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Xie Yu, the man who loves to dance in criminal law in the entire cultivation world, was punished by the soul for the first time.

Although it is a love brain that has been under the aura of Jiangzhi, he tastes it, and can always taste a bit of teasing from the words of Ningning and Bai Ye, and the more he thinks about it, the more uncomfortable he realizes this. , And soon ended this banquet in a hurry.

Ningning scolded in a good mood, and looked at each other with his comrade Bai Ye. The great revolutionary friendship sprang up like bamboo shoots after a rain.

Looking around the crowd again, the young master of Yonggui, Man Da Man Sui, composed an impromptu song. He was planning to sing and sing, but he encountered the black face of the demon running away, full of enthusiasm and nowhere to vent. Muttering and muttering endlessly.

Pei Ji sat aside obediently, silently never opening his mouth from beginning to end, and the chopsticks in front of him had barely moved.

Although the unsmiling little junior was not much different from usual, Ning Ning could tell at a glance that he was in a bad mood.

It has been a long time since Pei Ji's mother who was tortured almost crazy has passed away, and now she finally sees her biological father who she has never met, but has to watch Xie Yue's emotional entanglement with the other two women.

What's more, it's such a cut-and-go plot.

Xie Yu could not recognize him, let alone remember his mother. The existence of this pair of mother and child is so thin that, in the complex like twists and grievances of Lord Mojun, even the little supporting role is not worth mentioning.

As if it never existed.

The most leisurely one is Meng Jue.

He was sitting not far away from Xie Yu. At this moment, he was free and leaning on the back of the chair. He raised his eyes and looked at the back of the three people away. He didn't know what he thought of, and Junxiu's eyebrows twisted slightly.

"Senior Brother Meng," Bai Ye, a familiarity, asked when he approached him, "What are you looking at? Could it be that you have noticed a little bit of trickery in the illusion?"

Meng Jue didn't change his smile, his right hand half-knotted on the tabletop, his index finger tapped lightly: "Do you think... that Miss Zhou is familiar?"

Ning Ning tried to remember when he heard the words, searched his entire head, but did not find a face that could coincide with Zhou Yimei in his memory.

Bai Ye was also puzzled, scratching his head blankly and said, "I shouldn't have seen it--what, from Brother Meng, who looks similar to her?"

There is no answer to this question.

Meng Jue narrowed his smile infrequently, and his eyes followed Zhou Yimei's thin back until the shadow was swallowed by the darkness and disappeared from his vision.

When he turned his head to look at Bai Ye, the young man's lips curled in a gentle curve: "Perhaps I have admitted wrong, and fellow daoists don't need to care."

He couldn't tell who Zhou Yimei looked like, so the matter had to be shelved for the time being.

Xie Yu arranged a guest room for everyone in the Zhou Mansion. Ning Ning was so tired that she just wanted to close her eyes and rest for a night. However, when she threw herself into bed in the shape of a big pie, she suddenly remembered what Pei Ji said in the day. .

——At that time, Bai Ye fell on the ground like a scorched corpse, Pei Ji told her after a moment of silence: If you have a nightmare in the middle of the night and can't sleep, you can go to the bamboo forest next to Zhou Mansion to find him.

He practiced swords there.

In fact, Ningning felt that this was more like a joke that was accidentally mentioned.

After all, his tone at the time was as light as a feather, and he couldn't hear any ups and downs, and there was no sense of ritual similar to an agreement at all.

What's more, Pei Ji also spent most of his spiritual energy in the previous demon refining tower, so he should have a good rest in the room. In any case, tonight is not a suitable time to practice swordsmanship.

Ningning was shivering by the cold wind, thinking very seriously:

Therefore, following his unintentional words and obediently going to the bamboo forest at night, something must be wrong with his head.

But if I don’t come, I think of Pei Ji sitting in the corner with his eyelashes drooped--

It's almost like writing "I want to be comforted" on my face! Even if there is only one in ten million chance, if he really stays alone in the woods to practice swords...

It always feels a little pitiful.

Ningning hated her being too soft, she didn't have nightmares and was not bored, she just came to the bamboo forest with a lot of tiredness.

