After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

Jiang Yufeng was awakened from his dream.

In the dream, Song Bihui was still tugging at his cuff, begging him not to leave.

But outside the door is a thunderstorm approaching.

At this moment, it is the scene of parting that year.

But in such an emergency, he had no choice but to let go of Song Bihui, raised his sword and was about to go out, but the moment he stepped out of the threshold, the wooden house behind him collapsed.

Jiang Yufeng broke out in a cold sweat and got up quickly.

It was still night at this time, and the soft gauze curtain was hanging down in front of him, the night wind was blowing slowly, and the tail of the curtain floated slightly like ripples.

Song Bihui lived in the side room of the Zhesui Hall yesterday.

After the grand ceremony at that time, Qiao He explained to him with some embarrassment that Jiang Yufeng insisted on accepting him as an apprentice.

But he no longer remembered what was agreed during the plague, Song Bihui didn't question him angrily.

He just stared at Qiao He for a long time, puzzled and sad, then lowered his eyes in disappointment, and opened his mouth softly, "But you said at the time that you wanted to lead me into the Tao yourself..."

Qiao He was originally a soft-hearted person, and he felt full of self-blame at the moment, but he really couldn't remember these things happened, so he could only ask softly, "Is it really me who said this? Why do I seem to...not Do you remember this? Could it be that someone else told you so that you mistook me for me?"

But Song Bihui shook his head slowly, "The man told me he is Zeshan Qiaohe."

"I am indeed the head of Zeshan, Qiao He." Qiao He immediately frowned slightly in doubt.

Could it be that someone named him, but why did he do this, asking him to take in this person?

Or are these things all made up by this person?It can be seen that Song Bihui is frank and frank, and it doesn't seem like he is trying to deceive anything deliberately.

He was about to speak, but was suddenly interrupted by Song Bihui.

"Nothing..." Song Bihui pursed his thin lips and said softly, "If this is your arrangement, I will agree."

Jiang Yufeng closed his eyes tiredly outside the door, turned around and went down the steps to leave, the wind blew his bloody cuffs.

The sky and the earth are silent...

Although Song Bihui finally lived in the side room of the Zhesui Hall, this was not what Jiang Yufeng really wanted.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, seeing the marks spreading and gathering on his arm, he suddenly pulled out the dagger beside the bed, intending to cut off the whole piece of flesh.

But just as the tip of the knife pierced the skin, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house.

Jiang Yufeng was taken aback for a moment, and quickly hid the dagger, but heard a low and magnetic voice outside asking slowly, "Master, what happened?"

It's Song Bihui...

Jiang Yufeng didn't expect that he would wake up at night and come to care about him.

But obviously he was the one who snatched him from Qiao He, so doesn't Song Bihui hate him?

If something happened to him, this person should be the happiest.

Why do you have to act like you're worried about him?

"It's nothing..." After a moment, he hesitated and opened his mouth.

"Master, did you have a nightmare?" Song Bihui's cold voice seemed to shake his heart in the silent environment, making Jiang Yufeng suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.

Never heard him speak to himself so gently before.

"Hmm." He responded lightly.

But Song Bihui spoke again softly outside the house, "Then let me come in and light some incense for you."

Jiang Yufeng was taken aback by Song Bihui's words.

The kid didn't want to take the opportunity to enter the house and stab him to death, did he?Or was he knocked unconscious?

At present, he could only hesitate and give another "um", but saw Song Bihui gently pushed open the wooden door, and stepped into the room in a black shirt.

The silent moonlight behind him made him very handsome, like a fairy who stepped on the moon.

The man glanced at the gauze tent indifferently, and saw that the person in the tent had long hair falling down, and he felt particularly lazy and fragile in the night, but this feeling was very attractive.

After a slight pause, he took out the lotus pattern incense burner from the wooden grid, lit some sandalwood, and put it in the corner of the room without a word.

At this time, the atmosphere was quiet and safe. After finishing these, Song Bihui left the house coldly.

Jiang Yufeng thought that he had already gone back, but he didn't expect that after a cup of tea, he turned back with a bowl of unknown things.

It turned out that he was going to poison himself to death!Jiang Yufeng's body tensed up.

But after a while, Song Bihui just put the bowl on the bedside, and opened his mouth softly, "This is the crispy cheese I got from the back kitchen. It's overheated. You might sleep better if you eat some."

Jiang Yufeng was completely stunned, he only felt his heart beating wildly in an instant.

So in the past, Song Bihui treated himself like this?Then why...

"Don't you hate me?" He felt as if he was about to stop breathing, but the sound of his heartbeat was extremely loud in his ears.

"Maybe you think I should hate you." Song Bihui's eyes were like a deep sea of ​​darkness, "But you did nothing wrong, you just accepted someone from the ceremony to be your disciple. It's just that I have my own persistence Nian, I want to be Qiao He's disciple, so this is only my own problem from the beginning to the end, if I hate it, I should hate myself."

He calmly looked at Jiang Yufeng through the gauze, "But now this obsession is meaningless, I am the only one who remembers it."

Jiang Yufeng felt that his heart was clenched tightly, and it hurt so badly that he couldn't breathe.

He also wanted to just go forward and hug Song Bihui regardless, and tell him that there are still people who remember, but fate keeps pushing them away like a tide, and all this is just a misunderstanding.

But he couldn't speak.

"You, where have you lived these past few years?" Jiang Yufeng could only speak wearily, his voice seemed to tremble slightly.

"At Tianmen Temple." Song Bihui said coldly.

This made Jiang Yufeng breathe a sigh of relief, at least he wasn't eating and sleeping outside.

However, life under the fence is definitely not easy.

He nodded lightly, and Song Bihui saw that he had nothing to say, so he simply said "rest early", got up and went out.

Jiang Yufeng looked at the crispy cheese on the low table beside the bed, but his heart was extremely heavy and sad.

The plague mark on his arm was slowly oozing blood again, so he had to cover it with his hands, but the blood still dripped from his fingers.

Song Bihui walked back along the corridor, but suddenly felt a cold gaze staring at him.

He was startled, and turned around, only to find that Jiang Yufeng, who was still in the room before, was looking at him with a gloomy face at this moment.

The moonlight was covered by clouds, and the corridor was dark, but Song Bihui clearly saw the bowl in his hand.

"Master?" He was taken aback for a moment, but saw Jiang Yufeng slowly took a step forward with his bare feet.

"Where did you get this thing?" he asked coldly.

"It's from... the back kitchen." He didn't know what happened, but felt a coldness creeping up from his back.

"Let's not talk about whether you put anything in it, I don't believe you, you stole this thing from the back kitchen, what are you? It's ridiculous to pretend to be pitiful with me." Jiang Yu Feng sneered and took another step forward.

"what!"

"I didn't steal it, I made it myself..." Song Bihui frowned, and was about to explain, but suddenly the person in front of him raised his hand and smashed the bowl of crispy cheese directly at his feet .

In an instant, the pieces of broken porcelain fell to the ground, and the crispy cheese was covered with dust and could no longer be eaten.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he felt that his heart was smashed to pieces like a broken porcelain bowl.

"Recognize your own identity." Jiang Yufeng said coldly, then turned around and left, ignoring the silent Song Bihui behind him.

……

Inside the house, Jiang Yufeng just used a porcelain spoon to dig a large mouthful of crispy cheese into his mouth. He felt that he was about to relax, but he heard a sudden crackling sound outside the house.

What broke?What happened to Song Bihui?He was startled, and was about to get out of bed, but he felt that his body suddenly couldn't move, as if he was completely frozen, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

"what!?"