pillow mountain river

that night.

Er Dong asked the maid to boil hot water and sprinkle spices in the barrel.The aroma is transpired by the hot steam, filling the room with fragrance.

He closed his eyes and soaked in hot water. After smelling the fragrance for a long time, he could no longer perceive the fragrance.

The hot water was changed three times, and Er Dong's pale face was flushed by the heat.

After a while, a person appeared on the steps. The person leaned on the edge of the barrel and breathed a sigh of relief at Er Dong.Er Dong ignored him, and he pinched a strand of hair on his chest again, teasing Er Dong's cheek.

The black hair brushed the pale cheeks, and the strange itching on the face caused Er Dong to open his eyes.Er Dong pushed Ying away, and the flying water splashed on Ying's face.

Ying still had a smile all over his face, with tiny drops of water hanging on his slender eyebrows.He didn't wipe off the water marks on his face, he just reached out to pick up the water in the bucket, lowered his head and sniffed, "It smells so good."

The reddish water, stained with spices, fell from between the fingers and wet the black robe.

Ying leaned forward again, and sniffed Er Dong, he bent his eyes in surprise, and said, "You smell so good, too." Ying sniffed his wrist, and said to Er Dong, "I want this kind of smell too." smell."

He lowered his eyes and looked at Er Dong innocently, like a puppy coveting meaty bones, "Move your position and let me in too."

The hot water in the wooden bucket was sucked into a column by a force, spinning and jumping up, spreading out from the shadow's head.The water splashed all over his body, and the aroma of the spices diffused, attached to his body.

"Do you want more?" Er Dong asked.

Shadow puffed out his mouth sullenly, and turned his head away.

Er Dong looked at the spice bag floating on the surface of the water, and reached out to take it over.The bag is filled with dried flowers and unknown spices, and the red flower juice that swims in the water is like bloodshot.

He leaned over to sniff the spice bag, and he could only smell the tangy fragrance of flowers, and the smell of blood was just an illusion.

Even so, Er Dong couldn't help but think of what he had said to his pillow during the day. He said that the smell of blood on his body was so strong that it choked his nose.Because of these words, Er Dong soaked in the water for an hour, the skin of his fingertips wrinkled slightly.

Ying put away the anger on his face, turned his head to look at Er Dong, he raised the corners of his mouth, and said slowly, "Even if you are a flower demon, he will still think you smell bad. Whether you are a human or a demon, once you have prejudice, No matter how much effort you put in, it’s just useless work.”

"Shut up," Er Dong narrowed his eyes.

Ying sneered, curled his black hair with his fingers, and looked at Er Dong, "That kind of grass is cultivated into a monster, and its thoughts are the most difficult to fathom, but this time his dislike of you is written all over his face, and you are still stupid!" Go up stupidly."

He continued, "If it were me, it would be good to kill the disobedient person, and the dead are the most obedient. If you are soft-hearted and can't let go of the old relationship, let him go quickly, and don't make trouble."

"I'll let him go," Er Dong said helplessly, staring at the steaming water.

Ying smiled and said, "You've finally figured it out. Now you are Lord Yaozun, not those weak little demons. You don't need so-called friends or old friends. It's enough to have me by your side.

"In time, if your cultivation is advanced and you trample people and monsters under your feet, then you and I will be happy." Ying picked up a lock of wet white hair and entangled with his own black hair.

Er Dong stood up, the robe at the side flew into his palm, before the moisture on his body was wiped off, he put on the clothes and walked down the steps barefoot.Shadow followed him, slowly descending the steps.

"You don't need to call the maid, I'll help you," Ying fetched his coat and helped Er Dong put it on, he lowered his head and tied the belt carefully.

Er Dong was not used to wearing fancy clothes, so he put three layers of thin clothes on his body one by one. He couldn't remember the order, so he simply had to be served by maids on weekdays.

Ying seemed to be particularly interested in this maid's job, and tirelessly helped him organize his clothes.

Ying's low-browed and pleasing appearance is really deceptive. If he hadn't witnessed him killing people, Er Dong would not have known that these soft and white hands could easily penetrate a person's chest like iron sheets, tearing the lively heart Cut from flesh and blood.

Shadow is slightly different from other monsters. Although he is possessed by Erdong, he can temporarily leave the host and become an entity.Perhaps for this reason, Shadow has shown no desire to seize control of his body.

But since he is a demon, his nature has already been carved into his bones, but he is still dormant before the time comes.

Ying smiled and straightened Er Dong's front placket. Seeing Er Dong looking at him, he bent his eyes and smiled slightly. The arcs at the end of the eyes were like the corners of a crescent moon.

"I will go to Hanshan for a while, you will transform into my appearance, I will be back soon," Er Dong said.

Ying asked strangely, "Why do you suddenly get excited and want to go back to Hanshan?"

"I have something to go back," Er Dong said succinctly, not wanting to reveal the reason.

Ying's hands froze, and he said softly, "Then you go and come back quickly."

Er Dong put on the fine clothes and walked out of the palace. The night was quiet, the moon was bright and clear, and the full moon was hanging on the cornice, as if it could be reached by hand.He leaned against the railing and looked at the hazy and continuous outline of the mountains in the distance.

From the moment he killed the first person, Xiu, Er Dong knew that he was on the point of no return.He used to be obsessed with letting Zhen Hanshan follow him to take revenge on mankind, but now that he thinks about it, he is the only one on this road of no return.