Due to the occupancy of the monsters, Chongling town was filled with dark demon energy, which quietly overflowed in the night of Rumo, like a half-hidden and half-revealed shadow.

A round of pale white moon hung alone on the top of her head. Although this metaphor is not appropriate, Ning Ning always felt that it was like a dead face with no expression, and stopped on top of her head in a daze.

There is silence in the bamboo forest, the green bamboo leaves are like a clear spring swinging under the moon, and the shadow on the ground swings with the wind, like a cascading pool of water overflowing with ripples.

At first glance, there was a psychedelic feeling of being underwater, everything was clear and unreal.

If Pei Ji was not here tonight, she would be embarrassed to death.

wrong.

Ningning started to think wildly as she walked, and no one knew what she was going out in the middle of the night. The embarrassment of a person was nothing, and it was over after a night's sleep.

She walked forward step by step, without much hope in her heart. The bamboo leaves were blown away layer by layer, and the quiet moonlight swayed to the sides. The surroundings were silent, but suddenly sword energy flashed, knocking down a cluster of fallen leaves.

Ningning's heart jumped.

She felt that the corners of her mouth were moving upwards unconsciously. In order not to appear overly happy, she lowered her heart and tried to press the corners of her lips downwards.

One step further, she saw the shadow of Pei Ji.

He actually has been practicing swords in the bamboo clearing.

It's already night quietly.

The bamboo shadow is whirling, and the moon is overflowing like water, which outlines the slender and tall back of the young man. The sword aura was as cold as ice, and the moment she approached, the wind returned to snow, and it rushed towards her face with the night wind.

It was a rather fierce sword intent. When the wind that engulfed the quiet bamboo wind hit her cheek, it suddenly became extraordinarily gentle and gentle, like a lover's fingertips gently brushing the snow-white side of her neck, causing an uncontrollable itching.

At the same time, Pei Ji looked back.

The remaining sword light was like rain, illuminating his clear and white face, lighting up a beam of cold light in his black pupils.

First-class beautiful.

"Wow! It's Ningning!"

Chengying jumped up and couldn't stop laughing, "She actually came! It's not in vain that you are half tired, and you have to insist on practicing swords in the woods!"

Pei Ji responded coldly: "I'm not waiting for her on a special trip."

"Yes, yes, you didn't make a special trip to wait for her, you didn't get half tired in the upper tower and just wanted to rest, and you didn't keep quietly looking towards the entrance of the bamboo forest."

Cheng Ying shook her head and shook her head. Yin and Yang sighed weirdly: "Obviously, I am already exhausted, and I have to spend my precious sleeping time on sword training in the bamboo forest. It is really a sword repair."

This sound is so annoying, Pei Ji didn't want to pay attention to it.

The young man dressed in black subconsciously flattened the corners of his mouth, quietly erased the small arcs that evoked, and chose the simplest and most dumb opening remarks: "Have you had a nightmare?"

"No!"

Ningning glared at him: "I couldn't sleep at night, so I came out and walked--but you, are you still practicing swords at such a late hour?"

Pei Ji lowered her head to look at her, her eyes seemed to be filled with a very light and faint smile, and she was not able to check: "I can't sleep either."

Cheng Ying: "Haha."

He didn't hear about the shadow, and artificially completely shielded the sound, then he was very familiar with his smile, and he hung his head to search for something in the storage bag.

Ning Ning was curious, and blinked at him.

Pei Ji had just practiced the sword, and her dark black hair was soaked in sweat, scattered on the forehead and sideburns, reflecting the cold white complexion. His face was illuminated by the lonely moonlight, and tears and moles under his eyes were overflowing, which was too good to look at.

And his fingers were slender and thin, and he could see the protruding joints when he arched, and after a while, a round object appeared in his hand.

It is like a snack or dessert, meticulously wrapped in white paper, and when the night breeze blows, it brings the fragrance of peach blossoms.

Pei Ji moved his arm closer to her: "Here you are."

"what is this?"

