What about the good-for-nothing little celestial master?

Chapter 83 The reason

Tang Lingcha only felt a gust of cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He felt as if he was in the cold world of ice and snow, and the warm wind blowing from outside the courtyard could not bring him any warmth at all.

Outside the house, the moon is above the willow branches, and inside the house, two people hug each other tightly.

The person who was being hugged suddenly raised his head and looked towards him. Because he was facing the window, he could easily see him, but he didn't know why there was some pride and provocation in his slightly raised eyes.

To be honest, it still feels weird to look at someone who looks exactly like me.

Tang Lingcha didn't shy away from it, just looked at him so firmly, no matter what he said, he was the rightful owner, so why should he be afraid of him as a fake.

He saw what he said in Zhang Moyuan's ear, Zhang Moyuan let go of him and looked over, that glance seemed to carry endless words across the weight of ten thousand catties.

There was everything in those eyes, except that there was no surprise to see him coming, that is to say, he already knew he was here.

There was an unspeakable silence in the air. After a long time, Zhang Moyuan sighed and said, "Little tea."

Tang Lingcha didn't know why he was still so calm at this moment, as if nothing had happened.

He looked at the two people on the opposite side, smiled, then looked at the person who looked exactly like him and said: "Senior brother is calling me or calling him."

Zhang Moyuan smiled dotingly and waved to him, "Of course I'm calling you."

"Come here, isn't it hot outside?"

To be honest, seeing such a scene made me feel cold.

Tang Lingcha opened the door and walked in. When he got closer, he saw the wine glass on the table. If he smelled it carefully, he could still smell the wine in the room, but the strong scent of white lotus dilutes the wine smell.

Tang Lingcha stood still beside the wine table, and reached out to lift up the bottle that had fallen on the table.

"Brother, don't explain what's going on with him."

Zhang Moyuan said: "Do you want to know? If you want to know, I will tell you."

Tang Lingcha said: "Even if I don't ask senior brother, I will tell you. After all, senior brother already knew about it when I entered the courtyard. You didn't choose to let him go, so you just wanted to tell me."

Zhang Moyuan smiled and said, "You are still so smart."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to touch the man's face, and the man rubbed his cheek against his hand very softly.

Tang Lingcha felt a little uncomfortable looking at the puppet, after all he was still holding his own face.

Zhang Moyuan continued: "He is my puppet, and I even gave him a nice name, Chacha, is it nice?"

Tang Lingcha's eyebrows twitched involuntarily, why didn't he know that he had such a bad taste before.

Zhang Moyuan said: "I know that's what he called you."

Tang Lingcha naturally knew who he was talking about, and Xiao Luo was the only one who called him Chacha.

"So, brother is planning to replace me with a puppet."

Zhang Moyuan shook his head, and walked towards Tang Lingcha. Although the two faces were identical, he could easily tell who was the real Tang Lingcha.

"No, no one in this world can replace you, but why don't you belong to me."

Tang Lingcha's eyes froze, a sword appeared in his hand, and he stopped his approaching steps.

He said coldly, "Who are you?"

Seeing him draw his sword, the puppet rushed over, Zhang Moyuan waved his hand to push him back.

He glanced at the sword in front of him: "Brother is confused, I am your brother."

Tang Lingcha said: "You don't have to lie to me, I already know what you did on that stormy night in Yicheng."

Zhang Moyuan was a little surprised.

He said: "That's it, so there were still people alive at that time. Well, I admit that I killed the real Zhang Moyuan."

Although Tang Lingcha knew it would be such a result, he was a little hard to accept when he admitted it.

He closed his eyes deeply for a moment, and when he opened them again, there was no other excessive emotion.

"What's your purpose?"

The corner of Zhang Moyuan's mouth curled into an evil smile.

He said: "Hey, listen to me, don't be angry, your master, oh, no, it was our master, and I killed him too."

Tang Lingcha felt for a moment that he was deaf. He watched his mouth shape for a long time before he knew what he was talking about, but he still asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

Zhang Moyuan said: "Don't be so surprised, don't you want to know why I killed him?"

Tang Lingcha didn't know how he asked.

"Why! Why exactly!"

Zhang Moyuan said in a low voice: "Why, I also want to ask you, you are the one I want to meet twice, why is he the one you love, even if you love me a little, I will be very happy."

Tang Lingcha didn't understand, what was twice, and when did he meet him.

Zhang Moyuan continued: "Why did you kill Zhang Moyuan? It was because I needed an identity close to you. Why did you kill Master? It was because he saw me kissing you. He knew that I was not Zhang Moyuan. He Knowing that I approached you with ill intentions, so when he wanted to tell you everything, I had no choice but to kill him, but this nasty old man even got your soul out after he died, oh, you still I don’t know, you can wake up in the incense shop because of him, he wants you to know what I’m doing, he wants you to stay away from me, but how can I allow it.”

