What to do if you think the devil is cute

【Huainan Ghost Gate Branch】

The moon was covered by fog and looked hazy.

More and more dark clouds floated over, and the whole sky looked gray and gloomy, making people feel depressing just looking at it.

Guisha stood under the eaves of the room, looking at the dark clouds in the sky, without saying a word.

Hua Liyan came over, looked up at the sky following Guisha's gaze, and said: "It may be a thunderstorm, door master, are you not going to come in?"

Ghost said: "I want to see thunder and rain."

Hua Liyan frowned and said, "What's so interesting about thunder and rain?"

Guisha didn't speak.

Hua Liyan said helplessly: "Sect Master, something is really wrong with you these days... I heard that you are sending ghosts to investigate the gods right now?"

Hua Liyan paused for a while, looked up at the sky, and continued: "I remember that General Bai asked Liu Kuang to be a great immortal to find Bai Qingyang, right? I scoff at this."

"Master...you now..."

Guisha was silent for a while before slowly saying: "Hua Liyan, maybe you don't believe it, but there are really gods in this world."

Guisha paused for a moment, then continued: "...and I dreamed about it. The fairy said he could help me."

"What help?"

"Let Liu Kuang restore his memory." Gui Sha looked at Hua Liyan and said.

"Looking for immortals to restore memory?" Hua Liyan laughed dumbfounded: "If General Bai, whom you laughed at before, knew that you also started looking for these ghosts, ghosts, witches and evil techniques... maybe what will be said about you."

Seeing that Guisha was still ignoring him, Hua Liyan shrugged and said, "Then I'll go in first."

When Hua Liyan entered the room, she turned her head.

Just when a bolt of lightning struck down, the courtyard was illuminated instantly, and Gui Sha, who was standing alone, was covered with silver linings all over his body. Like a real person.

Hua Liyan froze for a moment, turned around and stepped into the room, and slowly closed the door.

The rain started pattering down.

Guisha looked at the sky, still expressionless.

He had a dream two days ago.

In the dream, there was an old man with white beard who couldn't see his face clearly.

The old man seemed to be standing in an illusion, with fog under his feet and light behind him.

When the old man saw him, he smiled kindly and said: "I know you are troubled now, if you can't solve it, just come to me, I'll wait for you."

He asked, "Who are you?"

The old man stroked his white beard and replied with a smile: "I am just a useless old man who wants to help you."

"Why are you helping me?"

"Come to Ciming Mountain to find me." The old man said without answering the question.

"I've never heard of Ci Ming Mountain." Gui Sha said coldly.

The old man's body slowly dissipated, he left with a smile, and his voice was not very clear: "You will hear it, just come here."

The voice fell, and the old man disappeared.

Guisha didn't believe in gods at first, but he knew about the trash can and saw Chuzheng, so he believed that there really are gods in this world.

He also knew that his behavior would be ridiculed by others, as if he was obsessed with ghosts, he was almost no different from Bai Qingyan back then.

And at this time, he also understood the original Bai Qingyan.

It is really……

——My heart ached to the bone, and I couldn't see a way out.

Another thunderbolt struck from the sky, and Yingdi Gui's evil eyes flickered.

"...don't be afraid...it's nothing...I'm always here."

The man's soft words sounded in his ears again.

Guisha twitched the corner of his lips and let out a sneer.

By the way, that person has made it clear that he doesn't have any extravagant thoughts about himself.

The man also said, please be able to distinguish the current him from the original him.

Ah!Why? !

If you say forget it, forget it? !

If you say you don't like it, you don't like it? !

He Guisha has never listened to other people's words so much!

He just let this person remember everything!Just let this person like himself again! !

Guisha lowered his eyes, his eyelashes falling to cover all the emotions that were almost crazy and paranoid in his eyes.

"Boom—rumbling!"

After a thunderstorm, heavy rain poured down!

"Sect Master."

A ghost appeared from the darkness.

"There is a man who wants to ask you for medical treatment, and is waiting at the door now."

Gui Sha raised his eyebrows: "Oh? What kind of injury?"

The ghost said calmly: "I hurt my hand, it's fine."

Gui Sha turned and walked into the house, lazily said: "There is no serious problem, I will die."

The ghost was just about to add: The man said his name was Liu Kuang.

But when he saw that the door owner had already entered the house, and thought that the door owner was not in a good mood these days, he left directly.

When the ghost walked to the door, the man in green was drenched by the rain outside the door, and the blood on his hand flowed down the ground along with the heavy rain, it seemed like a river of blood.

"The head of the sect said he would die."

Liu Kuang's already pale face due to excessive blood loss seemed to become even paler.

He moved his lower lip, his voice was very soft: "...did you say my name?"

The ghost paused, and said, "Say it."

Liu Kuang let out a wry smile, and slowly lowered his head.

The ghost thought to himself: So what if you say it, it doesn't matter what famous general you are or the son of a rich family, since the head of the sect doesn't want to rule, it doesn't matter what your name is.

Liu Kuang said, "Then I'll wait for a while."

The ghost frowned, he didn't know why this man was so stubborn: "Although the young master's injury is terrible, ordinary doctors can also heal it."

