Xue Hu pushed open the room where he originally lived.
All the furnishings were as before, the windows were clean and spotless, and even the piece of clothing he had placed on the chair before he left remained the same, as if he had never left.
This filled his heart with a warm feeling.
"Little girl——"
Xue Hu said softly, "You're actually waiting for me like this."
"Um."
Yang Zimei on the side nodded and said a little aggrievedly, "Every day, as long as I am at home, I will come here to take a look and sit around, hoping to see you back, but you, a bad guy, have obviously escaped the sky.
He has been robbed, but he has refused to come back."
Xue Hu looked at her deeply and said, "Little girl, I'm a little tired. You go out first and let me rest."
"OK."
Yang Zimei also knew that he had some things to sort out, so he had to close the door and go out.
Seeing the door closed, Xue Hu came to the dressing mirror and took off the hat on his head.
Looking at the scorched black area above his forehead, he really had the urge to smash his head into pieces.
"Little girl, I really hate this look. I really hope I will never see you again so that you can keep my beautiful image in your mind. Now that I have become so ugly, will you really not hate me gradually?"
"
Xue Hu reached out and gently touched the burnt spot on the top of his head, looking at himself in the mirror with suspicion.
*
Yang Zimei left Xuehu's room.
Why doesn't she understand Xue Hu's thoughts?
It’s just that she can’t figure it out. How come a demon like Xue Hu, who has a profound spiritual practice and has lived for thousands of years, can’t disfigure her own appearance?
Why do you still feel bad about having your appearance ruined?
I don't even want to face myself.
In fact, what Xue Hu cares about is not that her appearance will be ruined, but that she is afraid of leaving an imperfect image in her heart.
"Owner--"
Sadako walked forward and called her, "Mr. Xuehu, do you need anything else?"
"No."
Yang Zimei glanced at Sadako and said, "Xuehu is back. From now on, you don't need to clean his room. He doesn't like strangers approaching him. If you see him, avoid him if you can."
"Yes, Master."
Sadako answered obediently.
"Has the mulberry coffin been placed?"
"Yes, it was placed in the yard according to the master's instructions. However, master, Sadako doesn't understand something. Why did the master bring back a coffin? Is there anything special about it?"
Sadako asked curiously.
"The coffin is made of precious and rare Mucumber and red saltpeter, which is equivalent to the price of gold. The most important thing is that it has a price but no market. Do you think I can let go of such a treasure?"
Yang Zimei looked at her and said.
"Yes, Master."
Sadako didn't know much about Feng Shui and didn't know what the use of Mucumber Red Salt was.
Since the owner said it was precious, she would protect it well.
It was estimated that Xiao Qianlianyi was hungry and missed Sadako's cooking, so Yang Zimei ordered her to go to the kitchen to prepare.
Sadako leaves.
Yang Zimei returned to her room and looked at the bed habitually.
The bed was neatly made and clean, and no one she expected appeared there, whether it was Master or Long Zhutian.
She sat down on the soft couch beside her and took out the golden plate with the golden dragon on it.
The golden dragon on the golden plate is lying quietly.