Demon branches and jade leaves

Chapter 161

Jiang Louyue suddenly felt that all along, she seemed to have really misunderstood this man, and that something hard in her heart gradually disintegrated.

"Brother..."

She stretched out a small plain white hand, wanting to withdraw the book of "Dangerous Country" from his hand.

"stop looking."

She really didn't want him to watch it any longer.

She has already received his consideration for himself.

"Don't be noisy."

Di Jiuchen frowned slightly, turned his body slightly, and withdrew his hand, and did not mean to let Jiang Louyue touch the book of "Dangerous Country" at all.

Time passed slowly.

After about half an hour, Di Jiuchen finally finished reading the entire book of "Blame the Country".

He turned his head, his face was extremely stern, and there was a terrible light in his eyes like black holes: "Lou Yue, who gave you the original script?"

Jiang Louyue pursed her lips, hesitated for a while, and decided to tell the truth.

Brother, you can be trusted.

"It's the pavilion owner of Jiuding Pavilion and Liusan Pavilion."

Di Jiuchen's pretty brows became tighter and tighter, and he asked in a deep voice, "Have you seen him?"

"No." Jiang Louyue shook her head gently and said, "I met the pavilion master twice, but I didn't see his face."

Di Jiuchen took a deep breath.

"The Lord Pavilion Master exudes a terrifying dark aura. As soon as people approach him, they can't help but want to bow their heads and surrender, and they don't even have the courage to raise their heads."

When Jiang Louyue said this, she suddenly felt a little useless.

"I remember you said that the pavilion master is not very old."

Di Jiuchen held the original black-covered "Disaster for the Nation" in one hand, and a ball of extremely blazing black flames instantly rose from the palm of his hand.

Under the calcination of black extreme fire, "Blame the Country" instantly turned to ashes.

"You can't keep this thing. It's a disaster if people see it. You showed it to Nangong Beiche before. If he's not strict with his mouth, he will dispose of it when necessary."

Jiang Louyue gasped, and looked at Di Jiuchen in great surprise.

"Brother, are you going to kill him?"

Although in her previous life, she knew that he was extremely cruel and never procrastinating, but in this life, it was still a bit difficult to accept.

"I mean when necessary."

Di Jiuchen watched "Breaking the Country" turned to ashes in his hands, his black eyes narrowed dangerously, and his voice seemed to come from hell, "But Nangong Beiche seems to be very loyal to Mr. Lou, and he has a wife and children at home, if he Knowing each other, let him live a few more days is fine."

A look of shame flashed across Jiang Louyue's beautiful eyes: "I asked him to adapt "The Demon Concubine in Disaster", and I am also responsible."

"He adapted it very well."

Di Jiuchen gave a fair judgment, "If I hadn't been a party, I wouldn't have seen the mystery at all."

Jiang Louyue paused, cast a questioning look at Di Jiuchen, and said, "Then, do I still need to use the playbook of "The Demon Concubine Disaster for the Nation"?"

Di Jiuchen was silent.

His black eyes, as deep as the sea, cast them into the vast night.

"The ____ does not work."

In the silent night, only the breathing of two people could be heard.

"Lou Yue, let's go to Jiuding Pavilion tomorrow. I want to meet this famous and mysterious Pavilion Master in person."

Jiang Louyue nodded and said, "Okay."

She paused, and then said: "Actually, I think this script can still be used. After all, the identity of Mr. Lou is a mystery, and it is very difficult for the other party to find me."

Di Jiuchen's expression darkened: "Don't take chances, this is the royal land of the Daqian Dynasty, and it's all under Dique's sphere of influence. If he wants to find someone, there is absolutely no reason why he can't find him."

Jiang Louyue was silent.

"It's late at night, go back to sleep."

Di Jiuchen stretched out a hand and gently rubbed Jiang Louyue's hairy little head, with a deep hidden nostalgia in his black eyes, "You'd better not let the matter of "Bad to the Country" Participate. I don't want you to be involved in a dirty royal fight."

Jiang Louyue nodded in confusion.

Touching her head with that big warm hand, for a moment, she felt that he was like her own relatives, and she was the protected one.

Di Jiuchen was sleepless all night.

He lay on the soft couch all night, with his arms resting on his head, his eyes widened, and the childhood nightmares played back over and over again in his mind.

Mother died tragically to save herself, and she was seriously injured, but was fortunately rescued by Yao Lao.

Those were the darkest days of my life.

He refused to speak, he even forgot how to speak.

Every day he sat under a willow tree by the river in a daze, neither crying nor laughing, and sat like this for three years.

He clearly remembered that he was ten years old at the time.

By the side of that quiet river, suddenly came a six-year-old girl, white and tender, as if made of water, with a silly smile on her face all the time.

I don't know if that water doll is out of his mind, but he seems to be particularly interested in him, and keeps crawling on his body, babbling and twittering endlessly.

Shuiwawa is very naughty and always makes trouble with him, which makes him unable to think about life properly and recall the painful past.

At that time, I was still very violent, and when I was annoyed by the water doll, I stretched out a hand and pinched her chubby face.

"Yiyingying—brother is bad!" Shuiwawa burst into tears immediately.

I don't know why, but his heart, which is harder than steel, turned soft for no reason, and was disturbed by this water doll.

He started trying to coax her.

But he himself is just a child, and he doesn't know how to coax people right.

"Shut up! Don't cry!"

Finally, he got annoyed and yelled at the water doll.

After shouting, he was stunned.This was the first sentence he uttered in three years.

Shuiwawa was stunned by the yelling, forgot to cry, flattened her mouth, and looked at him extremely aggrieved, wringing her little hands.

A sense of guilt rose in his heart.

Then he went up to the willow tree and gave her a nest of eggs as compensation.

Sure enough, the water baby was holding the bird's egg, and immediately smiled, very happy.

In the next month, he still came to sit under the willow tree by the river every day as usual, not in a daze, not in meditation, but just for a silent expectation.

And the doll made of water did not disappoint him, and often sneaked out to play with him.

She's more fussy than ever, and still giggles every day.

Unconsciously, he found that he could say more and more things, and finally one day, he was able to communicate with everyone without any obstacles.

"Why do you come here to play every day?" One day, he asked the question in his heart, "Does your family ignore you?"

(End of this chapter)