What to do if you think the devil is cute

The wind blew just right, and the trees outside the door rustled.

Liu Kuang seemed to suddenly realize what he had just said, and his hands were sweating.He knew Gui Sha was looking at him motionless, but Liu Kuang didn't dare to look at him.

Liu Kuang just looked at the tree outside the door, tried his best to calmly argue: "...Yes, isn't this piece of jade already placed on my heart..."

But he stopped talking by himself.

——Such sophistry is too far-fetched.

It was even paler and ridiculous than the excuse I had when I accidentally said "I like you" in Ayakalou, saying that I was just admiring it.

After the air was quiet for two seconds, Liu Kuang gritted his teeth and spoke with a nervous voice:

"Young Master Yushi...I forgot all the original things...But I always become a little strange...Sometimes what I say doesn't go through my brain, I hope you can ignore it...That's not my original intention...Since what I forgot...naturally...naturally I don't remember my feelings for you."

His eyes never looked at Guisha, and naturally he couldn't see Guisha's sharp eyes like sharp blades, and the almost uncontrollable anger between his brows. Liu Kuang just continued:

"If there was anything wrong with me in the past, please be able to distinguish the current me from the original me. I really only regard you as a friend now, and please don't have any burden..."

Guisha stood up straight, his eyes were like deep pools, cold and deep, he spoke, his voice was terribly cold, sending a chill down the spine in summer:

"…you swear."

Liu Kuang was stunned, and slowly raised his right hand: "... I, Liu Kuang, swear, I don't have any wrong thoughts about Mr. Yushi now. If there is any falsehood, God will beat me..."

"--To shut up!"

Guisha suddenly yelled angrily, and suddenly reached out and pulled Liu Kuang's raised hand down violently, Liu Kuang groaned in pain.

Guisha's eyes were terribly cold, and his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

His face was livid, and his hands were still trembling slightly, as if he was going to strangle the person in front of him to death in the next second.

He almost gritted his teeth and said word for word.

"Liu Kuang, I really want to kill you."

After all, he turned to leave.

Only Liu Kuang was left in a daze, staring blankly at the back of his leaving, his mind was blank.

But this time the ghost didn't come back.

I didn't come back on the first day, I didn't come back on the second day, and I didn't come back on the third day.

When Liu Kuang was sleeping at night, he was thinking, would the ghost come back tomorrow morning and was watering the backyard?

Then he slowly opened his eyes and walked slowly to the backyard.

He would always stand in the empty backyard for a while, then grab some water and water the herbs.

Finally, alone, back to the room.

He gets up, eats, goes out, comes home, eats, sleeps.

Then one day, a ghost came to the house and took away all the ghost's things.

Only then did he realize that Guisha's things were pitifully small, and he could still see the empty bag of chocolates on the box.

Ah, by the way, the chocolate that Yushi likes to eat...

"Wait a moment."

The ghost paused, frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Liu Kuang looked at the empty chocolate bag and said, "Can you give me that bag first, and I'll get a new one?"

The ghost had no expression on his face, and his voice was cold: "The sect master only told me to take his things."

After speaking, he strode out.

Liu Kuang stared blankly at him slowly disappearing from sight.

He lived the life that had passed three years before he met Gui Sha.

But every morning he woke up more and more reluctant to open his eyes.

I didn't want to cook any more after that.

He has obviously been eating alone for three years, but at this moment sitting alone at the huge dining table, he feels inexplicably desolate.

Another day, when he was eating, he heard the shopkeeper pointing at him and whispering to a person: "This person, he always has a sad face, like a zombie."

Liu Kuang paused the hand holding the chopsticks.

Is he—always depressed?

What a poor review.

But he didn't say anything, he lowered his head and continued to eat, and walked home step by step after eating.

He thought silently in his heart: "I won't come to this restaurant to eat in the future, it's just because this restaurant is close to the yamen...it doesn't taste good at all."

But he seemed to be getting really frustrated.

Because he felt that Gui Sha would never appear again.

This was obviously not the result he wanted.

What he wanted was obviously to be Gui Sha's confidant and friend, and to be with Gui Sha.

What is wrong.

Why ghosts are angry.

Liu Kuang vaguely felt that something went wrong, but he didn't understand.

He felt as if he was blindfolded and walking alone on the ice. He didn't know what obstacles lay ahead, where there were ice holes under his feet, and when the ice would melt.

He just walked step by step, unable to see the future or the past.

He didn't dare to speculate.

Because he knows nothing.

"Trash can." Liu Kuang said suddenly.

"...I want...to recover my memory."

He didn't want to walk blindfolded anymore.

He must at least understand.

Where did he and Gui Sha go wrong?

"Restore me."

Liu Kuang repeated, his voice was hoarse like a tired traveler who had been walking in the desert for many days.

The trash can witnessed Liu Kuang's extremely bad performance these days, and it was silent for a while, saying:

:"I have no way."

Liu Kuang listened, he raised his head, looked at the trash can, his eyes were bloodshot and full of pain, and he repeated stubbornly: "...help me."

The trash can hesitated and said: "But I have never done selective recovery. The spell that Fairy Bingtong cast on me back then was based on the time you traveled through as the boundary..."

It suddenly thought of something, and the voice became high, a little excited:

"I remembered, when you restored your phone, you kept digging out the memory card. You didn't do that after you lost your memory three years ago, so all the traces of photos in it were cleaned up. I'll try to restore your phone first, and see if I can restore the pictures in the previous albums."

"it is good."

As soon as Liu Kuang finished speaking, a layer of blue light was attached to the phone at the same time.

