what to say

In fact, later, Cang Xiaoze saw Mo Lian's terribly tangled expression, and decided to find a place to bury the bloody corpse, anyway, it didn't matter if they didn't eat.

Cang Xiaoze poured himself a cup of tea and looked at Mo Lian: "You hate blood so much, how did you become the Demon King?"

"Well..." Mo Lian replied truthfully: "It depends on strength. I have strong mana, so I will lead the demon world."

"How did you choose it?"

"Competition. Kill other candidates, that's all."

Cang Xiaoze didn't dare to make mistakes in front of Mo Lian again, and his tone became very respectful: "So you killed all of them."

"Yes. I don't like to see blood, but in that competition, either I was killed by them or they were killed by me. I have no choice. We are often forced to face some things that we don't want to face. thing, right?"

Cang Xiaoze nodded repeatedly.

After being silent for a while, Cang Xiaoze asked weakly: "Then, will you kill me too?"

Mo Lian hugged Cang Xiaoze into her arms and touched her head. It turned out that the little girl had been worried about this all along: "No. I will die for you, but I will never let you die."

Cang Xiaoze lay quietly in Mo Lian's arms.Not because of fear, but because she suddenly remembered some vague things.

There was a purple figure walking farther and farther in the gunpowder smoke of the battlefield, and walked into a dark tower. The door of the tower was closed with a heavy sound, and then nine spells flew from the sky. The first floor melts into the tower, and the golden light flourishes.

She just watched that figure go away without saying a word, not even a single expression.

Is it me who is watching all this?

She suddenly felt tears fall.

"What's wrong?" Mo Lian lowered her head.

Cang Xiaoze wiped away her tears, she didn't know why she was crying, but as soon as the tears fell, she felt a kind of relief in her heart, from the bottom of her heart.

"It's nothing."

Mo Lian didn't ask any further questions, but caressed the hair of the person in her arms, and said foolishly: "I don't need you to give it back to me."

"Ah?" Cang Xiaoze raised his head, and met Mo Lian's purple eyes.

Mo Lian smiled: "You once said a word to me. Now I will answer you."

"What else?"

"Oh, I really forgot all about it."

Cang Xiaoze pushed Mo Lian away, and said seriously, "Mo Lian, who was I 700 years ago?"

Mo Lian immediately answered, "You are nobody!"

Cang Xiaoze was confused when he heard this, and asked again: "What did I do wrong to be punished to reincarnate in the world?"

"You just made a small mistake! The Jade Emperor and Queen Mother are all caring people, so I punished you!"

Mo Lian spoke extremely fast and firmly, which made Cang Xiaoze shaken again.

"really?"

"of course it's true!"

And Mo Lian shouted in her heart, if I told you that you used to be Yan Luo, and you were punished because you fell in love with your fellow junior sister, wouldn't you just recover your memory and go find your junior sister and abandon me!

Cang Xiaoze gave a dubious "Oh".

At dusk, the golden and red sun shone obliquely on the earth, the sea was shimmering, the woods were full of shadows, the birds were returning to their nests, and only a few "cuckoo" owls could be heard in the quiet mountain forest.

"It's getting late." Cang Xiaoze looked out the window.

"Is it time to rest?"

"I'm used to working at sunrise and resting at sunset. In Chang'an City, ordinary people are like this, but I heard that for the emperor's ascension to the throne, sometimes there will be singing and singing every night in the palace, celebrating with great fanfare for several days. night."

"Indeed. You like that life?"

"Not to mention. Living in the deep palace may not be more comfortable than us ordinary people!"

Mo Lian looked at Cang Xiaoze lovingly, and nodded.

"You are a fairy, I am a demon, we don't need to sleep. How about it, let me teach you a few poems, okay?"

Cang Xiaoze was a little surprised: "You can also write poems?"

"I know a little."

"Did women read books 500 years ago?"

"No, not much. But, do you think I've been a demon for 500 years, and I've lived in vain?" Mo Lian cleared her throat, put on a serious look, and recited poems shaking her head: "The reeds are green, the dew is frost The so-called Iraqis are on the water side."

After a long time, Cang Xiaoze managed to hold back a sentence: "What do you mean?"

"This is a love poem from the "Book of Songs", called "Jianjia"."

"Love poetry..." Cang Xiaoze felt a little hot on his face, so he walked to the door, opened the door, and the warm sunset shone across the room in an instant, and the originally dark place became vaguely clear at this moment.

"Then have you ever written any poems yourself?" Cang Xiaoze asked.

"Huh? This..." Mo Lian thought for a while and said, "Yes. Do you want to hear it?"

"miss you!"

Mo Lian looked down at the table.

"White clothes are dyed in the autumn evening, and candles are broken and shadows dance. Don't meet in time and space, and never lose each other in a thousand years."

This time Cang Xiaoze never asked what the poem meant.

She still couldn't understand, but judging from Mo Lian's lowered eyebrows, she knew she was talking about a very important person.

"Molian."

"Ok?"

"Continue tomorrow."