Lord, let me be arrogant [End]

There was a suppressed muffled laughter from below, and everyone was aware of the actions of these two people, tacitly.

Although he didn't speak any more, but Duan Zifei's extremely pale eyes quietly overflowed with a strange brilliance...

At this time, Wuhen, who was supposed to repair the door, came in with a serious face, holding a square wooden box tens of centimeters high in his hand, and put it on the table, "Master, this is Duan Yichen." It was sent over."

"when!"

Xiaoxiao's chopsticks came off her hand, making a moderate noise.

She thought she could forget, she thought she could not care, but when she heard the word "Duan Yichen", her heart was still stabbed.

Duan Zifei glanced at her, then looked at the wooden box, "Open it."

"Yes!"

Wu Yan stood up, opened it cautiously, and when he saw what was inside, he frowned tightly, "Pavilion Master..."

Duan Zifei's indifferent eyes, when he glanced there, his pupils constricted for a while, "Close," there was a trace of command in his voice.

Wu Yan silently closed the wooden box again.

"Can you show me?"

Xiaoxiao looked at him, as if she had a premonition, and although her face was very pale, she still forced herself to calm down.

Duan Zifei raised his eyes, glanced at her, and said nothing.

The originally lively atmosphere suddenly became a bit weird, everyone's eyes were focused on the wooden box, and the smell of blood wafted in the air.

Xiaoxiao stood up slowly, her eyes became more persistent, "Let me see."

Duan Zifei lowered his eyes, his red lips squirmed slightly, and after a while, he nodded.

Wu Yan slowly opened the lid of the box again...

Xiaoxiao clenched her fists tightly, and the moment her eyes met the box, she froze suddenly, "Xiao, Xiaodouzi..."

Inside the box was a bloody human head.

Little Bean's head.

His eyes were closed tightly, and the expression on his face still maintained the painful struggle at that time, but the corners of his mouth were raised, as if telling his sister Mo Ying that he was not afraid, really not at all, He doesn't want her to blame herself...

So, in the last moment of his life, he wanted to smile.

"Little bean?!"

Xiaoxiao suddenly went crazy, and threw herself on the box. She hugged the box, opened her eyes wide, murmured, and shouted frantically, "Little Douzi, stop joking with Sister Moying, hehe, this Magic is really not fun at all... Xiaodouzi, don't change, come out!"

Inside the wooden box, Xiaodouzi's head was still smiling under a painful expression...

"Little Douzi...Little Douzi..." Tears rolled down big and big, but Xiaoxiao didn't realize it. She tried her best to open her eyes wide, trying to see where Xiaodouzi was hiding. She was joking, it must be his prank, yes, that's right, that's it!

It's a prank!

"Little Douzi, you don't come out anymore, I'm going to be angry..." Xiaoxiao's voice began to choke, and tears fell more and more, "Little Douzi, stop playing, Sister Moying will be afraid...Little Douzi, as long as you When you come out, Sister Mo Ying will take you out of the palace, shall we go find your father? Shall we..."

Time seemed to stop at this moment.

Although they don't know who this little bean is, everyone can tell that he is a very important person to Xiaoxiao.

After a few seconds of silence, Xiaoxiao burst into tears, "Little Douzi! Little Douzi! You don't want to die, I don't want you to die!" She hugged the wooden box tightly, screaming, screaming, "Little Douzi! It was I who killed you! It was me!"

The crease between Duan Zifei's eyebrows deepened, he looked up and was speechless, the latter immediately understood, and stepped forward to take the wooden box from Xiaoxiao's arms, but Xiaoxiao hugged tightly and refused to let go, "Little Douzi ...Sister Mo Ying will take you away...Don't be afraid, no one will dare to hurt you anymore..."

Wu Yan gritted his teeth and forcefully pulled out the wooden box.

"No! Give me back the little bean! Give me back!" Xiaoxiao frantically wanted to rush over and snatch it back, but someone grabbed her waist and pulled her into her arms forcefully. Her face was pressed into his slightly heaving chest.

"Don't take Xiaodouzi away...give him back to me..." Xiaoxiao cried so hard that she collapsed into Duan Zifei's arms, repeating this sentence over and over again.

Everyone stood up silently, and all retreated. No matter what, they had to find out what was going on as soon as possible!

Duan Zifei frowned, listening to the painful cries of the person in his arms, for a moment, he had the thought of being desperate for her tears.

It turns out that in this world, there are things that can be so cruel that even oneself would abandon them, but there are also things to be afraid of.

That is, her tears.

Xiaoxiao raised her head, her little face flushed from crying suddenly looked at him in a daze, "Zifei, do you know? It was I who killed him, and I am the murderer... No, I am more hateful than the one who beheaded him." , if it wasn't for me, Xiaodouzi wouldn't have died, and would have lived a happy life... I'm the killer, I'm the one..."

Duan Zifei's eyes are full of pity, although the speed is so fast that it will disappear in a blink of an eye.

"you are not."

"No..." Xiaoxiao shook her head, "He died because of me, because I...I hate myself!" She beat her chest with her fist in disgust, "Xiaodouzi is just a child, he Call me 'Sister Mo Ying', so trust me, but what about me? What did I do? I killed him! And let him die so badly! No one is more hateful than me..."

Duan Zifei didn't say another word, but just hugged her tightly and let her cry out all the self-blame.

"He asked me to leave before, but I selfishly wanted to stay by his side because of my humble feelings, but in the end I killed Xiaodouzi..."

Xiaoxiao grabbed his skirt tightly with both hands, wishing she could replace Xiaodouzi immediately, "Why didn't I die? Why Xiaodouzi?!"

Duan Zifei narrowed his eyes and pursed his thin lips, "Don't cry, tell me what you want to do."

As long as she doesn't cry.

The person in his arms was startled, and he raised his tears in a daze, what should he do?What does she want to do?

******

Watching the coffin with Xiaodouzi's head buried, Xiaoxiao didn't shed a single tear.Her strong appearance made people feel distressed. She knelt in front of Xiaodouzi's tomb, stretched out her hand to caress the cold stone body, "Little Douzi, don't be afraid, with Sister Moying here, I will protect you and never let you be hurt again." Reluctant. As for those who have harmed you... I will never let you go! Not even one!"