After a while, Liu Kuang carefully picked up his phone and clicked on the photo album.

Hundreds of pictures come into view.

Successful.

Liu Kuang's fingers trembled slightly.

In the photo album, there are only ghosts.

All kinds of ghosts are overwhelming.

The back view of Gui Sha walking in front, the silhouette of Gui Sha thinking.

Liu Kuang never knew that his photography skills were so high.

In the evening, the setting sun was like blood, and the narrow path, a man in black was walking in front, suddenly turned around to look at him, the profile of his side face was covered with a layer of warm golden light, he did not look like a real person.

Walking, sitting, awake, sleeping, every ghost is terribly beautiful.

Liu Kuang felt that every photo taken in the competition was the kind that could win an award.

I don't know if it's because the people in the photo are too amazing, or because the person who took the photo poured too much emotion.

Seeing the next picture, Liu Kuang's fingers stopped, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

This picture shows Gui Sha eating chocolate, at the moment when he bit it, his head was slightly lowered, his brows and eyes were curved, and he looked very satisfied.

Liu Kuang watched this picture for a long time, and an emotion similar to nostalgia could not help appearing in his eyes.

After a long while, Liu Kuang turned back a page.

There is also a short video.

I don't know when, I recorded the appearance of Guisha practicing sword.

Black clothes, bamboo forest, long sword.

His moves seem to be very casual, but they feel like a strong wind, which makes people unable to hide, but his expression is slightly loose. At the end of the practice, he looked at the direction of the camera, and the corners of his lips slightly raised .

So handsome!

Liu Kuang watched it a dozen times with an idiotic smile on his face.

This one...

Liu Kuang turned his head, his face was a little blushing, and he stammered: "I...I kissed Gui Sha..."

Looking at the trash can, it was a group photo. Guisha looked shocked when he looked at the camera with slightly dilated pupils, and Liu Kuang leaned over and kissed Guisha's face.

This scares you? !

The trash can glanced at Liu Kuang and sneered.

Swipe your fingers back.

"This..." Liu Kuang blushed so much that he could bleed!

What did he see? !

In the dark night, with the bonfire, Guisha is covering his upper body in the picture, as if he is in a deep sleep, but where he is exposed are hickey marks of different shades!

Seeing that the trash can seemed to be looking this way, Liu Kuang hurriedly turned the phone over to prevent it from seeing it.

The trash can clicked twice.

With a still hot face on his face, Liu Kuang was almost in a state of confusion. He asked the trash can: "I... have we... slept?"

Trash can calmly said: "Three times."

Liu Kuang: "!"

Liu Kuang was so stunned that he couldn't even speak.

All that was left was his face, which was getting redder and redder, almost exploding!

"I...I...what the hell is going on..."

He coughed twice, his face flushed, and he smiled foolishly: "Guisha and I...Actually...has it developed to this point?!"

"Liu Kuang, I must tell you in advance that the truth is much crueler... Are you sure you have to remember the things that caused you so much pain back then."

Liu Kuang was taken aback: "What fact?"

The trash can gritted its teeth, thinking that Liu Kuang was about to recover his memory, telling him in advance could give him a buffer, and it said: "Guisha, he had sex with you many times, just to use you."

"...Lee...Use it?"

"Yes, Guisha has been poisoned by a kind of prisoner's poison, and because the poison is ineffective for you, Guisha transferred the poison to you through pleasure, and you were shocked when you found out. Because there is an inextricable golden chain between you and Guisha, you even chopped off your own hand to get away from Guisha, and then the prisoner moon had an attack on you, and I restored you when you were about to die."

Liu Kuang's face turned pale.

He staggered a bit, looking shaky.

The huge impact made his brain a little bit overwhelmed.

...Use it?

Has that man who is obviously a very powerful person but sometimes has a childlike childishness used him like this?

"Are you sure, recovery?" Trash Can asked in a low voice.

What appeared in Liu Kuang's mind was still Guisha holding the chocolate in both hands, focused and satisfied, like a cat gnawing on a small dried fish.

Liu Kuang clenched his hands into fists.

how is this possible……

He didn't believe it.

"Let's start...restore the memory."

Liu Kuang's voice was hoarse.

The trash can looked at Liu Kuang and took a deep breath.

Alright, let me give you back the memory that I lost for you on my own initiative.

Trash Can closed his eyes, ready to start casting spells.

At this moment, there was only a "boom--".

Liu Kuang immediately groaned in pain!

The trash can was startled, and after a quick look, there was a chill in my heart——

I saw that the mobile phone that was okay just now exploded by itself!The wreckage fell to the ground!

And Liu Kuang, who was holding the mobile phone, had his entire right hand injured, it was pitch black, his palm was festered, and blood spattered!

The trash can screamed: "—Liu Kuang!"

Liu Kuang looked at it with a pale face.

Looking at the wreckage of the mobile phone on the ground, the trash can was also quite frightened.

He stammered: "Liu...Liu Kuang, look...it seems that I can't restore you..."

The severe pain in his hands distorted Liu Kuang's entire face, but he ordered the trash can with a pale face: "...Quick, try to restore the phone again!"

The wreckage on the ground was wrapped in blue light, but the blue light gradually disappeared, and there was still a wreckage on the ground.

The phone can no longer be restored.

Liu Kuang felt scared for a while.

Almost, he will be like this phone...

It seems that the memory is also impossible to recover.

The trash can fixed its eyes on Liu Kuang's bleeding hand: "Liu Kuang, your hand..."

Liu Kuang forced a smile with his mouth pulled.