Shi Shanhe didn't dare to move, fearing that Chi Yu would hurt him with a shake of his hand.
The moonlight and firelight intertwined to illuminate the open space, and Chi Yuxian's black clothes almost blended into the night.
His wrist holding the knife was slightly pulled in, and the cold back of the knife was pressed against the side of Shi Shanhe's neck.
"You...you are grandpa."
Shi Shanhe said this almost as if he was gritting his teeth. After he finished speaking, he squinted at the scimitar on his shoulder in horror.
"The sword is ruthless, you..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chi Yuxian: "Do you still want to take revenge?"
The young man in black has a graceful figure, but his dark eyes are indifferent, as if the human life in front of him is like a piece of grass.
"No! Not anymore!"
Shi Shanhe lowered his head, hiding the resentment in his eyes: "Your Excellency, you have a lot."
He said this almost word for word.
Chi Yuxian had no intention of killing him, but after hearing his words, he understood that the other party was not what he meant.
"If someone comes to trouble me next time, whether it's true or not, I'll blame it on you."
He twitched the corners of his mouth, but there wasn't much of a smile on his face. His angry eyebrows were a bit sharp, like a life-threatening ghost.
Shi Shanhe shivered inexplicably, and there was a hint of fear in his heart: "Of course, hehehe, don't worry."
He didn't hide it well, but Chi Yuxian didn't make it clear. He just said in a low and lazy voice: "Of course I believe you, after all, it won't be so simple next time."
The young man in black patted Shi Shanhe's face with the back of his knife: "Next time I'll cut off your head and use it as a ball."
As soon as he finished speaking, the insulted Shi Shanhe clenched his fists with an ugly expression on his face. Especially when I found that the other person's face really showed a trace of joy when he said this sentence.
After warning the other party, Chi Yuxian put away his knife and left. The clothes he wore were wide and full-sleeved, and he walked with an inexplicable sense of ease.
Taking advantage of the moonlight, he went down the mountain, but instead of walking back, he turned around and stared at the hilltop lit with lights.
Shi Shanhe and the others were able to escape because they did not follow the boss out that day, and the other party did not tell where the village was after being arrested, so Shi Shanhe escaped.
Chi Yuxian felt sleepy, and he subconsciously held up an umbrella, his phoenix eyes slightly lowered, looking bored.
He knew the location of the other party's stronghold because of an accident, but now, this fact came in handy for him.
The night wind blew, causing the surrounding trees to sway slightly, and the leaves to make rustling sounds.
Chi Yuxian had his eyes drooped. He went to the Yamen before going home. As soon as he returned, he fell asleep. He didn't even put the scimitar in his hand on the table, but casually placed it on the pillow.
Just when he was about to fall asleep, his eyes suddenly lit up.
As soon as his sore eyes were illuminated by the bright light, tears flowed out in excitement, and the ends of his eyes became wet in the blink of an eye.
Chi Yuxian raised his eyelids and saw a fluorescent blue screen unfolding in front of his eyes, with the letter function that only took up one third of the screen flashing.
Seeing this scene, he blinked slowly, and his eyes that had not been focused just now locked on the screen.
"What the hell? Did someone reply to me?"
Chiyu sat up and opened the letter slowly.
He scanned the inexplicable reply with one glance, and the corners of his lips slightly lowered into a straight line.
Even if you have never met the person who replied to the letter, you can tell from this letter that the person is a person who loves life.
Chi Yuxian's gloomy face became even more gloomy at this moment. He didn't believe that someone really wrote a reply to him, and guessed that the system was playing tricks on him.
A sneer from the throat resounded in the empty room, and the young man with a somewhat gloomy expression deleted the reply mercilessly.
Even after doing this, his mood did not improve much, and he even felt angry after being deceived.
The pale side face was mostly blocked by the hanging black hair, making it difficult to see the young man's mood.
There was a loud sound of wind outside the room, like a ghost crying.
The screen was still on, the fluorescent blue light was like a will-o'-the-wisp, and there was no warmth at all.
Chi Yuxian had a cold face and his eyes were unfocused as usual. He seemed to be in a daze, but he was a little weird.
The wind outside stopped, and then the young man who had been sitting on the bed made a move.
He raised his hand and clicked on the screen with his long fingers so fast that he almost left an afterimage.
Lines of vaguely malicious words were written in no time. At the end, Chi Yuxian added: "I hate people who tease me the most. Sooner or later, this function will be destroyed."
He closed the screen, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
The incredible feeling of being teased by the game mixed with the resentment buried deep in his heart, entangled with his reason. Chi Yuxian lowered his head, clutched the quilt tightly with both hands, his knuckles turned white from the force, and veins bulged on the back of his hands.
In the end, he didn't even know how he fell asleep. He only vaguely felt as if a huge stone was pressing on his chest and he was out of breath.
Therefore, he missed the transformed yellow parrot again, let alone watched it fly out of the window.
