The indescribable "I"

"It is said that the flower language of roses is love."

Yvette said: "I will always love you, Bai Jiu."

Bai Jiu was stunned for a moment.

The first feeling was that something sour was fermenting in the blood vessels, and when it was transported to the heart, the lump of meat in the chest was inexplicably itchy, as if it had been gently scratched by a feather.

A series of chain reactions followed.

There was a strange feeling in all the limbs.

When he wanted to speak, his throat was a little dry. His long-standing withdrawn personality made him treat this topic casually.

Bai Jiu sneered sharply, "Don't just learn this word and use it indiscriminately."

"You can say you like it, or you can say other things. If you love it—" His eyes were dark and blue, and he said word by word, "Do you know what that is to me?"

Bai Jiu's handsome face was unavoidably distorted, "It's indifference, it's persecution, those who should love me, those who say they love me, almost killed me!"

To take a typical example, his good father would raise an ax at him for a little thing when he was eight or nine years old, and kept saying that he loved you and educated you.

Bai Jiu had to often play a game of putting his life on the line, being chased all over the room, and later that lunatic whose brain was dominated by alcohol would really hack him to death.

Every time, every time something like this—

Over the past ten years, he has been slowly overwhelmed by such distorted "love".

Until now, even if he got rid of his father's shadow, he couldn't accept "love".

The memory of the dead will be beautified, and he will not talk about the mother lying in the grave.

Because they have never really met each other, have no contact in a substantial sense, and he doesn't know what she was thinking when she gave birth to him, so her love is a gray and white tombstone without any reference value.

"Love is trash."

Bai Jiu sneered and turned his face sideways, his cold side was separated by light and shadow, defined by an indistinguishable tone.

Bai Jiu's hand suddenly tightened, and with a little force, the rose in his hand was squeezed out of juice, and when the hand was released again, the beautiful bud shrunk into an ugly ball.

The crushed flower was thrown onto the brown soil, and Bai Jiu stomped on it, crushing it into the soil.

This is what happens to roses.

The crow disappeared without knowing when.

Yvette said nothing.

Fortunately, Bai Jiu would not be really angry with Yvette. He walked over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "In the future, don't bring up this topic casually."

"I know you may not understand anything." His tone even became softer, "After all, you have only been with me for three years. When you were born, you could only cling to me all day long and could do nothing. Although you It seems to be learning quickly, but knowledge in some aspects is very lacking."

"Yvette, do you understand?"

The maker of the crow was staring at his poor rose.

It can fade, it can wither, it can be anything, but it is the crow's favorite flower.

With his face submerged in the shadows, and there seemed to be strands of silence floating in the air, Yvette finally hummed softly.

His cold gray eyes are like a calm cloudy sky, and the gorgeous skirt seems to be unable to cover up the suddenly dark outline, Yvette handed the remaining roses to Bai Jiu, and smiled as if nothing had happened, "Then , can I say this?"

His entire body was in front of Bai Jiu, and a small tentacle quietly emerged from the shadows, picking up the broken, shapeless rose.

There are many roses I like, but there is always only one favorite.

He handed him all the ones he liked, and picked up the one he loved the most. It quietly waited for the opportunity after failure, like a seed that missed the spring rain and longed for the day when the rain came.

"I like my brother the most!"

Yvette said loudly, as if trying to cover up something.

Still in the same coquettish tone, he rushed over in a sticky manner, and Bai Jiu, as if the originally set program was running, put on the usual conniving and disgusting eyes, took the bouquet of roses, "I see .”

By the way, he pushed his head aside, as usual.

In this way, the tomb-sweeping ended with nothing happened as the overall theme.

They are going down the mountain.

"Wait, are you two free now?!"

A man's figure suddenly appeared in front of their eyes.

It is the elite who just passed by.

He was even more embarrassed than he looked just now, his combed hair was messed up, his neat suit was splashed with several mud spots, and it became wrinkled, and the leather shoes had yellow-brown stains.

Although Peng Yue usually has a hobby of exercising, he is an old social animal after all, not to mention that he is always exhausted recently, and he is not used to climbing such a high and steep mountain. He took a deep breath desperately before recovering.

His shoulder was still aching, but luckily he finally found his target.

"I know that you may not know me, and you may feel offended if you are approached by strangers." Peng Yue looked at a man and a "female" with outstanding looks, and said sincerely: "Excuse me, miss, did you just say that I have a scar on my shoulder?" something?"

Yvette just wanted him to stay away and not let the thing on his shoulder touch them.

Unexpectedly, the party caught up with him.

"There's a woman's head on your shoulder." Yvette was not in a good mood. He was running into an unlucky guy who was blocking the way. He was about to pour out all his negative emotions on the other party, which caused him to speak very fast and maliciously. "The head is a bit like a smashed watermelon, the face is a mass of meat, the hair grows like a mop, oh, she keeps kissing you, and now, she sticks out her tongue—"

Peng Yue subconsciously closed his mouth tightly.

Even if he couldn't see anything, he could still feel a chill through Yvette's adjective.

Bai Jiu gave Yvette a look to make him shut up, and then cast a forgetting spell on the man in front of him.

"I have received higher education and am a firm materialist, but a series of recent encounters have forced me to believe that there may really be ghosts and gods in this world." The man smiled wryly, "The head of the woman you mentioned may be My girlfriend, she died in a car accident a few months ago."

