Suyi, the painted-skinned ghost, took a sip of the hot tea, exhaled some hot air, and said: "Of course, if you feel it's inappropriate, you can take Sumiao back. Just treat my brother's intentions as useless...
…”
Ruyi turned her head and glanced at Su Miao in disbelief. Seeing Su Miao nodding silently, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Reconciliation is a good thing. Let's continue, open your hearts and express your feelings to each other."
Su Yi was obviously not satisfied with Ruyi's intrusion, let alone Ruyi's clamoring attitude. His face gradually darkened, and soon became as cold as ice. He crushed the tea cup with his bare hands, and when he let go, some sand-like dust fell down:
"What we need to say, we two brothers have almost said it. I'm a little tired, you two should go back."
Ruyi wanted to leave here quickly, nodded to him, and was about to leave. Before leaving, Su Yi said lightly: "If you want to come to the cave next time, tell me in advance, and I will send someone to pick you up.
, there is no need for you to search people from room to room."
Ruyi said nothing and returned to Chaifei courtyard with Sumiao.
Along the way, Sumiao frowned and said nothing.
Ruyi, who was standing side by side, touched him with her elbow and asked: "What are you so stunned about? Tell me quickly, what did your brother say to you? How could he be so kind and suddenly want to reconcile?"
Already?"
Passing by Xiao Suo's barren grave, a few old pieces of paper money fell on Su Miao's clothes in the wind. He brushed his hands, straightened his clothes and said, "I don't know. I also feel that this matter is very sudden. In fact,
, when he sent someone to find me, I was surprised. If he hadn’t held the master in his hands, I would never have come here..."
He closed his eyes slightly, and the image of being tortured by his brother Su Yi a few years ago came to mind. Su Yi forced him to commit bloodthirsty crimes, and asked Sumiao to skin and kill people, and provided him with Yuanling essence to suck.
He was even more cold-faced and didn't have a good expression. Those days were really not what people lived.
Sumiao trembled and woke up from the memory: "He is a terrible person. I really don't want to work for him."
Ruyi knew that this matter had nothing to do with her, but she still asked: "So... do you hate him?"
Sumiao raised his hand and grabbed a piece of dogtail grass growing on the grave next to him, and played with it in his hand. He thought for a long time, then shook his head helplessly and said, "No."
Ruyi was surprised: "He treated you like that, and you still don't hate him? How big of a heart you have to have!"
Sumiao smiled bitterly and said: "This has nothing to do with your heart. No matter how cruel he is to me, I have no right to hate him. I hurt him first, and what I did to him... probably no one else would be able to tolerate it."
.The fact that he has become a painted-skinned ghost today is inseparable from the original injury. If one day...the painted-skinned ghost becomes a demon, washes out the mortal world with blood, and conquers heaven, then I will be the biggest sinner in the world. Without me, there would be no one.
There will never be a painted ghost..."
"No matter how he treats me, I can't hate him. After all, I owe him this." Sumiao sighed and said, "I have felt guilty for thousands of years, but I don't know when I will pay back this debt."
clear."
Ruyi didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only walk in step with him.
The desolate and desolate graveyard, the howling wild dogs, the paper money scattered on the ground without anyone picking it up...
The scenery was terrifying enough, but the two of them took it calmly and walked silently on the path.