Chi Yuxian's habit of writing diaries began in junior high school. At that time, he was thin and weak due to family reasons. His parents' endless quarrels all day long made him afraid to talk to his mother as usual, so he had to throw things around. He hid in the room amidst the sound.
At first, he simply recorded his life. Apart from the fear of his parents, most of it was beautiful.
But gradually, he seemed to become more and more taciturn, but couldn't find anyone to talk to, so he had to keep his head down and continue writing in his diary.
Things turned around a year later when his parents divorced and left him without a second thought.
After that day, a warm sentence would always appear at the end of Chi Yuxian's diary, washing away the panic and confusion in his words like a spring breeze in a hot spring.
It was a strange feeling, like someone holding an umbrella for him in the pouring rain.
Chi Yuxian likes diaries more and more, not only about life, but also about his own mood and all his thoughts.
He thought he had found salvation and spiritual sustenance, but on the day of the high school entrance examination, his diary appeared on the school bulletin board.
Those gentle comforts were wiped away, leaving only his rotten words.
The umbrella he thought turned into a boomerang and pierced him, and the receding black mud pulled him in again.
It wasn't until he entered high school that he realized that the person who comforted him was his classmate, who proudly controlled his emotions and treated his pain as a joke to share with others.
Frame after frame of past events came to mind again. The young man lying on the bed was covered in cold sweat, and his dark eyebrows were frowning tightly.
Finally, there was a loud noise in the sky, lightning instantly illuminated the world, and a pair of indifferent eyes.
Chi Yuxian's face was cold, and his temples were wet with cold sweat and stuck to the side of his face.
His pale fingers suddenly grasped the edge of the bed. The upright young man bent his thin back and lay beside the bed in disgust, retching.
It's long gone.
Chi Yu was lying leisurely beside the bed, his long hair covering his body like a woven net.
He calmed down quietly, suppressing the nausea before wiping the cold sweat from his body.
With a loud "crash" sound, heavy rain fell from the sky, hitting everything on the ground heartily.
Chi Yuxian exhaled a breath, slowly lay on the bed and closed his eyes.
It had been raining for a long time, and when he woke up the next afternoon, the sound of rain outside was still so intense, like artillery bombardment.
The sound of the patter of rain was somewhat hypnotic at the moment, and the sky was so overcast that the light in the room was very dim.
Chi Yuxian didn't have the slightest intention to get up, and just lay on the bed, motionless as if dead.
He listened to the sound of rain outside and emptied his mind again.
The rain started to lessen as the evening approached, but everything outside was wet. Chi Yuxian frowned and didn't really want to go out.
But he hasn't eaten anything since last night, not even a sip of water.
After struggling for a long time, he sat up and packed up slowly, then held up his umbrella and walked out.
Although the rain had lightened up, it would still be blown by the wind. Chi Yuxian didn't go far when his clothes got wet.
Perhaps because of the rain, there were not many people in some restaurants outside, and even the waiters sitting behind the counter were bored.
Chi Yuxian withdrew his gaze, randomly found a restaurant and walked in.
Candles were lit in the lobby, but the light was hardly bright.
Before he came in, he thought there were no guests here. After walking in, he found a person sitting in the lobby near the kitchen.
But Chi Yuxian didn't care. After closing his umbrella, he found a place to sit down.
"What would you like to eat, sir?"
"A bowl of Yangchun noodles."
Chi Yuxian lowered his head, straightened his clothes, and answered softly.
The surroundings were a little quiet, even so quiet that it was a bit eerie.
After realizing this, he paused in wiping his clothes. But he quickly returned to normal, waiting for his face as if he didn't notice anything.
It didn't take long for the noodles to be cooked. Just as the waiter came out with a steaming bowl of Yangchun noodles, another person walked in.
The other party took off his bamboo hat, and his whole body was filled with the moist smell of rain.
After he showed his face, the man sitting in the corner drinking himself paused and raised his neatly trimmed eyebrows.
Chi Yu was calm and calm, as if he didn't notice the tense atmosphere around him.
He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a chopstick surface and blew gently.
The fragrance of the noodles awakened his hunger, and his eyebrows relaxed slightly. Just when he was about to bite the lower part, there was a sound of drawing a knife.
It seemed like something was split open and flew towards him.
Chi Yuxian quickly moved aside, and half of the flying chair hit the place where he was sitting just now.
He barely managed to avoid it, but his uneaten yangchun noodles were found dead on the scene.
"Since I agreed to his request, I naturally won't give up halfway."
The man sitting in the corner stood up, stretched out his fingers and caught the big knife that was coming towards him.
It seemed that their personal grudges had affected him. Chi Yuxian pursed his lips, his expression obviously unhappy.
He raised his eyes to look at the two people confronting each other. The man holding the knife had his back turned to him, so he couldn't see clearly what the other person looked like.
But the man who effortlessly caught the opponent's sword was facing him, with a handsome face revealed.
But the most eye-catching thing was the beautifully trimmed eyebrows and beard, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
Chi Yuxian looked at the other person's fingers and recognized the other person - the famous detective Lu Xiaoji.