Ningning took it unsuspectingly, raised her eyes and looked at him quickly: "Can you open it now?"

I don't know if it is an illusion, Pei Ji's posture holding the sword tightened.

But he still nodded blankly.

Open the layers of wrapping paper, and the refreshing breath becomes more intense.

The shallow tree breath and peach blossom scent in the bamboo forest rushes, and the moonlight illuminates the surprise that is meticulously packed in the innermost layer.

It was actually a piece of flower cake.

There is no such kind of food in the cultivation world. She discussed the recipe with He Zhizhou and specifically mentioned the possibility of selling flower cakes to get rich.

It's a pity that the two tried several times, but they all ended in failure without exception.

She just mentioned it to Pei Ji unconsciously.

"The taste may not be right."

His voice was strained extremely tightly: "I don't know how to do it."

correct.

She never told Pei Ji, he knew nothing about raw materials, production methods, and processes. The only thing I know is the simple sentence "Puff pastry wrapped in petals".

But Pei Ji just made it out, wrapped it in paper layer by layer, and gave it to her solemnly.

Ningning looked at him again in a daze.

Swordsman in black, with cold eyebrows, the scene of branches and leaves flying and swordsmanship is still in my heart, but this kind of Ji Ji will stay in the kitchen picking up pots and pans, thinking about petals and starch over and over again. cooking method.

...Does Pei Ji wear an apron?

No, the ancient agent should not have an apron.

She was thinking wildly, bubbling uncontrollably in her head, and rubbed her cheek with her free left hand.

This is too foul.

Ningning didn't dare to look at him again, holding the peach pie and lowering his head, opened his mouth and took a bite.

The puff pastry is soft, broken layer by layer between the lips and teeth, the sweetness of starch and the sweetness of peach blossom are intertwined, and it is incredibly gentle.

It's sweet.

It's so sweet, so sweet, it makes her feel happy.

Pei Ji didn't say a word, and when she saw the girl take her first bite, she squeezed the hilt of the sword, her knuckles faintly white.

Then Ning [doudou novel www.thedu.cc] Ning grinned and raised his head, and the whole pair of pupils were filled with undisguised smiles: "It's delicious!"

The whole heart relaxes.

His throat moved slightly, don't open his face and whispered: "Yeah."

In a cramped silence, Pei Ji heard her voice again: "By the way, you... are you okay? After seeing Xie Yue."

Ning Ning asked cautiously, but he never showed any expression related to sadness, and he said solemnly: "It's okay."

After a pause, he hesitated and said, "Did I never tell you about my mother?"

Ning Ning raised his head and opened his eyes.

"That's not an important story."

Pei Ji’s tone is very light, as if discussing today’s weather. When mentioning the past, she slightly curled her lips, and her eyes were full of mocking sneers: “She was born in a family of families, and one day she saw uneventfulness, so she saved a severely injured coma. The young people of the two are in love with each other and steal the forbidden fruit."

That young man should be Xie Yu.

Ningning didn't interrupt, and listened quietly.

"Unfortunately, that person is not a good match, just to get close to her and steal the demon of the family's exercises. Treat her to risk the world and steal the exercises from the forbidden land of the family——"

He paused slightly when he said that, and the self-deprecating meaning in his pupils became stronger: "The demons attacked the city aggressively. In just one night, nothing was left of family, wealth, and cultivation. The only thing left was the stomach. The unborn seed in here."

Kind of evil.

Ning Ning's heart trembled and frowned slowly.

This is the words that Pei Ji has never confided to others.

He must have a strong personality and a terribly stubborn personality. He has never bothered to show his scars to others, but at this moment, he wants to let Ning Ning know.

Pei Ji couldn't tell what she thought.

His power is so insignificant, he can do nothing about the unbridled humiliation of the outside world, he can only grit his teeth and not let himself beg for mercy, and suffer day after day.

Over time, the young man gradually became accustomed to living in contempt and rejection, pain, punishment, life and death, without any assistance, only by his own strength, he can stand through his teeth.

-Pei Ji should have been used to it.

