Fast-wearing Inner Demon

"When I saw him for the first time, I actually liked him very much, but I didn't realize it at that time."

Late at night in a quiet alley in Xiecheng, in a small stall selling rice wine marinated, the stall owner looked at the long black and white hair of the young man who was talking to himself in front of him, and silently boiled it in the pot. He took out another spoonful of the rice wine he was drinking, and added it to his empty wine bowl.

"So, the second time we met, I touched his head." Xiao Lin raised his hand and drank the wine bowl that was just full, and continued talking to himself.

The stall owner still didn't speak, but filled up the wine again, because he had seen too much and knew that this person didn't want to talk to others, but just wanted to talk to others.

"Holding the fish so proudly and joyfully, it looks like a cat. When it covers its mouth and steals food, it looks like a little mouse. When it is wronged to look at it, it is the worst. It can make me crazy about him at once. How can there be such a thing in the world? Such a person can just poke your heart and lungs everywhere? Even if he hurts you deeply, you can't hate him?" The wine bowl in front of him was empty again, Xiao Lin felt a little drunk, and looked up Looking at the silent stall owner in front of him, he asked him softly.

The stall owner saw the tears flickering in the corners of the young man's eyes, sighed, raised his hand to fill the wine bowl for him again, and replied: "Fate is made by oneself, and life is born by heart."

"Fate is made by oneself, life is born by heart?" Xiao Lin put these words in his mouth and chewed again and again, then suddenly raised his head, drew the long sword at his waist, and stabbed the sword at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky.

It's just that the sword is just an ordinary sword, even if it's sharp and pierces into the sky without spiritual power, it can only draw a cool wind, which definitely can't break the night or the moon.

The sword that chopped off the bright moon in the sky quickly fell, smashing the food stall in front of it.

Xiao Lin looked at the stall owner whose face was full of fear and anger, and said with a smile: "This is wrong! This sentence is wrong!"

Throwing down a few spirit stones casually, after saying this, Xiao Lin turned his back and walked slowly towards a place where he couldn't see his home in the distance.

"Phase is not born from my heart, it was born by him to confuse people's hearts. Fate is not made by me, he is forced to this field step by step. It has never had anything to do with me, I can't help it There is no way to fight back." The faint words came along with the night wind, but the stall owner didn't understand anymore, and just held the few middle-grade spirit stones in ecstasy.