There was a muffled laughter from below, and everyone saw the actions of these two people and understood it tacitly.
Although he said no more, Duan Zifei's pair of extremely pale eyes quietly overflowed with a strange brilliance...
At this time, Wuhen, who was supposed to be repairing the door, walked in with a serious look on his face. He was holding a square wooden box dozens of centimeters high in his hand and put it on the table, "Pavilion Master, this is Duan Yichen.
Someone sent it here."
"when!"
Xiaoxiao's chopsticks fell out of her hand, making a small noise.
She thought she could forget, she thought she could not care, but when she heard the words "Duan Yichen", her heart was still stung.
Duan Zifei glanced at her, then looked at the wooden box, "Open it."
"yes!"
Wu Yan stood up and opened it carefully. When he saw what was inside, he frowned, "Pavilion Master..."
Duanzi's eyes were indifferent. When he glanced there, his pupils tightened. "Close it," there was a hint of command in his voice.
Silently, he closed the wooden box again.
"Can you give me a look?"
Xiaoxiao looked at him, as if she had a premonition of something. Although her face was very pale, she still forced herself to calm down.
Duan Zifei raised his eyes and glanced at her without saying a word.
The originally lively atmosphere suddenly became a bit strange. Everyone's eyes were focused on the wooden box and the smell of blood floating in the air.
Xiaoxiao stood up slowly, her eyes becoming more persistent, "Let me see."
Duan Zifei lowered his eyes, his red lips twitched slightly, and after a while, he raised his head.
Wu Yan slowly opened the lid of the box again...
Xiaoxiao clenched her fists tightly, and when her eyes met the box, she suddenly froze, "Little, little Douzi..."
Inside the box was a bloody human head.
Xiaodouzi'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 to tell his sister Mo Ying that he was not afraid, and he was really not afraid at all.
He didn't want her to blame herself...
So, in the last moment of his life, he wanted to smile.
"Little Douzi?!"
Xiaoxiao suddenly went crazy and threw herself on the box. She hugged the box with her eyes wide open, muttering and shouting a little crazily, "Xiaodouzi, stop joking with Sister Mo Ying, haha, this
Magic is really not fun at all... Xiaodouzi, stop changing and come out!"
In the wooden box, Xiaodouzi's head is still smiling with a painful expression on his face...
"Xiaodouzi...Xiaodouzi..." Big tears rolled down her face, but Xiaoxiao didn't realize it. She tried her best to open her eyes wide, trying to see where Xiaodouzi was hiding. He usually liked to follow
She was joking, this must be a prank on his part, yes, that's right, that's it!
It's a prank!
"Xiaodouzi, if you don't come out anymore, I'm going to be angry..." Xiaoxiao's voice began to choke, and more and more tears fell, "Xiaodouzi, stop playing, sister Mo Ying will be scared... Xiaodouzi, as long as
When you come out, Sister Mo Ying will take you out of the palace. Let's go find your father, okay? Okay..."
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Although they didn't know who this Xiaodouzi was, everyone could tell that he was a very important person to Xiaoxiao.
After a few seconds of silence, Xiaoxiao burst into tears, "Xiaodouzi! Xiaodouzi! You don't want to die, I don't want you to die!" She hugged the wooden box tightly, screaming and shouting, "Xiaodouzi! It was me who harmed you! It was me!"
The crease between Duan Zifei's eyebrows deepened, he raised his eyes and glanced at Wuyan, who immediately understood and stepped forward to take the wooden box from Xiaoxiao's arms, but Xiaoxiao held on tightly and refused to let go, "Xiaodouzi ...Sister Mo Ying will take you away...Don't be afraid, no one will dare to hurt you again..."
Wu Yan gritted his teeth and pulled out the wooden box.
"No! Give me back Xiaodouzi! Give me back!" Xiaoxiao frantically wanted to rush over and snatch it back, but someone grabbed her around the waist and took her into his arms forcefully. He pressed the back of her head with his palm and pulled her back. Her face pressed into his slightly rising chest.
"Don't take away Xiaodouzi... give him back to me..." Xiaoxiao cried so hard that she couldn't help herself. She collapsed in Duan Zifei's arms, repeating this sentence over and over again.
Everyone stood up silently and retreated. No matter what, they had to find out what was going on as soon as possible!
Duan Zifei raised his eyebrows, listening to the painful cry of the person in his arms. For a moment, he had the thought of risking everything for her tears.
It turns out that in this world, Duan Zifei, who can be so cruel that he would even abandon himself, has something to be afraid of.
That is, her tears.
Xiaoxiao raised her head, her little face red from crying suddenly looked at him blankly, "Zifei, do you know? I hurt him, I am the murderer... No, I am more hateful than the person who chopped off his head. , if it weren’t for me, Xiaodouzi would not have died and would still be living happily... I am the killer, I am the one..."
Duan Zifei narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of love in his eyes, although it was so fast that it was fleeting.
"You're 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 still just a child, he Call me 'Sister Mo Ying' and trust me so much, but what about me? What did I do? I killed him! And let him die so miserably! No one is more hateful than me..."
Duan Zifei didn't say another word, he just hugged her tightly and let her cry out all the self-blame.
"He asked me to leave before, but as for me, I selfishly wanted to stay with him for that humble feeling, but in the end I killed Xiaodouzi..."
Xiaoxiao clasped his clothes tightly with both hands, wishing she could replace Xiaodouzi right away, "Why wasn't I the one who died? Why should it be 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 her arms was shocked and raised her tearful face in confusion. What to do? What does she want to do?
******
Seeing the coffin containing Xiaodouzi's head being buried, Xiaoxiao didn't shed a single tear. Her strong look was heartbreaking. She knelt in front of Xiaodouzi's grave, stretched out her hand and touched the cold body of the monument, "Xiaodouzi, don't be afraid. , with Sister Mo Ying here, I will protect you and never let you suffer any injustice. As for those who have harmed you...I will not let them go! Not even one of them!"