After all, Ren Qingci never knew what he had done for her. To be more precise, she had never seen him, and she didn't even know his name.
Yin Haoyue took a step closer to him and looked at him with eyes that seemed to see everything: "Are you worried? Otherwise, why would you send someone to capture her in the living world?"
"No," Bu Nanxiao finally said, "It's none of my business who she falls in love with. It's just that people from the North Wushan Mountain said not long ago that Celadon has been too restless recently and has been stationing troops and building defenses privately. Everything is aimed at the world of death.
It's a good thing that I know this news, but if the young master finds out, I may not be able to protect her."
"So you caught her back without permission, just to protect her under your wings so that the young master and the others can't notice, right? Oh, should I praise you for your infatuation or call you stupid? You are just setting yourself on fire."
The leader of the Rakshasa Hall, whose status in the world of death is second only to the young master, felt the most secret pain in his heart because of these words. In fact, there is no difference between infatuation and stupidity. It's just that one is mutual love and the other is wishful thinking.
She added: "You don't understand a woman's mind. Ren Qingci is clearly digging her own grave this time. She did it on purpose because she doesn't want to live anymore."
Bu Nanxiao was obviously shocked, but fell silent for a moment. Yin Jiaoyue looked at Bu Nanxiao like that and sighed deeply.
I don’t know whether it is right or wrong to push him to such a position. He does have talents that are not inferior to those of the young master, but I am afraid that as passionate as he is, if he cannot break through the demonic barrier of "love", he will never be able to achieve greatness.
At this time, a little maid ran over and knelt in front of Yin Jiaoyue: "I'm telling Yue Ji that the young master has told me that he won't rest at the Jinshui Building tonight. He will... go to the first floor of the sky."
Yin Haoyue didn't speak, but her eyes dimmed for a moment, and she snorted coldly from her throat, scaring the little maid so much that she didn't dare to stand up for a long time.
Bu Nanxiao understood immediately: "Are you at odds with the young master again?"
Yin Jiaoyue sneered: "How dare I make trouble with him? I'm afraid he will send me back to the Raksha Hall Prison and torture me until I'm half dead."
Speaking of that time, Bu Nanxiao couldn't help but take a breath. That time the two of them quarreled so fiercely that the young master was so angry that he sent Yue Ji back to the prison to endure the torture of the slave girl again. She walked out from there.
A scar was left on his forehead and he was sent back there by the young master, which burned the scar deeper. Although he was brought back to Jinshui Tower by the young master later, the distrust between them became even more deep-rooted.