Conning Ning threw out the candy bit by bit, he tasted the sweetness of the sweetness, and in the darkest corner of his heart, there was a voice yelling frantically for more.

He was really despicable enough, but he couldn't cross the gap between the two, so he relied on drinking poison to quench his thirst. With this inferior and humble method, he tried to make her look at himself more.

Even myself finds it ridiculous.

Pei Ji lowered her eyelashes and didn't look at her.

His voice is also very low: "Those things have nothing to do with me, you don't need to be sympathetic."

After a pause, the juvenile voice became hoarse inexplicably: "...I am not pitiful."

The love-hate entanglement between Xie Yu and that woman is indeed very small to him, but Pei Ji has revealed all the secrets, and the only thing that is concealed is the story about himself.

For example, bearing the hatred of his mother for Xie Yue, lingering in the dark cellar every day, with bruises and bruises;

For example, since my mother was seriously ill and wandered around, once because of a bun, his forehead was broken by a street gangster;

For example, he inherited the strong demon energy that belongs to the demon lord, and was regarded as an inaccessible monster by others, and I don't know how much humiliation and disregard he has suffered.

The woman named him "Ji".

How can a mother take the flesh and blood as such a name, it is clearly a curse that is inevitable for eternity, and he has endured endless hatred from the moment he was born.

Sometimes Pei Ji would think, what exactly is he?

Resented by his biological mother and abandoned by his biological father, the world can't find a place to stay. Except for the sword, everything in the world seems to have nothing to do with him.

He doesn't care about others, and no one cares about him.

These are things he doesn't want Ning Ning to know.

Like a fish leaving the water and about to be drowned, he was in a life of embarrassment.

But even so, there will still be the last bit of dignity that belongs to me that I want to stick to.

Only her.

Pei Ji didn't want to be looked down upon by Ning Ning.

There was a moment of silence in the bamboo forest.

He was afraid to hear a tone similar to comfort or pity, and a rustling sound came from his ear. It turned out that Ning Ning lowered his head and kicked the bamboo leaves on the ground.

The faint noise struck Pei Ji's heart directly.

She talked like she was muttering in a low voice: "I won't sympathize with you."

Pei Ji clenched the long sword in his hand and felt his heart beating wildly for some reason.

"Because you are good. Good people don't need sympathy from others."

Ning Ning raised her head and looked at him, her clear voice rang out in the sky and moonlight, with some inexplicable magical power: "How good are we, we can cook, we can kill demons, and we will do a lot. Beautiful little toy, who can anyone else be better than you? It’s too late for me to admire."

...How could she say such a thing in an ordinary tone.

The young man who has always been alone has never heard such straightforward words, even if he knows that she is out of comfort, he is still at a loss to make his ears hot.

"Moreover," Ning Ning paused for a while, stopped his gaze on his face for a long time, and laughed to herself, "Pei Ji looks good, much better than many, many people."

Moonlight makes all emotions nowhere to hide.

A leaf slowly fell, and the boy's pale face was stained with a peach-like pink.

He suddenly wondered for no reason, would that piece of peach blossom cake be too sweet.

The moonlight shattered all over the ground, quietly intertwined with the boundless night, fainting the thin smoke like cold water.

Pei Ji took his breath, turned his head away from his gaze, but didn't realize that this was just a cover-up, and he couldn't avoid that line of sight.

Ningning saw his shyness, and felt strange for a while, as if out of a prank, moved closer.

Her eyes moved a little bit down on his face.

Like a fiery flame.

Piansheng still had a smile in his voice heartlessly, and every word was stopped, and the ending sound went up very badly.

"Brows, eyes, nose, mouth—"

Normally cold people are the most funny when they are shy. Ning Ning laughed, caught off guard, and suddenly met a pair of dark eyes.

—— Pei Ji turned his gaze back, and fell on her face without blinking.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes were full of moonlight, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

The pupils were dark and surging.

Ningning's small smile froze at the corner of her mouth, and it was obvious that she was the one who provoked her, but his heart beat wildly when he looked at it.

Ning Ning touched her nose, bowed her head very hopelessly, her voice was much smaller than before: "...all are pretty."

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