The night breeze blows, bringing a little coolness.
It was dusk and the moonlight fell on the long street.
The tense atmosphere between the four finally disappeared, and they stood opposite each other peacefully.
Ji Hanyue's voice was a little tight, and she was a little surprised by Song Jingxiu's apology, and said quickly: "Sister Song, I don't blame you. It's because we didn't explain it to you before. It's understandable that you suspect that we are not Song Mi's friends."
"The living Bodhisattva's golden body was destroyed, and we encountered Song Mi's remnants. I guess it was due to fate, and we didn't do anything. We can't accept this great gift, so please take back your true body."
The real body of the monster is very precious. It is a supreme elixir that can kill the living dead and make bones. What's more, it can make the living die and the dead live.
Song Jingzuo shook her head, but took another step forward and handed the Yachidai Chun in front of Ji Hanyue.
Ji Hanyue looked at Song Jingzuo's stubborn look. First, she took off the handkerchief Shi Qi used to press the blood on her fingertips, handed it back to Shi Qi, and then stretched out her hands to take the flower in Song Jingzuo's hand.
The system said happily in Shi Qi's mind: "Master, this family cannot live without you. If it weren't for you, senior sister would have been bullied by this monster. Fortunately, senior sister's cultivation has not been lost."
Since Shi Qi said before when she domesticated the system, she and the system share the same body. Her senior brothers and sisters are the senior brothers and sisters of the system. Later, the system became more and more smooth when calling her senior sisters.
"It's just a misunderstanding, just keep talking." Shi Qi replied.
Having said that, when Shi Qi died, the system followed Shi Qi every day, telling Shi Qi earnestly that she was dead, she was dead, she was dead.
Shi Qi always ignored it, as if he didn't want to talk to the system.
He didn't say a word, it was obvious that he just didn't want to talk.
Obviously he didn't want to talk or talk to anyone, but now he still stood up and made things clear for Ji Hanyue and Gu Shiqiu.
As a high-dimensional system, the system stores a lot of analysis on human behavior patterns.
It knows the cunning and treachery of human beings, and must never believe human lies.
Many systems have been deceived by human beings, leading to chaos and abandonment.
But it feels like it has followed in the footsteps of other predecessor systems. So far, it seems to like humans quite a bit?
"Junior sister, it is winter now and the flowers will not bloom. After a while, we will return to the world of cultivating immortals and will not stay in the human world anymore. Why not leave this bracelet to Miss Song. Next spring, maybe this regret will be gone. Dispersed."
Ji Hanyue paused after hearing this, took off the plain silver bracelet from her wrist, and handed it to Song Jingzuo.
"We have traveled all the way, and now it can be regarded as returning to its original owner. Sister Song, you will keep this bracelet. I have cast a spell on it to warm up the residual thoughts. When the residual thoughts dissipate in the next spring, his soul will also You should be able to enter reincarnation.”
The flower demon shook his head, reached out and pushed the bracelet back in front of Ji Hanyue, and glanced at Shi Qi who was silent at the side.
"That little friend is right. I am indeed not Song Jingzuo. I am just a flower demon possessing Song Jingzuo and now occupying Song Jingzuo's body. I am not Song Mi's real Sister, it can’t eliminate his regrets.”
"Possession? Humans and demons cannot be one. It goes against the law of heaven. Even if they are forcibly fused, they cannot keep their bodies incorruptible for seven years."
The flower demon lowered his eyes, and the red demonic power transformed into several silhouettes, turning into a small mansion, appearing in front of everyone like a shadow puppet show.
A few faces could not be seen clearly, only tall, short, fat and thin silhouettes were walking, sitting or standing in the garden of the mansion, looking very intimate.
Later, two of the figures left the mansion, leaving only a woman dressed as a woman and a girl with a double-snail bun in the garden.
They watered the flowers in the garden, loosened the soil, and erected bamboo strips to protect the flowers from the rain during storms.
The silhouette is lifelike, and the memory of the Flower Demon is vivid in my mind, as if it has never been forgotten.
They had heard a lot of rumors about Chang'an City in the past few days, so even if the flower demon didn't explain, the trio guessed that the woman was Mrs. Song, and the girl must be Song Jingzou.
The two silhouettes leaving were Song Yuanzhi and Song Mi.
The scene in the silhouette changed. The woman was lying on the hospital bed, and medicine was burning on the stove in the room all day long.
The girl took care of the woman every day, but the woman's condition did not improve. Instead, she became weak and died in her sleep.
Later, when the woman died, the girl's health also deteriorated. She struggled to take care of the flowers, plants and trees in the garden, and collapsed among the flowers.
"After the news that Song Mi and his father Song Yuanzhiyuan died in Cangzhou came back to Chang'an, Mrs. Song died in depression. Song Jingzuo was exhausted, but she still felt that Song Mi was not dead and might come back one day. Deceiving yourself and others, you can only breathe a sigh of relief."
"The Song family is a century-old family. I have been living in the garden of the Song family for a hundred years. From generation to generation, the Song family has always cultivated me and cultivated outstanding people. Over time, I have gained spiritual awareness."
"Jingzuo still had a breath in her chest before she died. A family that has accumulated good deeds must have Yuqing. The merits accumulated by Song Mi, Song Yuanzhi, and Mrs. Song, a family of three, are all in her body. I took Song Jingzuo's hard work, I also received her merits.”
"I wanted to fulfill my wish for Jing, so I parasitized in her body and gave her a breath. The living can die, and the dead can live."
The flower demon stretched out his hand to touch his face, and a black-red vine grew out of one of his eyes, exuding the aura of death. On the vine were emerald green leaves and carmine red peonies, covering half of his face. His face is like a jade-faced Shura.
She made a sound that sounded like crying and laughing, "Now that I have seen this bracelet, I can feel Song Mi's sadness in it. Jingzhuo, you should believe it."
It was quiet late at night, and the sounds of cats and dogs could be heard at night. They were not like the usual cute meowing sounds, but more like the neighing of wild animals.
A gust of cold wind jumped up from behind Shi Qi, rising from his spine to his head.
She hated herself for not being a piece of wood.
Shi Qi took a deep breath and said softly: "Actually, if you think about it carefully, Song Mi's regret is that he went to see the peonies blooming in Chang'an with his sister. It doesn't say whether he is a living sister or a possessed sister. Maybe this regret is still It can be eliminated. Since you are a flower demon and have the ability to raise your hands to make flowers, you might as well give it a try..."
Shi Qi really couldn't understand life and death in this world.
What kind of bullshit is destiny? It makes the living die, and the dead live, and the cycle repeats.
Shi Qi suddenly understood. No wonder some people in this world want to cultivate immortality, probably because they want to try to control the unpredictable destiny.
The flower demon blinked, stretched out his hand to touch the eye with the flower, and the inhuman half of his face returned to form.
