The tree attracts thunder

This is the third full moon without Duan Jing.

The fruit has become more and more like a baby, and its size is ridiculously large, almost the size of a watermelon.Shen Yue often heard the cry of the baby in the middle of the night, and his nerves were almost weakened.

There is nothing more terrifying in this world than watching yourself step by step into the abyss of death.

Probably listening to babies cry in the middle of the night.

Shen Yue, who had no killing intent because of death, almost didn't think of strangling Guozi to death because of the crying in the middle of the night. When he was woken up again this night, Shen Yue stared at Guozi for a long time, and finally rolled up his sleeves angrily and left. Determined to retreat three points.

Enjoy the moon!Brother Shen went to watch the moon!

The clear spring is like water, with sparkling waves, and the moonlight is reflected in the water, full of softness and gracefulness.

Shen Yue walked to the stream and took off his mask for the first time. The scars on his face were still mottled and visible, but he was so numb that he could no longer feel the pain.In fact, Shen Yue could no longer remember his original appearance, but it should not be much different from this appearance.

The air seemed to be much more solemn, and the thick bloody smell came with thunder and water vapor.

The thunder that was originally buried under the tree roots seemed to be touched, and the pain became more and more severe. Shen Yue couldn't help but stretched out his hand to cover the half of his destroyed face, but the palm of his hand was scorched by the thunder.Someone's palm was cold, and he brushed away Shen Yue's weak hand, and gently pressed it on his ugly face. Lei Ting immediately became as obedient as a domestic dog, and quietly quieted down.

Shen Yue smelled an unusually strong smell of blood.

"Hua Xia Nu." The long sword in Duan Jing's other hand was unwashed, and the dark red sword was dripping with black red liquid, which had an unbearable stench.

"Duanjing." Although Shen Yue frowned slightly, he didn't back away. He looked thoughtfully at Duanjing who was obviously wrong, and said in a gentle voice, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm so sad." Duan Jing suddenly leaned slightly, leaning on Shen Yue's shoulder and said bitterly, "Wu Xia died, but I can't find an enemy to avenge."

"So you started killing?" Shen Yue asked calmly, then tried hard to think who Wuxia was, and finally remembered that it was the friend Duan Jing had mentioned once, nicknamed Qin Demon.

Duan Jing's voice suddenly turned cold, and he said hoarsely: "I killed all the people who deserved to be killed, greedy, violent and vicious people. I didn't kill anyone by mistake. There are always hidden flowers, and it is the easiest to incite people's hearts. However, Wuxia has held the piano for several years and has not changed. Others have only had it for a few days, but they have smashed their heads, and they have completely disregarded their friendship for many years. It is really disgusting and despicable. It is so despicable, how can it be called a friend, how can it be called a relationship."

This is human nature. A person like Bai Wuxia who is so pure and self-evident is the reincarnation of the holy father, the rare giant panda is like a national treasure, but it is no wonder that Duan Jing is angry.

Shen Yue, who had never seen it before but had heard of the fame of Uninterrupted Flowers, couldn't help but sighed, and stretched out his arms around Duanjing without hesitation. His spiritual power was as gentle as spring, and when it radiated slightly, it made people calm down.Flowers and plants will grow when they touch spiritual power, and a sea of ​​flowers will cover the ground in just a short moment. Shen Yue patted Duanjing's back and comforted him: "Take a good rest."

In fact, Shen Yue can understand Duan Jing's feelings quite well. Duan Jing seems to be a very cold and withdrawn person in the sect, and there are only four friends who can talk and laugh on weekdays. Once the relationship is concentrated, the natural loss will become more and more painful. .His sect and apprentice Si Rui only needed him to be tall enough, and the rest of his friends were also feeling sad when they thought about it now. For Duan Jing, probably only herself, a flower slave, could confide a thing or two.

Yue Mo was really tired, Duan Jing soon fell asleep with her pillow on Shen Yue's leg.

Speaking of which... Duan Jing looks really...

Shen Yue couldn't help touching Duanjing's face, and gently touched every part of Duanjing's face with the tenderness and consideration that he would never show in normal times.

"Duanjing..."

In fact, Shen Yue doesn't know if what he thinks or does is right. Anyone with eyes can probably tell that Duan Jing is a person who values ​​affection. Although he is not indifferent, he is very arrogant. Sad, it must be difficult to recover.And as his friend, Bai Wuxia had already left, and when the fruit ripened, he probably...wouldn't live long.

It's easy to depend on someone who helps you get out of your slump.

Shen Yue was a little worried that if he really died in the future, it would be another heavy blow to Duan Jing.

But...in this world, if there is someone who remembers me so deeply...

Shen Yue didn't think about anything, most of the things in the world are that the more you think about it, the more painful it is, the more you think about it between lovers, the easier it is to be paranoid, and the more you think about it, the easier it is to be alienated.There are some things that cannot be tolerated and are not allowed to be thought about. Once thought about, it is like a dry road in the underworld, and there is no turning back.

When the moon was hiding behind the clouds, Shen Yue fell asleep. He just sat like this, with his head down and his back falling into a deep sleep, his back as stiff as an iron plate.But his fingers were still on Duan Jing's shoulders, touching them lightly, and there was another soft and silent sound.

Duan Jing had already woken up, he smelled the familiar cool fragrance of flowers, which swept over his body like frost, which made his mind, which had been indulging in pain these days, much clearer.So he opened his eyes and looked at Shen Yue quietly, his expression was strange and complicated, but also with indescribable tenderness.

"Hua Xia Nu, you obviously don't like blood, why bother..."

Why bother... why what?

Duan Jing didn't say anything more, because he already knew the answer in his heart, so he lightly brought himself out of Shen Yue's control, but didn't wake him up.However, when Duan Jing looked down at Shen Yue Antian's sleeping face, he couldn't help but think of the past. Disgusted, but I still remember Hua Xianu's straightforward and honest temperament.

"Hua Xia Nu, I'm very happy." Duan Jing said in a warm voice, and slowly stood up, "But I have to go."

A bit of reluctance suddenly surged in his heart, so he sat down again and took a closer look at Huaxia Nu's sleeping face.Hua Xia Nu's life is not good-looking, and the half of his face full of scars makes him look a bit fierce and terrifying, which is quite different from Hua Xia Nu's temperament.Duan Jing understood in her heart that although Hua Xia Nu's temperament was a bit perverse and easygoing, she was actually a benevolent character. It's just that the world judges people by their appearance, and Hua Xia Nu may have suffered a lot of grievances...

Duan Jing thought for a while, but an indescribable distress slowly grew in his heart. He suddenly remembered Hua Xia Nu's name, and softly called out: "A Yue..."

Shen Yue was soundly asleep.