This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

After all, Wen Zhe still learned that book.

Maybe it was because of the fear of the illusion again, maybe it was because of the call of the thick blood in that book... Wen Zhe silently found a reason for himself in his heart.

But in the deepest part of his heart, Wen Zhe actually understood why he did this.

Because he is afraid.

Not only is he afraid of Rong Xuehuai who will be reduced to fragments in the illusion, but what he fears the most is that he will repeat the ending of his previous life - being treated as a lowly plaything, beating, scolding and killing at will.

His fear did not stem from his distrust of Mr. Han Suhua.He believes that Mr. Hua will treat him gently, and he also believes that Mr. Hua will not give him away easily, but the tragic ending of the previous life has been hanging over his head like a shadow. He thought he had forgotten it, but he was easily dismissed. An illusion draws out the fear deep in my heart.

During the days with Hua Jun, Wen Zhe learned to express his own opinions, to laugh, and to play jokes, but in just a few months, he couldn't teach this half who has always been "my fate is up to others". Demon sense of security.

In such a world where the strong are respected, Wen Zhe, who has no power to protect himself and is always played around with by others, is like an orphan who lives in another family. I feel that my back is not even straight.

Wen Zhe, who has no cultivation base at all, still feels in his heart that he is like duckweed on water, fragile and unable to resist a little turmoil of fate.

But he never dared to share these worries with Rong Xuehuai.

Since the awakening of Wen Zhe's blood, Mr. Han Luhua treated him as usual, but stopped teaching sword skills.Once Wen Zhe had the courage to touch on the matter of re-learning swordsmanship, but Hua Jun only lightly changed the subject.

Since Rong Xuehuai didn't even want to mention swordsmanship, Wen Zhe naturally wouldn't ask about the more important cultivation.He smiled as usual at that time, but his heart was slightly sad: Mr. Hua is still afraid of the Yaozu.

However, Hua Jun spared his life and did not put layers of talismans on him. He had treated him very well, so how could Wen Zhe dare to complain that Hua Jun refused to let him practice?

But the desire for power has been secretly growing in the bottom of my heart like a seed, until I encountered this printed book at this time, and finally broke through the soil.

If this book hadn't used illusions to force him like this, or if he encountered a cheat book that gave him some self-protection power in another time and scene, Wen Zhe would probably still have to learn it.Many times, even he himself can't imagine how great the uneasiness and fear in his subconscious are.

It's just that he didn't know whether it was because of his lack of aptitude or lack of ability. He could only see the contents of the first three pages of this book.

Of these three pages, the first page is the seal method he learned in the illusion, and the remaining two are from the basics, without the slightest attack power, scattered, just a good start.After he had thoroughly grasped the content of these three pages, the content on the fourth page unfolded before his eyes. It was still a basic thing, but it happened to be gradual and orderly, just like an experienced teacher.

Besides, there was another troublesome thing: this book seemed to be restrained by a mysterious force, and Wen Zhe couldn't take it out of the library.This meant that if Wen Zhe wanted to learn the contents of the book, he had to read it in Zangshu Pavilion.

The totem painted on the wall seems to have opened up a small space inside the wall. Wen Zhe can put the "strokes" aside, and the book can be hidden back in the wall.In this way, the book is hidden.

But if Mr. Hua comes back...

Would he like to see a well-behaved half-demon who would not cause trouble even if he awakened, or would he prefer a half-breed who had begun to pursue power behind his back?Wen Zhe could figure this out with his toes.

So regarding the existence of this book, Wen Zhe subconsciously chose to avoid hiding it.

On the third day after Wen Zhe got the book, Mr. Hanyuhua also came back on a cloud. He seemed to have visited relatives and friends in a distant place. When he came back, he brought Wen Zhe some local lively and playful gadgets Son.

I haven't seen you for nearly half a month, but Mr. Han Luhua is still as gentle as before.He first checked Wen Zhe's homework these days, and then talked with Wen Zhe about the customs and customs he saw during this long trip. When he had finished talking, he asked Wen Zhe with a smile, "I haven't asked you yet, How are you doing on the mountain these days? Have you gone out to play?"

Wen Zhe answered one by one, but when Rong Xuehuai asked, "Are you worried about anything?", he nervously wrinkled his clothes, and pretended to be calm and answered no.

Rong Xuehuai didn't feel any difference, and held the pot to help Wen Zhe add tea once, staring at the little fox with slightly drooping eyelashes and said with a smile: "The end of next month is your birthday, and you should be full by then. In my hometown, There's something about adulthood and self-reliance. I'll give you a special gift then."

Wen Zhe just mentioned the birthday matter casually.Anyone of mixed race like him who remembers his own birthday simply takes the day when he was taken in by Tingmei Pavilion as his birthday, but there is nothing to celebrate on such a day.

