Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

Returning to her room, Nanzhi placed the jade pendant on the table, tapped it lightly with her finger, and asked, "Chenghuang, can you hear me?"

The jade pendant lit up, and it was Cheng Huang responding to her.

Nanzhi paused and said, "Can you come out?"

The next moment, a handsome demon in white appeared and sat opposite her.

Cheng Huang looked at Nanzhi, then suddenly lowered his eyes and remained silent. He didn't know what to say, and was afraid that once he opened his mouth, he would be blamed by Nanzhi.

Cheng Huang was silent, the sunlight shone on his body, giving him a layer of light.

It was clearly sunshine, but he didn't feel any warmth at all.

Seeing Cheng Huang remained silent, Nan Zhi made up her mind and said to him, "I heard Sister Pei say that the puppets made from the people you killed possessed their emotions and memories. Does that mean their souls are still in the puppets?"

Cheng Huang raised his eyes slightly and looked towards Nanzhi.

Meeting her serious expression, he nodded: "Those people's souls are indeed in the dolls."

"Great!" Nanzhi clapped his hands happily after getting the answer he wanted. He said to Cheng Huangdao, "Zhu Yan said that my blood has endless vitality and can make the soul on the puppet gradually grow human flesh and blood."

"I want to bring those people back to life."

"Why?" Cheng Huang didn't understand.

When he was in the sundial, he saw the specialness of Nanzhi's bones and blood, but he didn't understand why Nanzhi would help those he killed.

"I want to save those people." Nanzhi clenched her hands under the table. "You've done me a favor, and I want to help you undo the sins of murder. Even if the fact of murder remains unchanged, I want to make up for it a little."

In a trance, his heart was hit hard, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Cheng Huang's lips: "I thought that you would hate me to the extreme for a monster like me."

"Why should I hate you?" Nanzhi said sincerely, "I just think what you did was evil, and evil must be paid for. Now there is a chance to make up for the sins of killing you committed before. Are you willing to help me?"

Cheng Huang said, "If I want their souls to be permanently fixed on the dolls, I need to go to the place where they lived, cast a spell on the dolls, and then place them in the house. That way, even if I'm not by their side, their souls will not dissipate, and flesh and blood will slowly grow out of them."

Nanzhi glanced at the sky outside and said: "If we go out now, we will be discovered. Let's go at night."

Cheng Huang felt strange: "Why don't you tell them?"

"I don't want them to worry about me." Nanzhi: "Although your actions may be extreme, your starting point is good."

Seeing Cheng Huang's expression ease a little, Nanzhi immediately added: "Just because I say this doesn't mean that what you did is right. No matter what you think in your heart, if you do something bad, it is still a bad thing."

Although it was indeed inappropriate, Cheng Huang couldn't help but think that Nanzhi was really cute when she was serious.

Moreover, he never felt that what he did was wrong.

Whether it is to kill monsters to prolong the life of the first generation goddess, or to go back to one hundred thousand years ago and change everything now.

Looking at the problem from his perspective, instead of watching the wilderness slowly collapse and large numbers of monsters die every day for the so-called persistence and fairness, it is better to sacrifice a few to save the majority.

This is the most direct and effective method.

But... if I say it out loud, Nanzhi will definitely be unhappy.

……

In the evening, Nanzhi returned to her room early after dinner. After turning off the lights, she lay on the bed waiting for time.

It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Nanzhi got out of bed, tiptoed to the door, opened it a little, and observed the situation outside.

"Why are your hands so cold?" Cheng Huang's voice suddenly appeared in Nanzhi's ear.

Suddenly startled, Nanzhi turned around and glared at Cheng Huang, lowering his voice: "Why didn't you make any noise when you came out?"

She then explained: "It's an old problem. My hands and feet get cold when it's cloudy."

Before, Zhu Yan warmed her bed. Later, when she moved to the Demon Hunting Bureau, Zhu Yan's behavior was discovered by Xiao Zhuo, who gave her a hot water bottle and took away Zhu Yan who wanted to warm her bed.

But today she had something on her mind, so she didn't go to the kitchen to get some hot water.

He placed the back of his hand against Nanzhi's and cast a spell to warm her up. Cheng Huang found it funny: "What are you doing?"

"I'm watching outside." Nanzhi muttered, "Xiao Zhuo is a very light sleeper. He'll be able to notice any movement in the yard immediately. When we go out later..."

She suddenly stopped talking, quickly closed the door, and quickly ran back to the bed and covered herself with the quilt!

Soon, light footsteps were heard outside the door.

A tall figure stopped outside the door and knocked on it: "Nanzhi, are you asleep?"

It was Zhuo Yichen's voice.

Nanzhi pretended to be woken up and said in a vague voice: "Is it Xiaozhuo? What's the matter?"

Standing outside the door, Zhuo Yichen asked with concern, "Your hands and feet get cold when it's cloudy. The kitchen manager said he didn't fill your hot water bottle with hot water. I brought it here and asked the maid to bring it in for you, okay?"

Inside the door, Cheng Huang's face was solemn: This human kid is really troublesome.

Nanzhi said, "I was too lazy today so I didn't go. Sorry to bother you."

Zhuo Yichen's eyes softened: "It's my negligence. I should have asked the maid to bring it to you every night."

However, ever since Nanzhi moved into the Demon Hunting Bureau, she no longer liked being served by maids and wanted to do everything herself. She said that since she lost her status as a housekeeper, she had become accustomed to such a self-reliant life.

After clearing the door, Zhuo Yichen walked to the pillar in the corridor, turned his back to the room, and asked the maid to bring the hot water bottle into Nanzhi's room.

Cheng Huang returned to the jade pendant the moment the maid opened the door.

Nanzhi curled up in the quilt, took the hot water bottle handed to her by the maid, lowered her eyes and thanked her.

After Zhuo Yichen left, Nanzhi got out of bed.

Cheng Huang appeared beside her and gently touched Nanzhi's shoulder with his fingers, and her whole body felt warm.

Cheng Huang secretly competed with Zhuo Yichen: "This is the real warmth."

Nanzhi looked at him and said, "The hot water bottle is also warm, and if we care about each other, it will warm people's hearts as well."

"..." He was completely rebuked. Cheng Huang didn't know why, but asked inexplicably: "Then will you care about me?"

After asking the question, he realized how bold his question was. His heart tightened and he was very nervous about Nanzhi's answer.

"Yes." Nanzhi answered him without hesitation.

Because there is no hesitation, there is honesty; because of honesty, there is no trace of ambiguity.

Realizing this, Cheng Huang couldn't help but feel a sour feeling in his heart.

This was an emotion he had never experienced in his more than ten thousand years of life.