Ancient Evil Jiao

As soon as these words were said, Zhuo Zimo was startled suddenly, what did he just say, followed by the words from the illusion or memory, facing Bai Lianhua?

However... for some unknown reason, Bai Lianhua accepted him...

Zhuo Zimo felt a bit of a headache, he walked back to the bed with his hands on his forehead, and sat down.

Bai Lianhua said: "Still uncomfortable?"

Zhuo Zimo replied: "It's okay."

Bai Lianhua sat beside him and said, "I will find a way to cure you."

Zhuo Zimo nodded absently.

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Bai Lianhua's house is very big, with rigorous decoration on the outside, but exquisite inside, the corridors are chaotic and orderly, and the many servants coming and going show the power of the family. Zhuo Zimo walks in the spacious yard, facing them. His servant knelt down to salute, he raised his eyebrows slightly, but the man beside him remained calm, Zhuo Zimo once again looked at the man beside him carefully.

The corner of the man's mouth kept raising an ideal arc, which made him smile all the time, but this smile was not as gentle as it was for him, but with a kind of honor and alienation.

The man at this time makes people feel so superior.

But Zhuo Zimo didn't like being so superior, he silently turned his head away.

Bai Lianhua has been paying attention to Zhuo Zimo, seeing his eyes leave him, he casually asks: "Little Mo, what do you think of my family?"

Zhuo Zimo looked back at Bai Lianhua, and before he could answer, Bai Lianhua said again: "Although the Bai family has been in business for generations, they have very good personal relationships with some officials in the capital, so the house built by them is incomparable in style and style. Ordinary officials are poor."

Zhuo Zimo looked at Bai Lianhua suspiciously: "So... you want to say that your family is very good?"

Bai Lianhua chuckled lightly when he heard the words, because of Zhuo Zimo's straightforward temperament, he asked back: "Little Mo, do you think my family is not good?"

Zhuo Zimo shook his head, and Bai Lianhua said, "That means my family is fine."

Zhuo Zimo frowned: "Although your family is good, you don't have a master, and it's too big."

Bai Lianhua was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, then quickly lowered his eyelids and said, "Although there is no master here, there is me. Although my family is big, my yard is small."

"Your yard?"

Bai Lianhua chuckled, staggered her body, let Zhuo Zimo look straight ahead and said, "This is where I live."

Zhuo Zimo saw that there was a small yard in front of him, the yard was cool and clean, and green bamboos were planted beside it, and under the green bamboos, there was a stone square table, two stone benches beside the table, and a set of purple sand tea set on the table.

The building you enter is a master bedroom, which is placed on both sides, simple and generous.

Pushing the door open, the master bedroom has a bed, a table and a few chairs, and a piano case is placed under the window sill in the outer room. There is a lyre on the case, and an incense burner next to it, with light smoke curling up.

This is a very elegant place, and it can be seen that the owner has very high taste.

Zhuo Zimo secretly looked at it, walked towards the piano case, and Bai Lianhua followed behind with a faint smile.

Looking at the qin on the table, Zhuo Zimo curiously stretched out his index finger to lightly touch the strings, but it hurt at once. When he looked at his hand again, the index finger congealed into beads of blood.

When he was watching in a daze, his hand was held by the man behind him, and the wound was touched gently. Zhuo Zimo looked at the person in front of him blankly, and said in a daze, "Play the piano for me."

Bai Lianhua was stunned, looked at Zhuo Zimo and said with a smile: "Little Mo, you're smart, you know I know how to play the piano when you see it, anyway, I just wanted to play it for you."

Saying that, Bai Lianhua stepped forward and sat down beside the piano case, stroking the sharp strings with his ten fingers, not like Zhuo Zimo who was red when he saw red, only to hear the light and beautiful piano sounds flowing out.

"Master, this song is really nice, what's it called?"

"No name yet."

"Eh? No name?"

"Seeing you, I was suddenly inspired to play it. I will write the score when I become a teacher."

"Because of the inspiration I have? Heh...Master, you really love me the most. Since it's because of me, then...just call Zimo, okay?"

"okay."

In a daze, many years ago, this person also played the exact same piece of music to him with a smile on his face...

Zhuo Zimo lowered his head, Bai Lianhua lowered his hands and said, "Speaking of which, it's a coincidence that this song is called Zimo, and it's your name."

Zhuo Zimo responded softly, Bai Lianhua saw this, got up and said, "Are you tired? Xiaomo."

Zhuo Zimo raised his head, the worried Bai Lianhua in front of him seemed to overlap with the white shadow in his mind, he closed his eyes tiredly, and opened his mouth to call: "Bai Lianhua..."

"Huh?" Bai Lianhua looked at Zhuo Zimo suspiciously.

Zhuo Zimo opened and closed his mouth several times, unable to speak, and finally he put down his hands weakly and said, "I'm tired."

Yes, he was tired... He wanted to ask some questions, but facing Bai Lianhua who seemed to know nothing, he didn't know where to start. In the end, he couldn't ask anything.

"Say what you want to say, Xiao Mo, don't hold back." Seemingly seeing that Zhuo Zimo had something to say, Bai Lianhua opened his mouth softly.

Zhuo Zimo pursed his lips and shook his head: "I have nothing to say, I'm just tired."

Bai Lianhua sighed softly, stepped forward to straighten Li Zhuo Zimo's chest and said, "Relax in my room first, and tell me when you want to talk. I'll wait for you to speak."

Zhuo Zi Mo Leng looked at Bai Lianhua, who always smiled gently.

Perhaps that smile was too sincere, Zhuo Zimo couldn't help but said, "My master has kept some things from me."

Bai Lianhua was stunned, Zhuo Zimo said: "It's about me..."

As he spoke, Zhuo Zimo narrowed his eyes and said, "About my origin, everything that happened in the past..."

Bai Lianhua said: "Xiao Mo's memories of the past should be determined by your master or not."

Zhuo Zimo collected his thoughts, and Bai Lianhua said, "Why doesn't he want you to know?"

Zhuo Zimo shook his head: "I don't know, he didn't say anything, but the fact that the lump on my head is a dragon's horn, he just missed it."

Bai Lianhua asked repeatedly: "Dragon horn?"

Zhuo Zimo sneered and said, "I told you I'm not human, do you want to see my prototype? I will destroy your house."

Bai Lianhua stared at Zhuo Zimo, as if he wanted to read something from his face, but Zhuo Zimo remained calm and didn't appear to be in the slightest panic of lying. Bai Lianhua watched, and silently stopped talking.

"Why, did you believe it? Then you got scared?"

Bai Lianhua shook his head: "I still say the same thing, Xiao Mo, if it's you, it doesn't matter if it's a human, a ghost or a demon."

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