Liu Kuang was silent for a while, then said slowly: "I want him to treat you."

After finishing speaking, he hid under an eave that could slightly cover the rain, but the rain could still sweep in.

The ghost frowned even tighter, but he didn't say anything, turned around and walked in, and slowly closed the door.

After the ghost left, the trash can asked puzzledly: "Liu Kuang, what do you want to do? The memory can't be recovered, so do you want to come here to question the truth about the ghost?"

Liu Kuang didn't answer it.

The trash can sighed, and said earnestly: "Liu Kuang, the matter is just as I said, the ghost really took advantage of you, but you can't compete with him, so you just..."

The trash can paused, and his voice softened: "Just deal with your hands first, and then forget about that person... okay?"

Liu Kuang buried his head in his knees, and said in a muffled voice, "...I miss him."

The trash can froze.

"Trash can... I miss him." Liu Kuang repeated, his voice choking.

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the next day.

The weather has cleared up.

Guisha finished his breakfast and got up to practice his sword.

Guitu followed Guisha, thinking of the man who was still outside the door this morning, he felt a little uneasy.

The ghost said hesitantly: "Master..."

"what's up?"

The ghost gritted his teeth, forget it, at most he would be scolded by the door master for troublesome things: "Sect master, I forgot to tell you something, that person yesterday, he said his name is Liu Kuang."

Guisha's expression suddenly changed.

"What did you say?!"

The ghost looked at the door master. Although he didn't know who that person was, he also understood that he had done something stupid last night. He panicked and said, "That person is still outside the door..."

Guisha pushed him away violently, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Gui Sha pushed open the door, only to see Liu Kuang squatting against the wall, already in a coma, with a horrific wound on his right hand, most of the blue clothes on his upper body were stained red with blood, his face was pale, and his lips were blue.

Seeing this scene, Guisha's fingertips trembled slightly.

On a rainy day, the blood on the right hand stained the green shirt red.

The appearance was almost the same as three years ago, making Gui Sha's face even paler than Liu Kuang on the ground.

The image of Liu Kuang leaving three years ago kept reappearing in Guisha's mind, and he suddenly felt that his heart was dripping with blood from being cut with a sharp knife.

He walked up almost staggeringly, and carefully picked Liu Kuang from the ground. The whole body of the person in his arms was cold, and the traces of being wet by the rain had not faded away. His clothes were wet and cold, his lips were blue and white, and his face was not a trace color.

Guisha hugged him, and felt that he was much lighter than when he hugged him last time when he was caught in the wind and cold. Guisha lowered his head and rubbed his face, it was cold and there was no warmth.

Liu Kuang turned out to be extremely enthusiastic.

Guisha applied medicinal powder to Liu Kuang and bandaged the wound, then sat beside his bed and looked at him.

Thin.

The fundus of the eyes should be black and blue.

Did you not sleep well?

Guisha reached out and touched his face.

In his sleep, Liu Kuang suddenly babbled.

"……jade."

Guisha withdrew his hand and replied, "I'm here."

Liu Kuang frowned tightly, as if having some painful dream, he murmured: "Yu... Yushi, don't... ignore me."

Gui Sha was stunned.

Liu Kuang's eyes were still tightly closed, and his voice was hoarse, almost crying:

"Don't miss me...I...what did I do wrong...you tell me...Yushi..."

"jade…"

The corners of Liu Kuang's eyes were wet.

Gui Sha felt the pain in his heart trembling slightly.

He wiped the corners of Liu Kuang's eyes, and said in the most gentle and patient tone in his life:

"You are not wrong... I did it wrong... I shouldn't force you...I won't ignore you..."

He paused, his voice was as soft as petals falling to the ground, and he said: "...I like you."

Liu Kuang on the bed suddenly became quiet, and his brows relaxed, as if the nightmare had finally passed.

The trash can not far away watched all this in astonishment.

As soon as it woke up, it heard Guisha's confession.

It turns out... does Guisha like Liu Kuang?

The trash can looked at Liu Kuang on the bed, and he suddenly remembered what happened after Liu Kuang said that sentence yesterday.

At that time, Trash Can thought he was crazy, and asked him almost in disbelief: "Don't you hate Guisha? He lied to you!"

Liu Kuang moved behind the eaves a little slowly, and said in a tone that made the trash can almost want to hit him on the head:

"Maybe... maybe it's a misunderstanding?"

"It's not a misunderstanding! You almost died, okay?"

Liu Kuang looked up at the rain. He might have lost too much blood. His voice was very soft, as if he could easily be covered by the sound of rain outside the eaves.

"But the trash can... I don't remember."

Liu Kuang paused, and continued in an almost steady tone.

"I don't remember that he used me...and I won't remember."

"I...right now...I just want to see him."

Trashcan knew what he meant.

Liu Kuang didn't care anymore, or in other words, he wanted these things to be buried along with his memory loss.

The trash can literally wanted to knock his head open to see what shit was in there, to say something so stupid and stupid.

It's almost like being plunged into a cult, and you can't even pull it out.

But today the trash can knows.

It turns out that Guisha likes Liu Kuang.

Then everything is different.

There may be a real misunderstanding about what happened three years ago.