Wen Zhe didn't expect that Rong Xuehuai could still remember this.He was a little surprised to meet Hua Jun's gentle and smiling eyes. Compared with Hua Jun's attitude towards him and his concealment, he really felt ashamed and guilty.An impulse silently urged him to speak: "Actually——"

"Huh? What's the matter?" Rong Xuehuai waited patiently for Wen Zhe's next words.

"...Actually, you don't have to be so nice to me."

Wen Zhe looked away, the lack of breath in his voice was a guilty conscience that only he knew.The moment he opened his mouth, the sense of powerlessness like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered reappeared in his heart. One by one, one by one, he still failed to confess the truth.

"Say stupid things again." Hua Jun shook his head, looking at him rather dumbfounded: "Other people treat you well, but you don't like it?"

"I just... think I'm not worth it." Wen Zhe looked away, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and murmured what was in his heart.

Rong Xuehuai's expression changed, and she raised her hand to lightly press Wen Zhe's shoulder: "Wen Zhe, look at me. Why do you think this way? Did you read some stupid words in some book?"

Wen Zhe met Rong Xuehuai's gaze according to his words, but his gaze was a little dodgy.Jun Han’s eyes were still concerned and gentle, and he said slowly: “I’m not trying to persuade you, you can think about it yourself. Even a three-year-old child has his own judgment on his likes and dislikes, if a person Being nice to another person must have his own reasons, right?"

"Correct."

There is no love for no reason in the world, let alone hate for no reason.If someone is suddenly nice to another person, it's either because he is useful, or that person has some other purpose, or the other person likes him.

"Do you think I'm treating you unilaterally? If so, why don't I find a straw figurine and carry it with me so that I can talk and laugh with him every day?

Wen Zhe, while I am communicating with you, you are also communicating with me.During the time we were together, it was never that I treated you one-way, but that you conveyed a positive attitude to me, and you also treated me well.These days I am very happy, and you are also very happy, both sides are happy, where is there any saying who is worth it or not? "

As usual, Wen Zhe's heart would naturally open up after hearing such words.

But today he had something to hide from Rong Xuehuai, even though he said yes, he had another thought in his heart.

——I was not nice to Hua Jun.I haven't even told him about that book yet.

The imprint about the library had reached Wen Zhe's tongue several times, and he swallowed it down by force in the end.If he hadn't learned half of the symbols in that book, he must have explained all of them by now.

However, he did learn.Not only have I learned it, but I also have the idea of ​​learning it for a long time with Mr. Hua on my back.If it is said, it would be good for Mr. Hua not to pursue these things, but if he does, how will he deal with himself?

Sometimes, if a person tells a lie, he has to use a hundred or ten more painful lies to complete that lie.Wen Zhe was in the same situation at this time.He bowed his head and took a sip of tea, with a calm expression on his face, but his heart was in torment.For the first time in his life, he was looking forward to the end of the conversation with Mr. Han Suhua soon.

After a while of consolation and talking and laughing, Jun Hanhua finally left.Wen Zhe also breathed a sigh of relief, and tried his best to suppress the guilt of being ashamed of Mr. Hua to the deepest part of his heart.

He even hoped that Mr. Han Luhua would forget his birthday, send him away with anything, and treat him contemptuously on weekdays, so he must never be so concerned about him again.The self-blame and self-loathing of deceiving the other party flooded his heart like a tide, tortured his soul more cruelly than any torture.

Closing his eyes wearily.It was as if there was another self living in his brain, spurning and despising him all the time, but being rejected by this kind of disgust made him feel more comfortable.

Time will never stop because of anyone's entanglement and pain, and soon the golden crow will go down, and the night will gradually close.

Wen Zhe turned off the lights early, but didn't go to bed, but sat at the table quietly waiting for the night.

After he learned the basic imprints on the fourth page yesterday, the content on the fifth page also emerged. He really couldn't bear the curiosity and curiosity in his heart, so he wanted to take a look at it while it was dark.

In the middle of the night, everything was silent.Wen Zhe tiptoed into the library, opened the hidden space hidden on the wall, and took out the book.

To be on the safe side, he didn't even take a candle for lighting, and only read by the moonlight and the faint fluorescent light on the book.After all, he is a half-demon, with sharp eyesight, and he can barely see in the dark night.

The content on the fifth page was more difficult and deeper than what he had learned before, and Wen Zhe couldn't help but fell into it, so fascinated that he forgot time and space.

Until the field of vision suddenly became brighter, Rong Xuehuai appeared ten steps away from him holding a lamp, her brows were slightly frowned, and her expression was unpredictable under the weak light.

He stared at Wen Zhe's panicked expression because of being suddenly discovered, and then looked at the book that fell to the ground because the owner's hands shook when he was frightened, and said softly: "When I talk during the day, I feel that there is something wrong with you. Wen Zhe, What do you want to see when you come to Zangshu Pavilion in the middle of the night without lighting the lights?"