"Students" Conspiracy

Yexiu's brows were tightened again, but this time he didn't speak because of his reason, and his cold expression looked a little helpless.

Jing Che looked at Yexiu's rather tangled expression for a while, then burst out laughing.She smiled wildly but not seductively, and smiled, her voice was inexplicably low, choked in her throat like a river that could not flow: "Did your sister tell you that there was a person in my past who was just like you?" face and name."

He stood still, his eyes dull for a moment: "No."

Jing Che raised her head and smiled, spreading her arms on the edge of the coffin, staring at the candlelight hanging from the vaulted dome on the top of the shrine, which made the corners of her eyes a little moist: "He is the one who treats me the most in this world." A good person...it's a pity, why didn't I fall in love with him. "

Yexiu looked up following her gaze, confirmed that there was nothing on the vault, then turned around slowly, his face was as tight as ever, serious and rigid: "...you remember to lie back by yourself."

After he was about to leave, Jing Che got up to stop him, and found that his strength was getting stronger and stronger, and his voice was full of confidence: "Don't go, talk to me."

Yexiu's face turned pale for a moment.

"If I were alone, I wouldn't guarantee that I wouldn't tell the gods how your sister spied on my body." Jing Che tilted his face, smiling innocently and enchantingly, "And I'm about to die, you have to treat the checkmate kindly." man."

Yexiu turned around stiffly, the corners of his mouth moved, but he didn't speak after all.

"Sit." Knowing that he had compromised, Jing Che casually sat down next to the coffin, and patted an open space beside him.

He has also cultivated the shrine for most of his life, and every time he faces the statue, he respectfully worships it. In any case, he would never have thought that this woman would make such an outrageous request. It is strange to say that for Hong Yi, he But he couldn't get angry, and he couldn't show the majesty of the former village master.

Jing Che smiled and watched Ye Xiu, a little lost in thought: "Even their personalities are exactly the same... It's really not funny to stick to the rules."

"Speak quickly if you have anything to say." Yexiu looked away helplessly.

What is she trying to say?In fact, Jing Che himself didn't know it either.Fate may be so wonderful, she has a brother-like dependence on Yexiu, no matter it is a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, she has countless unspeakable things to share with others, especially when people are about to die, the memories are always menacing.

But thousands of words came to his lips, but finally he was speechless. At this moment, Jing Che even felt that he might have lost the ability to confide.These eight years of cruel life forced her to keep her face, forced her to be invulnerable, and forced her to live with countless layers of masks and skins. Even if she was about to die now, the shell she was carrying was still heavy.

Brushing off her robe, she stretched her legs and stood up from the ground. It has been a long time since Jing Che behaved so presumptuously. Her status always requires her to have both the elegance of a woman and the sharpness of a killer. But you have to know that in the past, she only had the arrogance of a girl, and the rebelliousness she learned from Baili Fengjian.

That was all in the past.

She parted the corners of her lips and smiled a little bit, and patted Yexiu on the shoulder: "Let's go."

"Where?"

"When you first met me, didn't you ask me... what is my last wish?" She blinked, "Help me fulfill my last wish."

Before Yexiu even agreed, Jing Che dragged him out by the arm.He even began to wonder if the calm, ruthless, and alluring red dress he saw a few days ago was possessed by someone after his death.

And after Yexiu knew what she was going to do, he stood at the door of Baili Fengjian with a livid face, holding back a sentence for a long time: "Red clothes, you are simply too rude."

Jing Che didn't care about Yexiu's evaluation, and even snapped his fingers a little provocatively, the small spell-casting formula cut off all the sounds in the room.Baili Fengjian lost his spiritual power at night, so naturally he couldn't detect Jing Che's movements.She swaggered into his room and took his wine gourd from his bedside.

But after she left his bedside for a few steps, she looked back again, and her footsteps stopped in place.He was leaning on the head of the bed with his chest folded and snoring, a few strands of hair on his forehead blocked his slanting eyebrows flying into his temples, and fell to the high bridge of his nose. His snoring was even and subtle, and his face was not clear in the extreme darkness. It's like looking at it from a long distance.

In the past, she seldom saw his sleeping face, because too often he heard her footsteps outside.He greeted her soberly, and called out "Ache" with a smile.

At this moment, I looked at this person with a feeling that everything was empty... Maybe the hatred in the past was not as intense as it was in the beginning.After all, he... is so eager to know her whereabouts, no matter what his state of mind is.And this person, she once called Master so enthusiastically.

She turned around and wanted to leave, but the strength in her body seemed to gradually weaken after leaving the shrine. She didn't even have time to press down her chest for a surge of blood, and she vomited to the ground with a wow, spreading out a black and red patch in the night .

Jing Che hastily cast spells to remove the blood stains, but someone helped her clean up the scene before her, and then asked her with a grim expression, "Can I leave someone else's house?"

She proudly waved the wine gourd in her hand as a sign of her success, walked up to Yexiu as if nothing had happened, and said, "You know, I have tried to steal his gourd countless times before and hide it so that he can't find it. It pissed him off to pour out the wine, but I never succeeded, he loved his gourd too much, and never left it."

Jing Che hugged the wine gourd, and groped for the delicate patterns on the wall of the gourd. It seemed that there was residual heat from his body temperature on it, maybe it was just her illusion.

The two sat on the bluestone steps in front of the shrine, Yexiu's face was stiff and uncomfortable, but Jing Che seemed to be a completely different person, acting informal and talkative, and he let the two of them out of the shrine. The bronze wine bottle that was taken out was placed on the ground and filled with wine, while he said: "Let's play a game and ask each other questions. If they answer, the person who asks the question will have a drink. If they don't answer, the person who is asked will be fined two glasses."

"God said that wine is a kind of greed, I..."

Jing Che didn't care whether he wanted to or not, and forced the wine glass into his hand, his eyes sparkling behind the mask: "Let me ask you first, how long have you lived."

Yexiu was startled, and said, "2000."

Jing Che was bringing the wine glass to his lips, and almost spit out a sip of wine: "The premise of our game is to tell the truth."

"I will not lie before God." His expression was usually indifferent.

"All right, all right, what you said is true," Jing Che raised his head and took a drink, but choked on the hotness, and waved his hands even though his face flushed from coughing, "Cough... it's your turn to ask."

Yexiu fumbled for the base of the bronze wine bottle repeatedly with his fingertips, and finally raised his eyes, his cold face was as serious as ever: "When you drink alcohol, the blood in your body will surge up. Are you okay now?"

Jing Che blinked slightly. She had thought about all kinds of questions that Yexiu might ask, but she never thought that he would ask this question. There was clearly no wind, but she felt something whizzing towards her, making her eyes sting .