After the apprenticeship, I became a hater

Chapter 129 "You...do you remember?"

My mind was wandering, my three souls and seven souls were withdrawn for a while, and then returned to my body for a while. After about half a moment, or longer, I finally woke up.

"—!"

Drenched in sweat, as if someone had just been fished out of the water, I opened my eyes in astonishment under the moonlight.

The frosty moonlight fell evenly, and pieces of regular frosty white light were cut out by the casement.

There is no ice lake, no succubus living in ice at the bottom of the lake, I am clearly still in Liuguang's bamboo house, and I have never left half a step.

I just... fell asleep at some point, and had a dream without cause and effect.

Really...

Is it just a dream?

My fingers hanging by my side clenched instinctively.

The coldness of the icy lake is so real, and the appearance of the succubus under the icy lake is so clear, as clear as if I saw it with my own eyes...

Recalling the appearance of that succubus, I just felt dizzy.

Exactly the same name, extremely similar looks...

in fact……

When I came here, I had this vague feeling that the courtyard where Luo Wuchen lived was too cold, so cold and dead, it was like a mausoleum built for someone.

The tender flesh embedded in the palm of my fingertips, looking at the huge frozen lake just like in my dream, I felt a chill.

A chill that seemed to seep from the bones.

Obviously I should be here for the first time, but I seem to have known the correct path, the location of the ice lake, and the exact location of the succubus sealed in the ice lake.

Seeing the same succubus under the frozen lake as in the dream, my mind went blank, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

This is indeed a mausoleum, and it is Luo Wuchen's late wife, Xie Wan, who is buried inside.

In an instant, my muddled sea of ​​consciousness was instantly clear, and I didn't feel sleepy anymore.

I instinctively wanted to escape from this strange place.

It's so weird.

In the dream, I felt that the succubus named "Xie Wan" looked too much like me, and my heart was faintly numb.

Standing on the ice lake, looking at the succubus sealed by the ice lake, I felt even more numb.

Are there really two bloodless but extremely similar demons in the world?

That succubus looks too much like me.

Looking through the ice, I suddenly had the terrifying illusion of looking in a mirror.

even……

There is also a strange feeling of seeing his own dead body.

It turns out...it's not just the name.

As if soaked in the coldness of the icy lake, I couldn't help shaking my teeth from the cold.

No wonder little Chang'an clearly recognized me as his biological mother, even though it was the first time he saw me.

No wonder Luo Wuchen looked at me with such nostalgia and pity...

"Thank you late."

I trembled subconsciously, and followed the sound with a blank expression.

It was Luo Wuchen.

Ah, it should be said that it really is Luo Wuchen.

Luo Wuchen found me on the frozen lake and walked towards me quickly.

I just stood there, watching Luo Wuchen walk towards me step by step.

The water vapor formed a layer of snow and frost in front of my eyes that was hard to see.

The icy lake shrouded in the moonlight refracted hazy clusters of light in Luo Wuchen's eyes.

"Thank you late..."

Luo Wuchen stared straight at me, as if he wanted to say a lot to me, but he didn't know where to start.

In fact, not only Luo Wuchen, I also have a lot to say.

There are thousands of emotions mixed together in the bottom of my heart. My lips open and close, close and open again, and I still don't know where to start.

The two sides looked at each other, but they were all silent.

In the end, it was Luo Wuchen who broke the silence first.

"Did you see it?"

What did you see?

See that succubus under the frozen lake, or do you mean see that succubus with the same face as mine?

There is really no need to say much about this question.

Since he saw me appearing here, how could he not know what I saw.

Even if I didn't see what I said, he must not believe it.

"I see." There was no wave in my voice.

"Then..." Hearing this, Luo Wuchen's eyes lightened slightly, and his tone was filled with care and indescribable gentle expectation: "You...you remember?"

Looking forward to... what is he looking forward to?

I stepped on the ice on the lake, tilted my head, looked calm, and asked suspiciously: "What?"

Regarding my normal attitude, Luo Wuchen was slightly stunned, his expression was a little lonely, as if he did not give up, and he asked again: "When you see this, what do you think of?"

remember what?

When I walked onto this icy lake, several blurred images flashed through my mind——

In the bamboo house, someone took my hand and stuffed a straw dragonfly into my hand.

At that time, "I" was about to give birth, and my temperament fluctuated a lot, and I was often provoked into a rage by a little bit of a sesame seed, and I was tossing hard.

One day, "I" did not know what kind of nerves it was, and suddenly missed the dragonflies and fireflies in the courtyard when I was young, and wanted to go home, to the motherland that had long been destroyed and disappeared in the flames of war.

