The night was silent, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the stars and moon were hiding in the blackness and refused to appear.

By the lake, Ji Xiaomo, whose black hair was spread on the stone slabs like a sleeping beauty, woke up.

Ji Xiaomo woke up leisurely, in a trance, and before opening his eyes, he already felt like he didn't know where he was in the world. His face was like a piece of solid ice, and like that lifeless face, suddenly

become lively.

Yibu Mo groaned, half in pain, and slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a person and a concerned look.

Ji Xiaomo remained motionless, his smart and indifferent eyes seemed a little sluggish and frozen, and he paused after saying softly: "You!"

What's wrong with me? Why is she only half-speaking.

The joy in Zuo Wuzhou's heart was like a fountain, flooding and moisturizing every part of his body, as if every cell was actively cheering.

Staring at the person in front of him, a gleam of crystal color suddenly appeared in his eyes. Tears filled Ji Xiaomo's eyes. He choked up in confusion: "It turns out, you are really dead."

The sudden words made Zuo Wuzhou stunned.

It's late autumn and the chill is biting to the bone.

By the lake, the autumn forest is filled with ice and cold, which is especially cold to the bones. Even the lazy insects in the grass and trees no longer want to cheer for joy.

This night was a night without any trace of stars and moon, and the thick darkness seemed to contain some invisible secrets.

The place we were in was a place of incomparable silence. It was as if we were in an empty and desolate realm. In front of us was a man who was thought to have been dead for sixty years.

Recalling the sword that killed oneself, and in such an environment, it is not dead, and what is it in the underworld?

When Zuo Wuzhou realized this misunderstanding, Ji Xiaomo could no longer hide the look of sadness in his eyes. Instead, he smiled happily: "If you die, you will die."

"If I wasn't dead, how could I see you?" Ji Xiaomo stared at Zuo Wuzhou and whispered softly: "I heard that only when you are in the underworld can you understand your thoughts."

"I heard that if a person thinks about something before dying, it is what he sees in the underworld. It is indeed true." Ji Xiaomo said with a cheerful smile. He wanted to raise his hand, but there was a hint of timidity: "You really are

You? Are you the one I’m thinking of?”

Ji Xiaomo's words left Zuo Wuzhou at a loss. The only thing he could do was to remain silent.

Zuo Wuzhou wanted to know who the person Ji Xiaomo was talking about was.

Ji Xiaomo slowly raised his hand with a soft expression: "Why don't you speak?"

"Yes, you must not be the real him, but just a figment of my imagination before I died." Ji Xiaomo lowered his head sadly: "I wonder how big the underworld is, whether I can find him."

Ji Xiaomo suddenly trembled and became anxious: "No, he died in Yuhuiyuan sixty years ago. I don't know if he has been reincarnated. What if I can't find him?"

The steadfast body and the motionless eyes suddenly began to shake. Zuo Wuzhou trembled, feeling extremely surprised!

It turns out that that person is me.

"No, I have to find him. No matter what, I have to find him before he is reincarnated." Ji Xiaomo was about to get up anxiously.

But a slightly cold hand gently held her: "I'm here!"

Ji Xiaomo was stunned. "It's really you."

Ji Xiaomo stared at the person in front of him very seriously and asked softly and softly, without the slightest hint of indifference.

"It's me." Zuo Wuzhou said concisely. A thousand words can be condensed into two words.

Joy overwhelmed Ji Xiaomo, and all the emotions faded away, except for the lingering excitement and joy, which he could not restrain.

Ji Xiaomo's face changed for a while, then he said quietly: "Really?, Xiaomo

"Really!" Zuo Wuzhou didn't know how to emphasize it.

Ji Xiaomo suddenly covered his mouth, and two lines of clear tears poured out. He felt that something in his heart was boiling momentarily, and mixed together. I don't know what it was that was fermented and swollen, and he was almost stretched to the point of collapse.

Floating. About to explode.

It is these internal organs all mixed together, dominated and soaked by colorful emotions, almost all over the body. Every cell is filled with these complex emotions.

Ji Xiaomo bit her lip, revealing her determination and unable to hide her gurgling tears.

Ji Xiaomo couldn't describe how this felt, he could only recall all the past events. He punched Zuo Wuzhou on the chest with great anger, and shouted with a sobbing voice: "Why do you show up again, why do you have to teach me how to see

You. My whole life is to avenge my relatives. I will not and should not like people anymore. God in heaven, why do you always make me think of you and see you?"

"I just miss you a thousand times, even if I want to see you again, I just think about it in my heart. I don't want to shake my belief in revenge, and I don't want to fall in love with you."

Ji Xiaomo burst into tears and was filled with anger. He grabbed Zuo Wuzhou's collar and shouted at the top of his lungs, "My only wish for survival is revenge. I don't want anything but revenge. I just miss you, no matter what."

I want to see you, but no matter how much I like you, I don’t want to really see you.”

Ji Xiaomo's beating was so weak that he lay in his arms and cried loudly in pain: "Do you know, I actually understand, how afraid I am of seeing you. Why don't you just let me think about it in my heart,

As long as I can think about it in my heart, that's good. Even if you are with a hundred or ten thousand women, I only need to think about you. I will be very happy."