He stretched out his hand to probe his shoulder, but he didn't feel any real feeling, only grabbed the air with one hand.

Normal people can't see the alien species under normal circumstances. If they can see it, it means that the other party is on the verge of death.

Bai Jiu and Yvette looked at each other.

Somewhat strange.

Peng Yue couldn't see what was on his shoulder.

He just looked a little depressed, and the alien didn't seem to plan to attack him.

"... Is there a way to send her away?" Peng Yue organized his words while thinking, his black and swollen eye bags already showed that he was in a state of distress, "Since she passed away, I haven't been able to sleep well for the past few days. I know, maybe it's because she has been refusing to leave."

Neither Bai Jiu nor Yvette like to meddle in their own business.

But if you're comfortable, you can still do it. This xenomorph has not been formed for a long time, so it can be easily resolved.

Just when they were trying to resolve this matter, they heard Peng Yue saying, "I don't know if the two of you need money, if you can..."

As soon as Peng Yue said it, he felt a little offended, uh, in his impression, such people who can see ghosts and gods are noble, and they should disdain money and things.

He immediately cut off the next words, thinking about what conditions he had to impress them.

Yvette's eyes lit up.

He knew that Bai Jiu's life was not rich, and it was all supported by scholarships. With the addition of him living for free, the expenses might be even greater.

But this world is different, he can't hunt a few high-level monsters and exchange their pronuclei for money.

"How much are you going to pay?"

Yvette didn't want to let go of this opportunity, and spoke very quickly, for fear that he would run away.

"Ah this-"

Peng Yue seemed to be choking, he didn't expect an expert to be so down-to-earth, and the filter of indifference to fame and fortune was suddenly shattered.

However, as long as the other party agreed to help him, he hesitated for a while, and tentatively stretched out a finger.

"How about that number?" He guessed that a million might be too little, but it was just a trial.

"No!" Yvette refused simply.

1000 yuan is too little, at least 1 yuan.

Sure enough, it was rejected.

Peng Yue took a deep breath, "How about the 1000 million?"

"Aha-"

Yvette was dumbfounded.

What 1000 million? ? ?

He only wanted 1 yuan, why did it suddenly increase by 1000 times?

But Peng Yue understood his reaction as too little, so he gritted his teeth and said, "If you give me more time, it's not impossible to raise [-] million."

Money is nothing, as long as he has life, he can earn it back.

Yvette: "..."

Although he doesn't understand the value of money in daily life, [-] million is a lot.

Bai Jiu watched from the side as they negotiated the price for a long time, but obviously they didn't agree on a deal, so she immediately made a decision: "1000 million is fine, and I'll transfer the money after it's resolved."

Peng Yue glanced at Yvette, saw that he had no objection, and knew that this boy could make the decision, so he immediately agreed, "Okay."

"I'll take care of it," Bai Jiu said.

"But--"

Yvette stood in front of him.

Bai Jiu has always been in poor health, and it is easier to suffer backlash when using magic. Yvette doesn't want him to solve it selfishly.

"You will most likely kill the host together."

One sentence from Bai Jiu made Yvette shut up, "It's best to let me do this."

"Okay." Yvette nodded unwillingly, and warned again, "Don't use light elements to cast spells like last time."

The head of his girlfriend stayed on Peng Yue's shoulder and listened to the conversation the whole time.

It couldn't stop kissing Peng Yue's mouth, faced Bai Jiu's fingertips that were gradually brewing with dangerous light, and struggled desperately, but it was only dodging within a limited range of shoulders, it seemed very weak and had no real attack power .

"Don't...don't...Peng Yue——"

It began to tremble, calling its boyfriend's name desperately.

Peng Yue, who couldn't see the alien species, seemed to be able to hear it. Facing Bai Jiu's approach, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable and took a step back unconsciously.

He suddenly asked, "Are you going to send her to be reincarnated?"

"No, kill it." Bai Jiu said.

There is only one dead end for alien species, whether it will attack humans or not, existence is a mistake.

They could see that the alien didn't want to hurt Peng Yue, but it was by his side day after day, and it was already affecting him.

For a long time, Peng Yue's health has deteriorated a little bit, and the final fate can be imagined.

Peng Yue's eyes widened when he heard this, and he said, "Wait a minute—"

Bai Jiu could see the alien species and communicate with it, and said directly: "Don't follow the living person, you will kill him. Didn't you see that his body can't take it anymore?"

Peng Yue said anxiously: "Stop, is there any other way? Don't let her disappear... Uh, it's the way to make a safe transition."

tick-tock-

The alien suddenly stretched its neck and moved closer to Bai Jiu.

And... it is crying, although its tears are all bio-energy, and cannot be touched in substance.

But it was actually crying, it was tears.

"I'm sorry... I don't know, it will be like this, I don't want to hurt him, I just... I just don't want to leave like this."

Bai Jiu was stunned.

The alien is not a human being, it is just the resentment of the previous life, it should be a kind of thing without emotion, and what it shows is only the remnant of the original personality.

They are born from obsession, and then chase obsession crazily and destroy it.

But this one seems to be different. Not only does it not want to hurt the object of obsession, but it seems that it is not resentment that created it.

"Wuuu, I'm sorry, please kill me."

It cried and said, "I love him and I don't want to hurt him like this again."

There are many kinds of obsessions.

Love is a terrible obsession.