After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 1195 Entering My Acacia Door
A short distance apart, the two stared at each other like this.

Seeing the solemn atmosphere, Chongyang retreated silently.

Suddenly, there were only two people left in the huge room.

"Why?" After a long time, he uttered three words with difficulty.

There was a sense of weakness in the hoarseness, and the eyes were full of heartache and despair.

Yin Jiuqing let out an inaudible sigh, "Do you think I was responsible for the massacre of Qingyun Temple?"

He never spoke, just looked at her stubbornly.

Yin Jiuqing's heart also gradually cooled down.

She thought that even if everyone in the world thought that she did what happened to Qingyun Temple, he wouldn't.

But it never occurred to him that he thought so too.

"Heh!" The bright red lips spat out a word inaudibly, filled with endless ridicule.

"Why, do you still want to kill me?"

In his silence, she slowly stepped forward.

She took his hand and stuffed the Qingming dagger into his hand.

The touch of her palm made his eyes tremble slightly.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the sword fell to the ground with a 'dang', making a dull sound.

There was a little mist in his eyes, like a drowning man trying to catch the last driftwood.

He said, "Xiao Jiu, you tell the monk, it's not you."

Yin Jiuqing looked at him coldly, her bright red lips curled up sarcastically.

When he came here in a rage, he explained that in his heart, he believed that the person who slaughtered Qingyun Temple was her.

It's true, he left her alone on the wedding day and became the laughing stock in everyone's eyes.

She naturally had the motivation and ability to slaughter Qingyun Temple.

She slowly raised her hand and pinched his jaw heavily.

She approached him, opened her red lips lightly, and whispered in his ear, "So what if it's me, so what if it's not?"

"Little Nine!"

He uttered two words hoarsely, and his eyes met her firmly.

She looked at him, and in his compassionate and clear eyes, she saw the agreement that had lasted years like water, and saw the unavoidable affection.

Yin Jiuqing was in a trance for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

After a while, she let out a heavy breath, "It's not me."

Hearing this, Li Cang breathed a sigh of relief like a heavy burden.

As long as she said it, he would believe it.

She didn't stay any longer, she lifted her foot and walked out.

Even if she didn't say it, the monk's move still broke her heart.

She, Yin Jiuqing, is indeed not a good person, but even if she lost the whole world, she never thought of hurting him.

When she was about to go out, he suddenly grabbed her hand.

She paused, let him hold her hand, didn't speak, and stood there quietly.

After a long time, the monk's somewhat difficult words sounded slowly, "Xiao Jiu, don't go."

Just four words, but contains a lot of emotions.

Frustration, guilt, grief...

Yin Jiuqing sighed inaudibly.

She didn't speak, but silently pulled out the hand that was held by him.

Then, he walked outside completely without stopping for a minute.

Li Cang lowered his head dully, her warmth and smell still remained in his palm, but...

Xiao Jiu refused to forgive him.

He is hailed by the world as the most Buddha-like Zen master. He is confident that he can withstand the throwing of the streamer, even if he is deep in the world of mortals, he can drink this cup of strong tea mixed with worldly flavors in one gulp.

However, when the parting really came, when that person's eyes were moist, he was caught off guard.

(End of this chapter)