [Rebirth]

Ming Yi knew that her thoughts were really selfish, but she couldn't think of a better solution.At this point in time, she is the only one who knows what will happen next, but she can't go around like a magic stick and say that she knows the future. She can only use her own way to avoid repeating the same mistakes as much as possible.

From Ming Yi's point of view, it doesn't matter if Tu Jiuer's heart is hurt now, it's to save her life.Temporary emotions, and eternal life, which is more important, she has her own sense of proportion.

Now that she knew she was wrong in the first place, she would not be so stupid as to make another mistake.

Tu Jiu'er half-kneeled on the ground, her eye circles were reddish, but she avoided looking directly at Ming Yi, and muttered, "But... I don't think you owe me, and you don't have to feel that way."

"That's what you owe me," Mingyi said without mercy, and his tone was like a steel needle piercing into people's hearts, "you annoy me every day, disturb my cultivation, and miss my big business. I never understand Said, thinking that you are a girl's family, so keep a little face, but don't think you can really be so disregarded and pester me, who is also a woman. You really don't know how bored I am? "

"Ayi, it's not like this last time you came to see me." Tu Jiu'er had tears in his eyes, and he spoke with a strong crying voice, "You said my tea was good, and you said I would Will come here often..."

"At that time, my mind was not clear, and my heart was only filled with guilt, but in the past ten days, I have thought clearly enough—" Ming Yi stopped in the middle of speaking, and swallowed the rest of the sentence, unwilling to continue talking.

"Ashamed... guilt?"

"...you don't understand anything." Ming Yi sighed softly, stood up, and brushed off the snow stained on his robe, "but... it's fine if you don't understand. I hope that you never understand."

"Do you have any secrets to hide?" Tu Jiu'er seemed to be drowning and caught a handful of straws as light as fluffy hairs, his eyes lit up with hope again, "If it's about the master's side...you don't have to say it, I understand."

Ming Yi looked at Tu Jiu'er helplessly. She really couldn't understand how Tu Jiu'er's brain grew, or could it be said that the structure of a fox's brain is different from that of a human's.

Tu Jiu'er continued talking to himself: "I knew that if Ayi really hated me so much, why would she hold an umbrella for me for several days and nights? How is it possible? Although she didn't like to talk before, she always It's that kind of indifferent attitude, the last time we met was also pleasant, how could he suddenly be so fierce...it must be pressure from the master, it must be..."

"I think you can even sing a play on the stage by yourself." Ming Yi looked at her, with a bit of pity on her face, and more complicated ones.

"Speaking of which, did Ayi read the playbook I copied by hand?" Tu Jiu'er suddenly raised his head, his face full of innocence, as if he really just thought of that playbook.

But people with discerning eyes are not blind, so no one knows whether this person is really careless, or is he just pretending to be crazy and mentioning other things, trying to forcefully skip the previous topic.

Forget it, there is a limit to everything, maybe it's not a day or two that can make her give up.

Besides, as a dignified Qingqiu ethnic group, I would rather pretend to be confused than to cut off future contacts with myself. This attitude is really humble to the bottom of the dust.

Ming Yi pursed her lips, then let go, and followed Tu Jiu'er's words and replied, "Look, it's okay."

Seeing this, Tu Jiu'er confirmed the set of thoughts in his heart. He felt that Mingyi must have said something wrong, so he happily got up from the ground and said, "You like it? I'll go down the mountain tomorrow. Make a few more copies."

"Anything you want." Ming Yi casually said perfunctorily, taking a look at the sky, it was already very late.There will be another morning class tomorrow morning, and the copy of the "Sword Chapter" ordered by the master has not been written yet, so she has to go back immediately.

After taking two steps, the little fox behind him began to chatter again:

"Ayi, are you leaving?"

"...Did I tell you, don't call me Ayi again." Ming Yi didn't stop or turn her head, but as expected, she heard the ding ding dong dong following behind her the sound of.

"Have you said that? I don't remember. Why not, I think it sounds good."

"...I don't think it sounds good."

"But why..."

"Don't ask any more." Mingyi looked bored, so she had to turn to Tu Jiuer and explain in a serious manner, "Ayi, don't you think it sounds like auntie? Dad, aunt, uncle, aunt, sounds nice Is it?"

Tu Jiuer rolled his eyes, and replied hesitantly, "Actually...it's okay."

"..." Ming Yi didn't know whether to laugh or to be angry, so she could only sigh that if it is true as the ancient saying, if you are not of my race, your heart must be 'different'.

Tu Jiu'er looked at Ming Yi's increasingly ugly face, and hurriedly said: "Then what do you like? Yi'er? Yiyi? Well... I am the third eldest at home, and everyone calls me Sansan at home. The sect is a senior disciple, so what about Yiyi? Hey...but doesn't Yiyi sound the same as Yiyi..."

Mingyi directly pinched a formula, sealed off her sense of hearing, and felt that the world was instantly clean.

After a long time, a vague voice squeezed into her ear:

"Ayi, I didn't intentionally break your spell, nor did I intentionally disturb your purity. I just wanted to say that I just thought about it for a long time, and I still think Ayi sounds better."

Why did Tu Jiuer look so stupid today?Or, she has always been stupid, but she just found out today?

After passing the threshold guarded by the back mountain, Tu Jiu'er was finally blocked from the Yuxu barrier.Mingyi rubbed her ears, extremely regretted listening to Fengxue's words and going to the back mountain, and also extremely regretted believing Aman's words and going to Sajin Lake.

By the time she returned to her room, it was already past Xu o'clock in the evening, and it was less than eight hours before the morning class.She tidied things up and down, put a basin of hot water under the desk, and rolled her trousers above her knees. While soaking her feet to relieve her fatigue, she leaned over the desk and wrote quickly.

At the end of the first pass, a voice suddenly came from behind:

"Ayi, what's wrong with your knee? Why is it so swollen?"

Mingyi threw the pen away, pulled up the hem of her clothes in embarrassment to cover her exposed calf, and said angrily, "Who taught you this? Are women's feet free to look at?"

Tu Jiu'er bent down and lay on Ming Yi's table, her eyes swept over the sword badge she just copied: "I saw that you were limping a little while ago, I wanted to ask but I was afraid you would get angry, so I could only follow you secretly .”

"Where are the two disciples in Houshan?"

"Aman helped me hold it back." Tu Jiu'er nodded approvingly at Ming Yi's words, then straightened up and stared at her covered knee, "Is he kneeling? That old man is really annoying, I know to bully you."

Ming Yi's face became darker, and he said coldly: "It's not your turn to comment on the head of our Yuxu Palace."

"You're so stupid. Since it's a penalty copy, why use block letters like this? It's so laborious to write stroke by stroke." Tu Jiu'er skillfully pulled a blank sheet of paper out of Mingyi's pile of books. , with that proficient appearance, I don't know how many times I have been here secretly.

She took the pen, wrote a few words on the paper, and said, "Look, let me teach you how to write cursive, okay? The old man will punish you again, just write like this, and you can write very fast."

As soon as the pen was lifted and the ink on the paper was still wet, Ming Yi grabbed the paper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the ground.

Tu Jiu'er held the pen in embarrassment, timidly put it back on the pen holder, and whispered, "I'm sorry, I was reckless."

"Don't you find it annoying?" Mingyi raised his arms and narrowed his eyes, "You don't, I don't. Get out."

"You are in a bad mood today, I just want to..."

"go out."

Tu Jiu'er grabbed the hem of her skirt, resisted the soreness in her eyes, lingered for a moment, and then chose to leave with her head down.