Zanxing

The moonlight in the small village did not seem to drive away the summer heat, and the sticky stagnation came from all directions in the air, attaching to people's hearts.

The bamboo basket that caught the loach was lying on the side. The bamboo basket was very deep, and the reptiles struggled to twist their bodies in it. With every click, the mud splashed all over the place, like a drowning man who couldn't get out of the whirlpool.

The girl who was being abused escaped from the clutches, but the boy who saved the life was in trouble.

The victim was a middle-aged man, an honest peasant in the village, no one believed that he would do this. The man was also stubborn, and kept quibbling: I didn't force her, she seduced me first! I didn't do anything!

A young girl who has never lost her childishness has ever met such a shameless person. After a few excuses, she couldn't say anything, and only cried silently.

The villagers' suspicious eyes were cast on the victim, and the original righteous indignation turned into pointing fingers in an instant. She could not prove the evil deeds of the other party, or even prove her innocence.

The boy's face was tied with a white cloth, and he quietly looked at the suffering people on the ground.

He suddenly remembered his mother.

The same is true for Jiang Yiru. After living in the village for so many years, he has been surrounded by rumors for so many years. Over the years, she was depressed and unhappy, and her heart disease was difficult to treat, so that in the end, she was stagnant in her heart, and Xiang Xiaoyu died. This may not be the reason.

Gui Yansheng said: He forced this girl.

The surroundings were silent for a moment.

The lazy man looked at Gui Yansheng's face bound with the white cloth, with undisguised ridicule in his eyes, but he said, What does he know, he heard it wrong, he is blind, how can he believe a blind man's nonsense?

The moonlight became more and more blurred, and layers of heat waves hit him, as if he was locked in an airtight cage.

I can see it, he said.

The girl's low sobbing stopped, the smile on the lazy man's face froze, and the eyes of countless villagers were fixed on him.

He slowly untied the cloth, revealing a pair of golden eyes with beautiful shapes, and he said, I'm not blind.

The shadow of the moon is reflected in the pond beside the rice field. The originally clear moon, obscured by thick clouds, fell into the dark pool, splashed with mud, stretched, twisted, and blurred into an eerie shadow.

Fear came from all directions.

Someone's trembling voice sounded, with deep disgust and hatred: Youkai. He is a monster!

Hula-- With a sound, it was as if the flood gate had been opened, and the monstrous torrent hit him overwhelmingly. The smug peasant, the respected village chief, and the caring and friendly neighbors in the past days all looked at him with hatred in an instant, as if he was some kind of unforgivable bad guy. He heard countless vicious curses and scoldings, constantly flying towards him from far and near, piercing into his heart.

He's a monster! Look at his eyes—

I said something was wrong, his mother is not right! She looks like a demon, and it looks evil at first glance!

Why is he hiding in our village, why is he pretending to be blind?

Why else, of course, to harm people! There was a drought in the village a few years ago, and the harvest was not good. Maybe he did it!

kill him!

kill him!

kill him!

There was no trace of the past intimacy and love in the eyes of the neighbors. They held bright torches, butcher knives and steel forks, and approached him aggressively, as if they were going to smash him into flesh and trample him in every way until the ashes disappeared and shattered into ashes. .

The young man stood blankly on the spot, the bright torches reflected in the beautiful golden pupils, desolate and beautiful.

Until a pair of hands grabbed him, someone dragged him and ran forward, his voice was still frightened and crying: Run—

The girl he saved saved him from the crazy villagers.

The torches traced a chase in Nagano, like the wind burning.

The hairpin fell silent.

These people are crazy. Gu Baiying's condensed voice came from his ear. He stood beside the hairpin star, looking at the two being chased by the villagers, his eyes were like ice: A group of lunatics.

Hairpin Xing said calmly: Because he is a demon.

In the eyes of mortals, the demon body is a sin, even if nothing is done, even in the past few years, Gui Yansheng has been working hard to be a good person in the worldly sense. Once the identity is revealed, the past kindness will be wiped out. The neighbors who used to talk, laugh and care will immediately become evil spirits who come to ask for their lives. Who you are is far more important than what you do.

Gu Baiying was startled.

He looked at the person beside him, the night was blurry, but the hairpin's dark eyes were very bright, as if he had remembered something, and there was a slight irony on the corner of his lips. Her long hair draped over her shoulders like large flowing clouds, and her drooping eyelashes contained emotions that he could not see.

He felt a sense of irritability for no reason, paused, and then said in a low voice: When you were in the Ten Thousand Killing Array, was the same?

He can't remember anything related to Hairpin Star, but what happened to her in the Ten Thousand Killing Formation can be easily inquired. Originally, he only thought that a demon clan could escape from the ten thousand killing array, and the cultivation base must be not shallow. But now, from the past of this golden-eyed boy, I can see a trace of the past.

Yang Hairpin doesn't look like a ruthless devil, she is gentle and rational, if she is like a ghost, she has never done any bad things before, and when she was on Gufeng Mountain, the disciples of various sects Before being forced into the Ten Thousand Killing Formation, Gu Baiying's heart beat fiercely, as if a shadow floated up from his chest and covered his heart.

No. Hairpin Xing's words interrupted his thoughts, the woman smiled, and her voice became light again: I am much luckier than him, my friends believe in me, and Mimi—

Guiyansheng was not so lucky. Speaking of which, he was unlucky as if God had deliberately imposed all the difficulties and sufferings in the world on him.

The girl who was rescued by him pulled him out of the village and ran into the mountain forest. The mountains were dense, and the dark beasts were haunted at night. The neighbors dared not continue to chase after him. The two of them did not dare to relax and kept walking. The next day, when the sun first rose, they walked out of the forest.

The village is left far behind, like an absurd, silent past. The girl tore off her skirt, cleaned it, tied his eyes, and said softly, If your eyes fall into the eyes of others, it will inevitably cause suspicion, and it is much better to cover them up.

He blankly let the other party put it on him.

Thank you for saving me last night. The girl tied the cloth, released her hand, looked at him and said carefully, You still don't know my name?

My name is Xiaochun, she said.