I have a deep love for Zhenjun

40.

surprise?I stared at Jing Shu's face in disbelief, trying to find some flaws in it, but it was in vain.

I couldn't help but take two steps back, and I couldn't recognize whether the person in front of me was Jing Shu who had been following me for ten years and called me Brother Shaohe, or Qian Sang Diji who had already decided the fate of others .

"You mean, you want me to watch Yu Xin die?"

Jing Shu said helplessly: "My good brother, I'm doing this for you. You like Zhenjun Qingying so much, isn't it just right that Xin is dead?"

I think her words are really ridiculous: "Do you think Fu Qing will treat me differently after Xi Xin dies?"

"If Yu Xin survived, he would never have you in his eyes."

Her words were really heartbreaking, I gritted my teeth, trying to refute something, but my mind went blank.My subconscious mind told me that she was right, but my conscience was fighting to the death with this evil thought that came up.

Jing Shu still didn't give up: "Brother, why are you hesitating? If you really went to save Yu Xin, your cultivation base would be too depleted, and you might not even be able to transform into a human form. Not only that, but you also have to watch them play cousins ​​in front of you." Don't you feel bad about the cousin's drama?"

Even Jingshu, an outsider, can see the drama of brother and sister's deep love. I have been with Fu Qing for dozens of years, how can I not understand?

With a hoarse voice, almost pleading, I whispered: "Stop talking."

But Jing Shu shook her head: "God knows this matter, you know me, and after she dies, no one will point the finger at you. You have nothing to do with her, but you are just doing it for Zhenjun's face. She has taken blood for ten years, and she has done everything she can."

Nothing to do, benevolence to the utmost?

Does Xi Xin really deserve to die?

It's just because Fu Qing likes her, so she deserves to die?

I stared blankly at Jing Shu, as if there were two voices lingering in my ears.One was viciously saying that Luo Xin deserved to die, while the other sighed that she deserved to die.The incompatibility between these two voices made me uneasy.

Maybe it was because my complexion was too ugly, Jing Shu didn't continue talking, and changed the subject: "Brother, you are tired, why don't you take a good rest. If there is anything else, we can talk about it tomorrow."

She called A Sheng, asked a few words in a low voice, and then glanced at me again: "If my brother insists on looking for Zhenjun Qingying, I will not stop you. But in my opinion, even if you spend everything for him Hot-blooded, he won't even look at you more."

41.

I don't know what kind of mood I was in, I followed Ah Sheng back to the room in a daze.

A Sheng spread out the quilt for me, and when he saw that I was stuck in place, his expression suddenly became serious.She ran up to me, tiptoed and waved in front of my eyes.

I put away my slack gaze and braced myself to look at her.

She wrung her hands and swayed on the spot for a moment before she said, "Brother, I want to say sorry to you."

"This matter has nothing to do with you." I don't really blame her.

A Sheng lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't mean this... Forget it. Brother, can you stop looking for that wood?"

I paused: "Do you also think I should just sit back and watch?"

A Sheng looked distressed: "Brother, I didn't mean that, but have you ever thought about it? Many things are not as simple as you think."

I looked at her suspiciously, but she refused to continue. After a long silence, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes were red: "I just don't want to watch you die as soon as I see you."

It turns out that some people will care about my life and death.

I was moved for a moment, and reached out to touch her head: "You and I just met by chance, but you treated me much better than that person treated me."

A Sheng was a little choked up: "Then why does my brother still like that wood?"

I looked at her in bewilderment.I've never thought about this question, so I can't figure out why, and finally I just muttered: "I like him, do I need a reason?"

A Sheng hiccupped: "Of course. Just like me, I like you because at that time, among so many people, only you were smiling at me!"

I didn't quite understand what she said, and I just thought that she probably mistook me for someone else, so I couldn't help being in a trance.

She sniffed, and said again: "Did he smile at you too, so you like him?"

What she said was very childish, but I thought about it seriously.

"Probably not, because he never smiled at me."

A Sheng asked in surprise, "He can't even laugh?"

I shook my head: "He just can't smile at me."

Fu Qing looked cold-hearted.

With a face like white jade, sharp eyebrows, and light eyes, she is a beauty made of ice and snow.

Bingxue naturally doesn't have expressions, so I thought Fu Qing was like that at the time.

Until one day, I brought back mortal cakes and wanted to give Fu Qing a taste, when I happened to meet him and Yu Xin standing by the lotus pond.

When Xi Xin is not sick on weekdays, he likes to sit by the lotus pond and watch the fish.Langfeng Palace is located at the mouth of the fairy courtyard, she is weak and cannot withstand the wind, so Fu Qing took off his big black cloak and put it on her body to protect her from the cold.

In fact, how can immortals catch cold?It's just chaos if you care about it.

Luo Xin's figure was petite and exquisite, the cloak was draped over her body, most of it was dragged on the ground, it must be dirty.

If it was me soiling his cloak, he would definitely not give me a good face, but if it was Yu Xin, instead of showing any anger, he was still smiling.

The two whispered softly, and their silhouettes leaned on each other, looking like a beautiful scroll from a distance, and I was the dirty ink on the painter's shaking hand, knowing that the artistic conception was ruined, but it was difficult to get out.

Only then did I understand that the ice and snow will also have the moment when the spring water first melts and the color is like peaches and plums, but it depends on who it is for.

"Brother? Brother!"

I suddenly came back to my senses, Ah Sheng tugged at my sleeves, his face was full of puzzlement: "Why don't you talk? What do you like about him? Why do you like him?"

I was silent for a while, wanting to say that I really don't know, but when I realized it, I unconsciously uttered two words: "Eyes."

his eyes...

But after thinking about it for a while, I already felt chest tightness, very uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with his eyes?" A Sheng persisted, with a terrifying persistent expression.

I sighed and said perfunctorily, "It's very nice."

"Is it just pretty?"

As Asheng finished speaking, I vaguely heard a small voice passing by my ear, and when I tried to find it, it was already vague and impossible to find.

It's strange to say, I obviously didn't hear anything, but I thought inexplicably, his eyes are like a person.

But apart from Fu Qing, I obviously don't know anyone.