big master, big liar

When he was in Wuyun Temple, Ji Yunxi did not associate Jingkong with Ye Jianqing. After all, Jingkong had already died at that time, and only Song Xuan could see Jingkong's appearance from Jueyuan's memory.

After returning to Shengjing, Ji Yunyi's downfall, and Ji Yunxi counting up the old accounts, he discovered the connection.

For Jue Yuan, it makes no difference.

Back then, Jue Xing murdered Qing Kong with his own hands, and Ji Yunyi planned all of this, but it was originally because of Ji Yunxi's use.

They all deserve to be damned.

Ji Yunxi was too aware of all this, so there was such lingering sadness.

"Song Xuan, I said it a long time ago." Ji Yunxi's expression was not heartbroken or beating his chest, but it was real and calm. "I deserve to die. I live, and people die because of me. It has always been like this."

"But even so, I want to live." He laughed softly. "Song Xuan, isn't this scary?"

He touched Song Xuan with his slightly cool fingers, but it seemed as if he was burned, and he was about to withdraw in an instant.

Song Xuan grabbed his hand and pressed his lips to his.

It was a kiss without the slightest lust, but very warm.

Song Xuan said: "It is very scary, because I also want you to live."

"I don't believe that anyone is born with a sin. If there is, then I'm guilty with you."

Ji Yunxi's vision was a little fuzzy, and he complained in a low voice: "Song Xuan, you are always so soft-hearted that I tied you to death."

He let go of his heart and exposed everything in front of Song Xuan, and he did not have the intention to win sympathy.

But whose fault is this?This person always made him fall into it, unable to extricate himself.

He is indeed guilty with him.

Song Xuan said softly: "I am willing."

He's not that soft-hearted with everyone.

Ji Yunxi snorted softly, the trance and despair faded from his eyes, as if waking up from a dream: "I don't want to kill him."

"Ah."

"I asked them to temporarily put him under house arrest first, so we can't treat him harshly." Ji Yunxi still had unrelieved fatigue in his eyes. "As for Zhaoye Terrace, let Wen Chaoyan take over for now."

Since Zhao Yetai was established, there have been two teams.The cruel official on the surface is Jue Yuan, who is in charge of extorting confessions by torture, interrogation and torture on the surface, most of which are related to human life.

And the eagle dog who collects information underground and masters the secrets is Wen Chaoyan.

Sometimes Song Xuan couldn't help thinking, if he really brought Ji Yunxi to Sifang City back then, I'm afraid that this person must become a hero now.

Song Xuan patted his hand: "If you still can't untie it now, let it go for now, maybe there will be a way in the future."

Although he also knows very well that this is just comfort.They all know the weight of Jing Kong to Jue Yuan, this hatred is a knot that can never be released.

Ji Yunxi smiled: "Okay."

With that said, Ji Yunxi called Zhu Yang in and gave him instructions one by one.

Zhu Yang's demeanor was even lower than theirs, and he usually dealt with Jue Yuan, so he couldn't figure out what Jue Yuan's motives were.

On the contrary, Ji Yunxi's initial exhaustion and depression had disappeared without a trace, and he didn't want Song Xuan to follow him into this endless depression.

When Zhu Yang withdrew, Song Xuan suddenly thought of something: "Wait... 12 years old, I remember you said that someone predicted that you would... die before 12 years old?"

Ji Yunxi said with a smile: "From now on, it's just nonsense."

Song Xuan suddenly felt a little strange.

It seems that he is naturally sensitive to deception, and he vaguely realizes that such words are not like pure magic tricks.

"But..." Song Xuan felt an inexplicable incongruity. "If there is no clearance..."

If there was no headroom, Ye Jianqing would not have discovered that Ji Yunxi was poisoned, not a disease.

Ji Yunxi would indeed die at the age of 12, from the poison of her own mother.

"There is no if," Ji Yunxi said. "I have experienced countless lives and deaths over the years, and each time I was close to death, each time I may die, and each time there is no if."

"Just say that when I was 16 years old, if I hadn't met you, wouldn't I have died as well?"

What Ji Yunxi said was not unreasonable, Song Xuan himself had used this kind of prophecy trick.

Song Xuan frowned and nodded, but still asked: "Where is the Huguo Temple? What does this monk look like?"

Ji Yunxi thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't remember clearly, I heard that for a while, I was once a resident in the palace, but I hadn't returned to the palace at that time, so I don't know what it was like."

"As for the Huguo Temple...there is no Huguo Temple in this world." Ji Yunxi said. "Where is it? That is Huguo Temple."

It's just that no one knows where Liao is.

Song Xuan sighed, thinking that the prophecy is true or false, it should be impossible to tell.

Ji Yunxi couldn't help making fun of him: "Brother himself is a master of making things up, and now he's scared by others no matter what."

"If I care about it, it will cause chaos," Song Xuan couldn't help but slap him. "I let you pick up a joke, next time you will see who is still worried about you."

Ji Yunxi knew that he was just a fake tiger, so he pretended to be pitiful: "I was wrong."

Song Xuan had a serious face: "If you make a mistake, it's over?"

Ji Yunxi stared at him, with a knowing smirk on the corner of his mouth.

"Come here to receive the punishment." Song Xuan said.

Ji Yunxi approached with a smile: "Huh?"

Song Xuan stretched out his hand, pulled him into his arms, and hugged him comfortably, as if hugging a soft quilt: "Come with me for a rest."

Ji Yunxi's past troubled him so much, and only touching him could relieve him a little. This person would no longer be bullied alone.

Ji Yunxi was stunned for a moment, with a hint of warmth in his eyes, but he complained: "Is that so?"

As he said that, he suddenly heard a muffled slapping sound, a subtle dull pain spread to his nerves, and it was actually a hit on his buttocks.

Ji Yunxi's eyes widened.

"Be honest." Song Xuan said helplessly, hugging him even tighter.

Her whole body smelled like medicine, and she was a little too thin.

You can't make this person think too much, or I'm afraid you'll really lose weight.

Song Xuan didn't mean anything else, but some people always think wrong when they should think wrong.

Ji Yunxi couldn't help biting Song Xuan's ear, her eyes were dangerous and ambiguous: "Brother, I hold grudges very much."

Song Xuan didn't pay attention to him, closed his eyes, and pretended that he had already.

Ji Yunxi didn't struggle: "Sooner or later, I will get it back."

"You can try it," Song Xuan's voice suddenly sounded. "See how long I can keep you."

"Forever." Ji Yunxi smiled softly.

There was no sound over there.

Ji Yunxi turned her head, only to find that Song Xuan was pretending to be asleep again.

Mr. Song seems to be a first-rate rascal.