After entering the room and looking at Long Zhutian's black robe lying on the soft couch, Yang Zimei's tears could no longer be suppressed and flowed down.
What a bad guy! Bad guy! Bad guy!!!!
Why does it come and go in such a hurry every time?
Why don't you stay a little longer?
If we leave tomorrow, she won't complain.
"Meow-"
The cry of the black cat interrupted her complaints, she put down Long Zhutian's nightgown and hurried to her master's bed.
Master was still lying quietly with his eyes closed, as if someone who had been tired for a long time was sleeping for a long time.
She reached out to check his pulse. Fortunately, it was beating as usual. However, the missing soul could not come back.
The black cat on the side blinked at her with big dark green eyes...
Yang Zimei reached out and touched its head, and said to it with a disappointed look on his face: "Xiao Hei, can you tell me why Zhutian left in such a hurry? Why can't you stay with me longer? Is my destiny determined to be different?
Are you so lonely?"
As she spoke, her tears flowed down again, dripping on the back of her hand holding her master, "Uncle died because of me, and master must have become like this because of me, whether it was in the previous life or
In this life, can't I change the fate of Sangmenxing? Haha, it's really funny when you think about it, I can calculate the fate and future of others, but I know nothing about myself."
"Meow--"
The black cat barked at her, stretched out his paw and patted the back of her hand gently to express comfort.
"And Xiao Hei, you were able to talk to me in that strange alley, but why can't you do so now? What is the relationship between you and my master? Why do you have to stay with him like this all the time?
By my side? Can you tell me, where are the souls of my master? Who was pretending to be my master before?"
Yang Zimei looked at the black cat with sad eyes, "I really don't want to live such a life. I envy Xia Mo and the others. They are simple and do not need to be bumpy and frightened. I don't understand why I can be reborn. What does God want me to shoulder?
What? I really don’t want to shoulder anything. I just want to be with my family, my master, and Zhutian, and give birth to a bunch of children in this house."
"Meow--"
The black cat responded to her, then expressed his incomprehension, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
At this time, the mobile phone text message sounded.
When she saw the text message from Long Zhutian, she felt happy and clicked to read it.
"Meimei, believe me, I had no choice but to leave in a hurry. Otherwise, I would always stay by your side, love you, miss you, and don't forgive me."
After reading the text message, Yang Zimei couldn't help but burst into tears again.
"Idiot, idiot, I know."
She replied with tears in her eyes, "But I will come back as soon as I have time. I miss you!"
Long Zhutian, who was sitting in the waiting room, saw this line of words, and his narrow black eyes shone like never before.
He knew that his sister would not understand his difficulties like other women.
The phone rang again, and it was Arnold's urgent and sad voice, "Master Long, Feizi is dead!"
When he heard this, his heart felt as if he had been hit hard by a heavy object.
Eight-year-old Feizi was picked up by him on the street and sent to him for special training. After special training, he worked for him like a loyal dog and became his right-hand man.
In addition to treating Feizi as his most trusted subordinate, he also regarded him as his younger brother.
When there were only two of them, Feizi often blinked his eyes that were full of passion for world affairs and called him brother slyly.