White Mirror Evening

Day by day, my youth and I spent it peacefully and leisurely.I am lazy by nature, because we get along more and more, and I no longer hide my gluttony and sleepiness. Fortunately, he didn't say anything, and when I stayed until noon, he rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to cook some delicious meals for me.

He looks unreliable, but in fact he can do a lot of things. After he finds out my taste, the daily meals are all what I usually like, and I enjoy three meals a day.

In fact, since I became the lord of this undead city, I no longer need to eat all kinds of grains and miscellaneous grains. Occasionally, when I miss it, I will go out of the city gate to have a look at the bustling scene outside, and find some delicious food along the way, but that is different from the current feeling after all. .Even if I go out of the city gate, the time I can be outside is short. After all, the undead city is inseparable from me. Those people who died innocently in the previous life may come over at any time. If they can't find me, it will be troublesome.

What's more, I don't like the noise outside, the warmth outside, and the four seasons outside, just because it has nothing to do with me.I want to stay here forever, to fulfill the wishes of those innocent palace people who have been reincarnated from generation to generation.Maybe their grievances and obsessions can't dissipate after repeated reincarnations, maybe they won't have a happy ending after they get what they want, I still want to be such a city lord.It's just to make people's wishes come true. The right and wrong behind those wishes have never been related to me.

So even after a thousand years, I still haven't redeemed my sins.

"Jingwan, it's time for dinner. Today I made soup." The young man walked over with a smile on his face.

He became familiar with me day by day, so he called me Jingwan on his own initiative, I don't hate this name, every time he calls me like this, I am actually a little happy.

But what I'm most concerned about right now is his soup.

I took a sip of the soup, and the taste was light and delicious. I took another sip, but I heard him ask from the side: "How does it taste, do you like it? For it, I have studied it for a long time."

Obviously waiting for someone to praise.

So I put down the porcelain spoon and praised: "Not bad."

Just two words made him happy, and the young man smiled even more brightly, which was too bright for this dark and cold palace: "Actually, that's it, it's not the best, how can you say it, you can like it, you can Just a compliment, and I'm very happy."

"You are a person who is only good at cooking. If I don't praise you on this, I won't find other opportunities."

"Eh? How did I realize that you always like to hurt me? Could it be that you would be happier? What a strange habit." He muttered in a low voice.

My ears are sharp, I can hear clearly, and I don't bother to talk back.If I speak again, I can't help but verbally bully him, once or twice is fine, if it happens too many times, it's not good to really annoy people, I'm too lazy to coax people.

But is that guy really going to be angry?

He smiled at me every day, as if I would not be angry at anything, and was tolerant and considerate in everything.

I have nothing to do with him and he should treat me like this, which is also a freak.

But for now, let's concentrate on drinking the soup, it's a pity that it's cold.

When I was full, I finally pushed the dishes forward with satisfaction: "Go wash."

"You can clean it yourself with spells, why should I wash it?"

"It seems to be snowing outside, go out and have a look."

He still shook his head: "This is unlikely, isn't there four seasons in the city?"

It seems that it is not easy to send him away. I raised my eyes, curled the corners of my lips, and then softened my eyes: "I remember that there are many plum trees in the courtyard, and they are especially beautiful when they are in full bloom on snowy days. Go and have a look at the plum blossoms." Is it open, if it is open, I will break a branch and bring it back." I conjured up a pale celadon porcelain bottle, and I continued, "Put it here."

"Hey, good." He went out cheerfully, but he didn't even refute that it was impossible for the snow to fall.

Anyway, it's good to go.

I smoothed out the extra folds on the skirt due to my sleeping position, took out the jade hairpin and pulled up my long hair. No matter how lazy I am on weekdays, I always behave myself when I first meet guests. I don’t want people to know that the Lord of the Undead City is a slovenly slob.

A wooden door suddenly opened on the empty wall in front of me, and I pushed the door open with both hands, so I saw a man with a surprised face.

The man's face can be considered good, but I don't bother to pay attention to whether it is handsome or delicate. After a brief glance, I said, "Young master, why did you come to Undead City?"

"Are you the city lord Bai Jingwan?" As before, someone always asked this question.

I also took out my usual tone: "You don't believe it?"

"The rumored city lord is a ghastly ugly man, how could it be like this..."

The second half of the sentence is a very low voice talking to himself, probably because he is afraid that I will hear it.

I didn't want to get entangled with it, so I asked, "What's your name, and what wish do you want to realize?"

Fortunately, the man is not dull. Seeing my impatience, he was silent for a moment, and finally said: "My name is Xue Jue, and I came to the Immortal City because I want the city lord to make my elder brother disappear completely."

The author has something to say: I have been struggling with how to call Bai Jingyan, and it is always awkward for young people, but from the perspective of Bai Jingwan, his identity has not been confirmed (probably because of self-deception and IQ), so there is no way to call him Bai Jingyan. real name, so troublesome