The scum is all over the world, and there are Shura fields everywhere

Chapter 285 God Lord
Yang Rongrong sneered, too lazy to argue with him, and replied casually.

"If you say no, then no."

The past is past, and she doesn't want to dwell on it any further, but Shuying insists on explaining herself clearly.

"If you want to leave Shadow Palace, you can tell me directly, but you never mentioned it to me from beginning to end, so I thought you don't like going out like me."

The outside world is too troublesome and chaotic. Shuying doesn't want to have anything to do with outsiders unless it is necessary. The Shadow Palace is very quiet. He can do what he likes here with peace of mind without worrying about being disturbed or having to bother dealing with others. He really feels very comfortable living here.

Yang Rongrong raised her eyebrows: "It seems that it is my fault."

If it were someone else, they would definitely hear the sarcasm in her words, but Shuying nodded and agreed with what she said. He also took the initiative to comfort her: "It's okay as long as you know you are wrong. If you have any ideas in the future, just tell me directly, don't keep them in your heart."

Yang Rongrong was so angry that she rolled her eyes.

She gave Shuying a thumbs up.

"You're awesome! I give up!"

Shuying's face remained expressionless, and his voice was cold: "Between you and me, there is no such thing as winning or losing."

Yang Rongrong was so angry that she laughed: "Don't you think you are right?"

"I am just stating my thoughts truthfully. If you think I am wrong, I can admit it and I can also change it according to your wishes."

He said that he could admit his mistakes, but Yang Rongrong knew that he would never think that he was really wrong.

She finally realized that his brain was different from that of normal people. He had his own logic in dealing with people and things, and she couldn't communicate with him normally.

If I continue to argue with him like this, there will be no result even if I argue till the end of time.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and forced herself to change the subject.

"It's up to you whether you want to change it or not. It has nothing to do with me. I just want to know everything about He Bieqing."

Shuying looked at her steadily: "You are still very unhappy, why?"

Yang Rongrong frowned and said indifferently: "This has nothing to do with you. Just tell me about He Bieqing."

Shuying really doesn't like dealing with people. Human hearts are too complicated and unpredictable. He can't understand them and he is too lazy to figure them out. But he has extremely sharp intuition and he can feel that Yang Rongrong is in a bad mood at the moment.

But he didn't understand. He had already admitted his mistake, so why was she still unhappy?
Shuying was puzzled and had to suppress his doubts for the time being, planning to slowly figure out the reasons later.

"It's not convenient to talk here. If you don't like underground, then go sit upstairs for a while."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at the upper level of the Shadow Palace.

The upper floor of the Shadow Palace has doors and windows. You can see the scenery outside when sitting inside. It is not at all depressing and closed like the underground.

She said hello.

The group entered the Shadow Palace, walked up the stairs and reached the top floor.

As soon as Yang Rongrong sat down, a ghost puppet came forward with tea and spiritual fruits.

The ghost puppet was a pretty young girl, wearing a pink skirt, with a light body and smooth movements, looking no different from an ordinary person. But if you look closely, you can see that her skin is too pale, her lips are bloodless, and her pupils are empty and lifeless.

She put down the tea and spiritual fruit carefully, then lowered her head and walked away, without making any sound.

Yang Rongrong pushed the spiritual fruit in front of the little yellow chicken, Liu Lang and Mu Tou.

The three little guys immediately started eating happily.

Yang Rongrong looked at Shuying who was sitting opposite her and said, "You can speak now."

Shuying stretched out his right hand towards her: "Give me your hand."

Yang Rongrong looked at her warily: "What?"

"I share with you the memory of He Bieqing." "Can't you just say it with your mouth?"

Shuying asked back: "If I tell you directly, will you believe it?"

Yang Rongrong thought about it and felt that he probably wouldn’t.

She always had a little doubt about Shuying, so naturally she would not believe everything he said.

Shuying explained: "Seeing is believing, hearing is not. Only when you see it with your own eyes will you fully believe it. Otherwise, you will always suspect that I am deceiving you."

Yang Rongrong hesitated for a moment, but finally stretched out her right hand and carefully placed it in his palm.

His fingers were bony and his palms were cold.

But when he closed his fingers and slowly held her hand, she felt like she was in an ice cellar, very cold.

She couldn't help but curl her fingertips.

Shuying raised his eyes to look at her: "Are you cold?"

Yang Rongrong didn't want to waste time on such trivial matters, so she urged, "I'm not cold, so get started."

Shuying studied her expression, as if trying to determine whether her words were true or false.

After a moment, Yang Rongrong found that his palm had warmed up and her palm became warm.

She was very surprised and looked surprised.

From the day she met him, his body had always been cold, like a dead person, with no warmth at all.

This was the first time she felt warmth from him.

Shuying noticed that her fingers relaxed and knew that he was right, she was afraid of the cold.

He silently kept this in mind and said, "Close your eyes."

Yang Rongrong glanced at the three little guys who were eating and drinking happily next to her. With the three of them around, she was not afraid that Shu Ying would take the opportunity to do something to her.

She closed her eyes, and a cold breath penetrated into her body from her palms, bringing with it a long series of unfamiliar memories.

That was He Bieqing's memory. Everything he had experienced in his lifetime flashed before her eyes quickly like a kaleidoscope.

From the time he was born to the time he grew up, his experiences over hundreds of years were very complicated.

He Bieqing's mother was a very powerful crane demon, but she fell in love with a human and gave birth to him.

That man was an ordinary mortal without any talent, and his life span was too short for the demon race.

After he died of old age and illness, He Bieqing followed his mother back to the demon tribe.

But the demon race could not accept him, a little bastard with half human blood.

He had been treated coldly and excluded since he was a child. He had complained to his mother more than once, asking why she would fall in love with a weak mortal man? If his father was also a demon cultivator, if he did not have human blood in his body, he would not have to suffer so much.

The mother's life in the demon tribe was not easy, but she endured it for her son. She didn't expect that even her son would not stand on her side.

This caused the mother to become depressed, her health deteriorated, and she eventually died of depression.

After his mother passed away, He Bieqing was left with no one to take care of him, and his life became even worse and miserable.

He was forced to leave the Feather Clan and wander around.

One time, he mistakenly entered the territory of a high-level monster and was chased by the monster. He was seriously injured and was in critical condition.

When his life was at stake, a god suddenly descended from the sky and rescued him.