Tomorrow Hanshan will say goodbye, no matter whether Zhenhanshan belongs to the human camp or continues to give life-saving pills to humans, he will not bother.

Whether Zhen Hanshan recognizes him as a friend or not, Er Dong hopes that he can live a smooth life.

The next day, Er Dong took away the barrier, but before that, he forced Zhenhanshan to agree to one condition - accompany him back to Hanshan.

Er Dong said, "We once supported each other. After a period of time, even if we have different opinions and different destinations today, that memory is still true. Just accompany me. After tomorrow, I will not pester you again." .”

Zhen Hanshan nodded silently.

Er Dong silently recited the mantra, and there was a thick fog around them, and the fog enveloped the two of them.Walking out of the mist, a vast snow field imprinted in the eyes, and there was a winding path in the snow field. The two walked side by side silently along the path.

After walking for a while, the fog rose again, and the three thousand worlds were completely white.Passing through the white mist again, the chirping birdsong has already reached the ears before the greenery is imprinted in the eyes.

Towering trees, low and lush shrubs, and vibrant moss spread on the roots.

The sun shines down, and countless beams of light become the brightest colors in this small world.Delicate little birds huddled on the branches, chirping, and occasionally one or two flew to the ground and stopped at Er Dong's feet.

"There used to be a small road here, but now it's gone," Er Dong looked at the road ahead with a little bewilderment in his eyes.

Hanshan is not as strong as before, but the fertile land re-grows tall trees and flowers, as vibrant as he remembers, but, after all, it is not exactly what he remembers.

The way up the mountain was blocked by bushes, and Er Dong didn't want to damage every plant and tree in the mountain, so he changed a long way and entered the mountain along the stream.

The stream slowly flows down the mountainside, and where the terrain is flat, it becomes a puddle, and the water flows around the raised stones.A tail of small fish shuttles between the cracks in the stone.

"It hasn't changed here. I grilled fish there," Er Dong said with a smile, pointing to the flat land by the stream. I practiced for a long time before I dared to take it out, but it's a pity that you don't eat it."

Er Dong recalled the past, thought of the string of fish he held up in front of Zhen Hanshan, and Zhen Hanshan's hesitant expression when he looked at the scorched black tail of the fish, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

There are dense jungles on both sides of the stream.Lin Shen sees no end.

"There used to be a tree here, which would bear fruit in autumn. The fruit was very sweet. Unfortunately, the tree was gone. It must have been destroyed by fire," Er Dong said a lot along the way. The language can be spoken vigorously.

"I remember that the fruit grows tall, and you can't pick it even if you climb up the tree. It was you who understood the magic technique before me and used it to pick the fruit."

If it weren't for the bamboo spirit's innate intelligence, without the guidance of his predecessors, and self-taught spells, he doesn't know how long it would take him to eat such a sweet fruit by himself.

Er Dong talked about the past while walking, his eyes lit up, and he said happily, "Here we are!"

This flat land among the mountains is the place where he and Zhenhan Mountain transformed themselves.I used to think this place was beautiful, but now it seems that it is just the most ordinary corner of the mountain.

The former rabbit's nest has long since collapsed, and the place where the luxuriant green bamboo grows is covered by weeds.But the tiny white flowers bloomed everywhere as usual.

Er Dong looked at the hometown that was very different from what he remembered, and his eyes became hot.He will never forget that right here, those two human monks set off a big fire.

The emerald green leaves were engulfed by the flames, but countless emerald bamboos still blocked the flames and protected the bewildered rabbit demon surrounded by the trapped beasts.

"You sacrificed your life to save me back then, and I never thanked you," Er Dong said hoarsely.

The human voice coming from behind was as clear as a mountain spring, but what he said made Er Dong tremble all over."I regret nothing more than this," he said.

Er Dong only felt that the soles of his feet were glued to the ground, and he couldn't move away. His thoughts were completely taken away by the man's words, and his eyes were frozen like low-level puppets.

Before he had time to ask Zhen Hanshan what he meant, he heard the man say again, "Since I saved you here, I will also make up for my previous mistakes here."

Er Dong turned around abruptly, and looked at Zhenhan Mountain suspiciously, but he only saw the cold long sword in the man's hand.The point of the sword pointed to his heart.

A meandering flow of blood slid from the tip of the sword and dripped onto the white petals on the ground.

Er Dong opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word, his chest was pierced into a bloody hole by the sword in the man's hand, as if wind was pouring into his chest.

Er Dong looked down, saw the blade of the sword sunk into his chest, saw the hot blood splashing out, and saw the blood-stained land.The heart-piercing pain suddenly swept through his whole body, the pain made him unable to utter a sound, only a few broken notes spilled out of his lips.

It turned out that the man had hated him to this point.

Er Dong didn't feel sad, maybe the heart pierced by the sword died gradually, and it no longer gave him the emotions and desires.It was like a tossing and turning doubt that finally had an answer.

He finally didn't have to worry about whether Zhenhanshan would hate him or not.

Death is like a lamp going out, like soup and snow.

Human beings say a lot of nonsense, but they also say some real things.Death turned out to be such a silent process, like the falling of a flower petal, the disappearance of a dewdrop, and the melting of a snowflake.

He felt his eyelids becoming heavy, and slowly closed his eyes, the bright and cold moonlight returned to the sky.And he fell into the silent and boundless darkness.

No more waking up.also good.

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