Tang Lingcha listened to his every word, and he felt that he had never really known him before.

"He is also your master. Even if you are not Zhang Moyuan, he still treats you wholeheartedly. He also treats you as his relatives. You are so cruel."

Zhang Moyuan looked up at him, his eyes were dark.

"Cruel-hearted, I have no heart, I only know how to do whatever it takes to achieve my goal."

He slowly leaned towards Tang Lingcha, and immediately a dark red bloodstain appeared on his chest.

"I shouldn't control myself, I should have taken you into my arms early, I should have killed them all early."

Tang Lingcha still couldn't bear to look at this senior brother whom he had brought up with him since he was a child. He stepped back slowly, and Zhang Moyuan approached step by step.

"Let me guess how you know all this, oh, it's because of that evil spirit in your house."

Tang Lingcha's spirit shook.

"What do you want to do."

Zhang Moyuan said innocently: "I don't want to do anything, I just said how could there be an evil spirit around you, the entire Tianshi Mansion was surrounded, if anyone told you about this, he would be the only one."

He squinted at the person beside him who had been worried about him.

"Tea tea."

The puppet couldn't wait any longer. He thought he was about to fight back, so he quickly responded.

"Yes."

"Go and bring him here."

The puppet was a little confused, but he always listened to his words, so he went out in response.

"Yes."

Tang Lingcha wanted to go out to chase, but the person in front of him grabbed his wrist firmly.

"Don't touch him, or don't blame me for being rude."

Zhang Moyuan did not answer his question, but followed him back and forth to the corner.

"Don't you want to know who I am, I'll let you see who I am."

After Zhang Moyuan finished speaking, he directly stabbed at the sword, Tang Lingcha was stunned, he felt the warm liquid slowly seeping into his body.

Zhang Moyuan stretched out his hands to hug him tightly, and patted Tang Lingcha's slightly trembling back with his hands, just like when he was coaxing him to sleep when he was a child.

He whispered in his ear: "I know you still care about me, Qingming."

Tang Lingcha's eyes widened immediately.

He said in disbelief, "You...what did you call me?"

Zhang Moyuan smiled, "Qing Ming, I have loved someone for tens of thousands of years, and I have loved someone for tens of thousands of years."

Tang Lingcha now knows who he is, he is Xu Chu.

"Actually, it's good that you know it all. I probably know that your memory will return after the beasts gather together, so you are not only reluctant to bear him, you are also reluctant to bear me a little bit, right?"

Tang Lingcha whispered, "Xu Chu?"

Xu Chu smiled softly, this time it was his real smile.

"I haven't heard you call this name for a long time, and only you can call this name."

He slowly pushed Tang Lingcha's body back, and only when the sword was completely withdrawn from his body did Tang Lingcha see his face.

That face was different from Zhang Moyuan, exactly the same face as he remembered.

"It's really you."

Xu Chu had a smile on his brows and eyes.

"Qing Ming, after so many years, you are still so beautiful even if you look surprised."

Tang Lingcha couldn't help but said, "Xu Chu, after all these years, what on earth are you going to do? It's rare that you haven't done enough wrong things."

Xu Chu raised his eyebrows and said: "It's a mistake, I don't think I did anything wrong, I want to take back everything that belongs to me."

"I want the world to restart, I want Xiao Luo to be wiped out completely, and I want you to belong to me completely."

Just then there was a knock on the door.

The conversation between the two people outside was also heard clearly.

"Brother Ling, what are we doing here?"

"Of course someone wants to see you."

"Who is it?"

"You'll know when you see it."

Tang Lingcha knew just by hearing this, Liu Shiyun must have thought that puppet was him.

Xu Chu said, came in and opened the door.

As soon as Liu Shiyun came in, he saw a strange figure and Tang Lingcha by the wall.

He couldn't react in his head, wasn't Tang Lingcha by his side, and who was this person? He looked at the person beside him and then at the person in front of him, then seemed to realize something suddenly and hid behind the puppet with a scream.

He grabbed his hand and said, "Brother Ling, why are there two of you here?"

Tang Lingcha was about to die of anger. He looked at the man hiding behind the puppet and said, "Are you stupid? It's just me. That's a puppet."

Liu Shiyun only realized when she heard the familiar tone, the one in the distance is real.

He shook off the puppet's hand and ran behind Tang Lingcha.

"Ah, Brother Ling, what's going on here?"

Xu Chu looked at him, recalling that stormy night in his mind, his face overlapped with a person in his memory.

"It was you."