Chapter three hundred and sixty-seven: Night is quieter
"Have you met her? This is really interesting."
When Wenjiu came to the roof, Wu Wonglan's whole body exuded the smell of cheap alcohol. He was still far from being drunk, but now he was very sober. The cold wind blew in waves, and Wenjiu looked at his loose body.
Wearing clothes, I thought that this was indeed not a temperature that humans could bear. But no matter, since a long time ago, the man in front of me could no longer be called a human being.
The person who was talking to him now was not only a monster, but also a monster with the name of evil. Wenjiu couldn't forget this. The interesting words in this evil messenger's mouth were not kind words of praise.
"With your skills, let alone making it impossible for her to catch up with you, it's easy to completely break away from her tracking." Huayu calmly stated, "Meeting her may be better said to be a kind of temptation, right? You
I’m also very curious about what this former fiancée’s attitude is towards you now, and how much her strength has improved in these trials.”
"Well. You really know me very well, hahahaha..." He smiled, as gently as before, "However, this is just a kind of improvisation. I just happened to pass by where she was, although I knew
She was nearby, but I never thought about being exposed in front of her like this. Although, I did keep a small eye on it... When I passed by, I wondered if she could find me. From this point of view, to this day,
She still cares about me very much. I really can’t tell whether I should be happy or sad.”
Wenjiu said lightly. There was no nostalgia in his tone, and there was no indifference in deliberately putting aside the relationship. Such an ordinary answer seemed even more indifferent. Wuyonglan raised the wine bag, and the corners of his mouth curved like a smile.
With some kind of irony. He didn't care how Wenjiu interpreted it, and Wenjiu didn't care about such minutiae. Then Wuyonglan raised a new question:
"I'm wondering... have you told her all the so-called truth of the matter? I bet you haven't. However, this is somewhat of a pity."
"You made the right bet." Wen Jiu said again, "You do know me very well. But, this is not a pity."
"Isn't this a pity? What happened on that night when Shiranui was lit many years ago, where your brother couldn't see it... If you can tell her, she will definitely understand you completely. And
Your brother will also get the answers he is looking for from her and untie his knot with you. In that way, you will probably be able to put an end to the past. Isn't this a good thing? If I were you, maybe I would
Do this.”
"But you are not me." Wenjiu shook his head, "And if you were me, you wouldn't do this. You, please stop making fun of me. You and I can't act like children even if you make such a joke
You can make it the same and laugh out loud again.”
Wen Jiu lowered his head and glanced at the streets below. The roads were empty at night, and not a single person was seen at every intersection. It was really cold, and the Chinese New Year was about to begin. However, there was no trace of the Chinese New Year at this time of year.
, people haven’t made any preparations yet. Maybe there will be another snowfall, and the New Year’s Eve atmosphere will be a little stronger.
"What happened at the beginning was by no means a trivial matter, but it was not all that determined the differences between me and them. I have become very clear that since we parted ways, we have already reached a completely different position. I will not tell them the truth.
, on the contrary, it respects their position to prevent them from being shaken and left-wing
I'm in a dilemma. In my opinion, it doesn't lead to things developing to this point... If I tell you these bad things of mine, only you can believe them. In order to repay your trust, I am indeed willing to do a lot for you.
You are different from those mediocre people. It is precisely because of this that you become what you are now."
"Because humans... are disgusting, right? Most monsters think so." Wuyonglan's tone made it impossible to hear the ups and downs of emotions, as if he was not a member of the human race, but was born with it.
He was a pure monster. But he still said in a normal way: "Whether I find it interesting or bored, I want to get something from these groups, even if it is something invisible. What I want to get is far away."
There's more than a little that can be exploited from this group. It's really pitiful."
"You are right," Wenjiu clenched his fists slightly, but his expression did not change at all. Wenjiu raised his head, looked at the cold night sky, and continued: "Even after so many years... I still have a deep love for human beings."
I hate it to the core. I used to be with them.
At that time, I could only suppress these emotions because of my brother. His sister could naturally be persuaded by him. After all, they have the same blood, the same close relatives, and the same experiences, and she listened to his words so much.
But..."
He paused slightly, wondering if he was remembering something or if he was thinking about how to express what he was thinking.
"But you are different from them." Wuyonglan said coldly, "It is better to say that no two individuals in this world are completely the same. Sometimes, even if they are extremely similar, the subtle differences will
A slight mistake can lead to a mistake of a thousand miles."
"But I'm different from them."
