On the Love and Killing Romance between Silly Baitian and the Great Demon King

It is always difficult to break old habits in a short period of time.

When Xiao Baihua first arrived at Jiuhuamen, she still liked to write thought reports, and when she finished, she would pass the letter to the leader Feige.At first it was once a month, then once a week, and then there was only a day or two between the two Feishu.The content also gradually became trivial, such as what he learned, what he did, what he ate every day, how he was doing today, how he was feeling, and at the end, he always added a sentence, I don’t know how the leader is doing today. .

However, he will not know how the leader is doing, because he has never received a reply.

Just like the ideological reports he wrote in the past few years, when they got out, they disappeared like nothing, and when they fell in, they couldn't even hear a sound.

He didn't feel dejected yet, but the people from Jiuhuamen were full of resentment first.

It's not bad for a righteous person to break his ties with a cult.

Xiao Baihua never pays attention to these things, and the place she goes to most often every day is the pigeon coop, and sometimes she sits for a whole day, waiting for the pigeons to fly back, and then carefully tie the letter on the pigeon's feet and send it out.

The few pigeons raised by Jiuhuamen are not enough for him.

The head of the house couldn't stand it anymore, so he decided to pick a day to have a heart-to-heart talk with his son.

It was the third day of March, and the peach blossoms in the yard would not be able to bloom. Xiao Baihua had been away from the Demon Cult for a whole year.

When the head came to find him, he was writing a letter in the study, when a branch of peach blossom came into the window, he reached out and folded it, and rolled it up with the written letter.

The head of the door sat opposite him, thinking about how to speak, but heard Xiao Baihua say, "The last letter."

He turned his head to look at the master, with no expression on his face.He said, "I will write him one last letter. If he doesn't reply, there will be no next time; if he does, there will be no next time."

The head of the sect agreed repeatedly, but he didn't understand how he suddenly figured it out.

In fact, he just put a steelyard in his heart, and then used a year to measure it.One end is the past, and the other end is the present. The weight is pressed up day after day, and finally the time has come when the past cannot hold down the present.He didn't see through it overnight, but let go of it very slowly over the years.

He said to the master, "Father, can I practice with the elder brother and the others tomorrow?"