Ji Xiaomo's emotions suddenly exploded. Zuo Wuzhou was caught off guard and his mind was agitated. He calmed down and trembled: "What are you afraid of!"

"What are you afraid of?" Ji Xiaomo raised his head again, with tears streaming down his face. "I'm afraid that seeing you again will shake my determination to take revenge. I'm afraid that when I see my enemy in the future,

I am determined to die with him."

Ji Xiaomo was at a loss: "I'm afraid that when I see you, I will disappear immediately. I will die sooner or later, I will die sooner or later."

"If you like someone, you will love them for a lifetime, and it will kill you."

Ji Xiaomo's whole body trembled, and the confusion in his eyes gradually faded: "Yes, this is the underworld, and we are all dead."

Ji Xiaomo was overjoyed and became determined: "Since we are all dead and in the underworld, there is nothing to be afraid of."

Ji Xiaomo's words contained the kind of emotion that exploded in an instant, knocking Zuo Wuzhou down and plucking that heartstring into chaos.

Zuo Wuzhou was at a loss for a moment: "You like me? You once said before that you and I are just lonely people at the end of the world. You and I agreed not to like each other!"

Joy exploded from the inside out. Ji Xiaomo relaxed his heart, cheered like a child and hugged Zuo Wuzhou, shouting loudly to the sky and said to himself: "I just like you, so what?"

.”

They are all dead and in the underworld. Do you have anything on your mind that you can't express happily?

Ji Xiaomo didn't care anymore, let go of everything, and shouted loudly to the sky: "Zuo Wuzhou, I just like you, like you, like you!"

My repeated words of love for you hit Zuo Wuzhou's heart like a lead ball, making it extremely hot and swollen.

"Anyway, we are all dead. I am afraid that even if I die, I won't be able to take revenge, so there is no need to spend my life to take revenge."

Ji Xiaomo didn't care, thinking that they were all dead anyway, so there was nothing that could make her have the slightest concern.

Ji Xiaomo no longer concealed his feelings in his heart, and shamelessly hugged Zuo Wuzhou, hugged him tightly, and shouted loudly: "I don't care, I can't say or like you when I'm alive. I'll die,

I just want to say it happily, and I just want to like it happily."

From this moment on, we can vaguely see the passionate and romantic lady before the family was destroyed. Ji Xiaomo was such a shameless person, hugging Zuo Wuzhou tightly, for fear of being taken away by someone, for fear of the next second

There is no more: "Song Kuangge, Yu Baihu, you are right. I like Zuo Wuzhou, I just like him, I like him so much that I dare not see him again, so what. You guys come to the underworld to catch me."

Every word was sincere, and Zuo Wuzhou's face turned red. He was at a loss for a while, and with slightly trembling hands, he tried to hold her waist. Then, Zuo Wuzhou, who was emotionally agitated, thought to himself: "I will die if I die!"

His big hands hugged Ji Xiaomo tightly into his broad and warm heart!

What kind of loneliness, what kind of loneliness, what kind of people in the world, just go to hell.

If you like it, you will like it, and if you die, you will die.

"Your chest is so comfortable."

Ji Xiaomo nestled softly in Zuo Wuzhou's arms, scratching her like a cat, full of joy: "I've long wanted to try what it feels like to be held by you like this."

"Well, what does it taste like?" Zuo Wuzhou sniffed the aroma.

"I don't know. It's just," Ji Xiaomo smiled happily: "My heart is full."

My heart is full, Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, it turns out that your wish can only be so simple. A heart that is full is probably the most beautiful.

Zuo Wuzhou had a happy taste, filling the bottom of his heart, swelling, feeling comfortable all over, and all his pores dilated: "Do you remember that we agreed before that we would only be alone and lonely, and we would not be happy with each other."

Ji Xiaomo arched like a cat: "It was the way it was back then. I didn't understand it at that time. I figured it out later."

That's right, after being under house arrest for sixty or seventy years in the Infinite Society, there are still things that I can't figure out, and there are still some emotions that I can't see through. When my mind is calm, it will naturally become smoother.

In comparison, Zuo Wuzhou spent six or seventy years either fighting, traveling or cultivating, but he could only occasionally have some time to miss his thoughts. Naturally, he couldn't understand his own heart.

Zuo Wuzhou smiled warmly: "Are you still lonely?"

"No." Ji Xiaomo said happily: "How can I be lonely? You are in my heart. When I am lonely, I will think about you, and then I will not be lonely."

Zuo Wuzhou's heart felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, filled with sorrow and sadness.

When you are lonely, there is someone you can miss.

It turns out that some people can think that this is also a kind of happiness.

Ji Xiaomo curled up and wrinkled his nose: "If we weren't all dead, I wouldn't care about you."

Yes, if she hadn't died, she wouldn't have confessed what was in her heart. If she died, it would be over. Naturally, there would be no need to hide the thoughts and thoughts in her heart.

Even if she missed him again and again, she would never admit it, nor would she really want to see him.

She lives to avenge her relatives.

Maybe, after she takes revenge, she will not explain it to him until the day she is about to die.
To be continued...