"I want to go home, I want to catch dragonflies, you are not allowed to stop me..."

Before walking away from the bamboo house, "I" was held back by someone, and the impatience on "I"'s face turned into astonishment when I saw the straw dragonfly in my hand: "You——"

"Why are you giving this to me? I'm not a child, so this can't coax me." "I" pretended to be disdainful, with a contemptuous tone, but my eyes were fixed on this straw dragonfly and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"I" has a rough life, and I have been wandering around since I was a child. No one has ever tried to please me. Seeing this grass-woven dragonfly, I don't know how happy I am.

What "I" wants is not a dragonfly or a firefly. What "I" misses is the feeling of being loved when my parents are still there.

In the next moment, "I" opened my eyes wide in amazement, and my voice carried the joy and vitality of a young man: "It moved."

"Isn't it made of straw?" I carefully held the dragonfly flapping its wings in my palm, and looked at Luo Wuchen curiously: "How can it still fly?"

Luo Wuchen's eyes glowed with warm golden color in the afterglow of the setting sun, like flowing amber, very beautiful.

With a warm smile, he explained to me that the grass dragonfly can fly because of his spiritual power.

The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window was completely dimmed, and the night fell into place, and Luo Wuchen released another wave of spiritual power to turn it into little fireflies, like fireflies surrounding me.

"There are many monsters in the wilderness, and it is difficult for the creatures of the mortal world to survive in the wilderness." Luo Wuchen's voice was slightly apologetic, "I have searched for a long time, but I can't find what you want... I won't stop you again."

"If you want, I will accompany you and do anything for you..."

Luo Wuchen's eyes fell on me gently, and he reached out to stroke the corner of my eyes, "Don't cry."

……

The Luo Wuchen in the broken picture overlaps with the Luo Wuchen in front of me.

"You...do you remember anything?"

"No." I squeezed my numb fingertips, calmly stopped Luo Wuchen's words, and said, "I didn't think of anything."

The light in Luo Wuchen's eyes dimmed in an instant, and he endured the extreme pain like being cut with a knife. His voice was very soft, almost whispering: "Can't remember anything?"

I stared blankly at the thick layer of ice on the frozen lake. In those broken pictures, I saw this lake.

But it is not full of frost and ice like it is now.

The water was rippling and shimmering, "I" was embraced by Luo Wuchen like an ordinary couple, walking slowly along this lake.

Occasionally catching a glimpse of the reflection on the lake, "I" looked relaxed, with a smile on his face, Luo Wuchen's eyes never left "me" for a moment, looking at "me" with affection that could not be concealed.

All kinds of feelings are stuck in my heart, and my expression is slightly sad.

enough!

"Mozun Lingjue, I'm very curious," I pinched my fingertips into my palm, and my voice was calm, "Why do you ask me such a question?"

There was no emotion on my face, and I looked at Luo Wuchen calmly in my eyes: "Should I think of something?"

"You wouldn't..." My voice paused, and my calmness was almost cold: "Don't you want to bet your feelings for your dead wife on me?"

I spoke quickly and urgently, as if I was afraid that if I didn't say it, I would regret it: "It's not because of my name, but because of my appearance, Demon Lord Ling Jue, you really..."

As if being slapped severely, the blood on Luo Wuchen's face faded away in an instant.

"It's not like that," Luo Wuchen denied anxiously, "You and him actually—"

Luo Wuchen's voice stopped suddenly, and he looked at me with the despair in his eyes like a prisoner sentenced to death.

I watched Luo Wuchen's face turn blue and red, how deep the pain in those eyes was, how empty and uncomfortable my heart was.

Heavy emotions squeezed my chest, I could hardly maintain my superficial calm, and I completely threw away my armor in front of Luo Wuchen.

But no.

I can not.

"It's deeper and the dew is heavier, it's cold here, Demon Lord Ling Jue, don't... wait too long," as soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that my voice was too dry, I looked away awkwardly, and hastily added the last sentence: "... Farewell."

Why is Little Chang'an's attachment to me so deep, almost to the bone, as if he is afraid that I will abandon him.

Because, I once abandoned him, from the day he was born, I separated him with life and death.

But after he found me, I gave him indifference again and again.

Thinking of these, I can't help but tremble all over.

and……

My shoulders were straight, and my walking steps didn't stop at all.

From those broken pictures, I know one thing.

"Xie Wan" is me, and Luo Wuchen's succubus companion is also me, but I...

I leaned against the wall and squatted down, hugging my knees tightly, tears slipped down my face unconsciously, falling drop by drop.

But I'm not just Xie Wan.

I buried my face in my knees and choked up crying.