Wenjiu repeated the story. He took out the special flute, or Xiao, whatever it was from his waist... Anyway, it was unique in the world. He touched it gently, feeling that it sucked away the coldness around it and warmed it up.
A layer of frost seemed to form on his fingertips. He knew that the other corresponding object was also unique in the world.
"You gave her what I gave you." Wuyonglan said casually, with a tone that sounded like he didn't care much.
"Um."
"It is rumored that Kinnara and Gandharva are a pair of siblings from the heaven. Although they are sworn sisters and brothers, they really love each other as brothers, which is different from many people in the heaven who have no feelings. Your hand
What is on the table belongs to the Gandharva, and you handed over another magical weapon to her. Perhaps this is also some kind of sustenance on your part. To be honest, I don’t understand your mood, but this behavior seems to
On some level...it should touch people's hearts."
Wen Jiu put away the instrument, and the smile that briefly disappeared reappeared on his face.
"Let's talk about her brother. We have spent more time together. But what about him... Zhongli Hanshang, the series of teachings he told me cannot really educate me. I understand in my heart.
, but I thought again, who made us brothers? Who made us depend on each other and share joys and sorrows... not to mention that we were always hanging out together at that time.
Together they have supported each other for a long time. In this way, even if I have any thoughts, I will be willing to restrain myself for them. Whether those hatred or anger, their seeds are rooted in the heart, but when they sprout, they will always be
Temporarily extinguished. But that day still came, and those things just happened. Now, I don’t want to reverse them, but I have no intention of killing myself anymore.”
"My brother from the past has still benefited. That kind of power is very powerful, and it is his ability to control it." Wen Jiu chuckled, "He will get to know more powerful people, and there will be new ones.
Enemies will also have new brothers...the same goes for his good sister. We don't have to choose each other. I don't need to suppress my heart like that anymore, and they don't have to face these struggles."
"Sounds a bit boring." Wuyonglan commented casually.
"What should you do next?" Wen Jiu still had an unchanging smile, "After talking about me so much, it's time to talk about your side. I heard that you recently cracked a talisman on the magic circle.
Wen, it seems that some experiments are needed."
Wuyong Lan said lazily: "The time is tight and the conditions are not enough... It is very troublesome to operate. If possible, I would like to put it into use directly. In this way, whether it is the woman's wish or the man's,
All our wishes can be realized and our obstacles will be reduced. It can be said that it is a good thing to kill three birds with one stone."
"Sounds really good. However, you are also worried about the risks, right?"
"The greatest safety is to not lose control. But compared to this spell, if it fails, the situation will become unimaginable. Or... we can change to a gentler target. That way, at least
Is there one person who can achieve his goal? Likewise, there is also the risk of being discovered by someone who gets in the way."
"Oh my, you seem to be trying to instigate us brothers to antagonize each other." Wen Jiu hugged his shoulders and sighed, "The biggest threat at the moment is not the impermanence of the Six Paths, nor the Celestial Master, but the wind and cloud.
Let’s kill that friend.”
"Friends--" Wuyonglan said in a long voice, "Not really, I know that very well. If you have to say it, let's just say we are the same kind."
"You are really attached to this person."
"However, what I want to entrust you is not to contain them - I know that it is difficult for you to be an enemy of them for the time being, both in terms of position and strength. So at least... not now. I want to ask you
, is there any news about the woman with the Demon-Sealing Blade?"
"Since the last time we joined forces to attack Lord Ruyue in the six spiritual veins, we parted ways. She is a pure person who has only focused on pursuing the ultimate in martial arts throughout her life. I heard that a long time ago, Lord Shuangyue was not the Lu Yinxue she is today.
The man in this position looked like this when we met him. She is the reincarnation of that man."
"I know this. They are so similar."
"Artifacts... have memories, especially those powerful weapons forged by Shura. Most of them have the characteristic of recognizing their master. Even this purple-gold demon-subduing pestle has inherited this characteristic to a certain extent." Wen Jiu
Said flatly, "She
She must have absorbed the memories belonging to Lord Shuoyue from the demon-subduing pestle used by the 'Black Dragon'. So, is she still the real her? But what we monsters usually identify is the soul itself. As for who she is...it doesn't really matter.
.”
"So the bad words are the real thing?" Wuyonglan asked.
"That's not important either."
"That's right. As expected, the monster's thinking is more suitable for me, haha." Wuyonglan chuckled twice and murmured to himself, "Then, next..."
