Chapter 180: Lost in the Mist: Redemption and Renewal

He was lying on his buttocks on the cold floor of Ming Yue Building, tortured by the pain of the caning, grunting and grunting.

No one sent him medicine to treat his injuries, and the elixir that Shujue Duan fed him was just hanging on for dear life.

During his imprisonment, it seems that someone visited him and asked him some questions, such as where his hometown was and how he had taken over the body of Jinhua.

The first thing he did was to confess.

He wept bitterly and bowed bitterly, just like Jiming Ye who worshiped Mount Jingxu step by step in order to beg for Shujue Duan's corpse.

He all confessed, confessed that he was transported, said here is actually a book, you and I are people in the book, I also had no choice, was arranged to take the body, is not intentional.

The man who came to ask the questions was confused and had to write down his "nonsense" one by one and report it to Chiyunzi.

Just a few steps away from Feast Jinhua, two transparent data streams floated silently.

001 scratched the back of his head: "I remember, our contract is written at the top of the confidentiality clause, right? 'No disclosure of identity' blah blah blah ......"

"He's broken a lot of rules, not this one." 002 crossed out the name "Feast Jinhua" from the display on his arm, and cleanly arranged for the unilateral termination of his contract, "Let's go. I have work to do."

He said, he grabbed 001 who intended to pull out his feet and skedaddle: "Where are you going?"

001 is not straight and strong: "Second brother, things are not all fixed, and his contract to be released, that system was sent down to deal with data waste, the new staff was also sent to deal with his first two tasks in the world stabbed holes ...... I go to find the system that can play mahjong, with him about Two rounds."

002 said, "Not allowed."

001: "Wow, are you my boss or am I your boss."

002 hold a hold of glasses: "For every thirty applications you process, I will play a round with you."

001's eyes lit up, "Twenty."

002: "Forty."

001: "Twenty-five."

002: "Fifty."

001: "...... Well, count on you to be tough, thirty."

As the two data streams dissolved into the air and dissipated into nothingness, the remaining data page in front of Jinhua's eyes completely disappeared.

In the original world, Feast Jinhua died suddenly, the system took his soul and programmed it into the database to bring in some laborers, as long as he worked properly to complete the world line, the system would give him a chance to resurrect.

I didn't expect to pick up a trash back, a miscalculation.

But the good thing is that the loss was stopped in time and did not lead to a bigger disaster.

002 thought so.

After bringing 001 back to space, in order to prevent escape, 002 will take him handcuffs locked in front of the desk, and then turn back to the trip, take some drugs to treat jellyfish toxins, take the bag, hanging on the top of the pine tree Huishou Peak, one hand pressed chest, bowed to the pine tree.

After all this, 002 called up the memo and crossed out the line "Apologize to the system that was caught by mistake", declaring that one of the daily tasks was completed, and then disappeared into the deep night between the pine sea.

Since the last time someone came to interrogate, it was a few days of indifference again.

Feast Jinhua hungry belly, thirst is unbearable, drowsy between only feel dead.

But who knows, half a month later, he was actually transported off the Bright Moon Building and thrown down the mountain.

It is true that greed is a sin, but his actions did not cause any substantial evil, and Chiyunzi felt dirty to kill an unarmed mortal, so he decided to expel him from the mountain after asking the opinion of the real feast Jinhua.

Yun Su heard the news and was quite upset: "On what grounds? He has occupied the second senior brother's physical body for many years, should we just let it go?"

Yun Su, who had previously disliked Yan Jinhua and looked down on him everywhere, now learns that someone has taken over the nest and that he has wronged the real Yan for so many years, inevitably feels guilty and simply takes on the responsibility of taking care of Yan Jinhua.

Banquet Jinhua closed his eyes and said, "How can he die so easily?"

Yun Su : "Hmm?"

The feast Jinhua swallowed a mouthful of medicine and looked light: "Killing him, on the contrary, gives him a pain. He is not a person of this world, drive him out of the mountain, and see how he can earn a living."

Yun Su is a bit dull.

The body is regained, the feast Jinhua mentality is much calmer, now see this once always with the "own" verbal dispute with the senior brother, also started some teasing: "Why, fourth senior brother does not allow senior brother this revenge a time?"

Yun Su hastily denied, "No. As long as senior brother can get out of anger, it's fine."

Banquet Jinhua smiled and gathered the blanket: "Medicine."

Yun Su then gave the medicine, warmed in her palm, to Feast Jinhua one spoonful at a time.

Mount Jingxu did not have any fluctuation because of the departure of the fake "Feast Jinhua", and many people thought he was dead, thrown out of the mountain by a roll of cool mats and died without a sound.

However, Jinhua's growing remorse bar proves that he is still lingering somewhere in the world.

The days seem to go on as usual, but Xiaochi Chi and Ying Lou now have to make a few trips to the main god's warehouse each day to make a deliberate choice of what to exchange their remorse for.

The two of them are like a pair of brave soldiers guarding the money printing machine, basically there is no difficulty in choosing, but occasionally there will be some disagreement.

At one point, Xiaochi Chi stayed in front of a card set and wouldn't leave.

He said, "I'm missing this one premium card in my whole set of cards."

Ying Lou looked at the card that specializes in the treatment of female ovarian cysts, helplessly said: "What do you cash this, last time we agreed to cash the game machine?"

Xiaochi Chi, who has an acute attack of chronic collecting fetish, said, "This set of cards has a nice pattern. Besides, there's just one more."

Ying Lou : "Just to put together a set?"

Xiaochi Chi : "Hmm."

Ying Lou: "Happy with a set?"

Xiaochi Chi : "Hmm."

Ying Lou then raised his hand and tapped the exchange button, turning the card that was placed high up into a stream of stars and incorporating it into their storage.

Xiaochi Chi casually said, "Thank you, Dad."

Ying Lou laughed and gently hooked the tip of Xiaochi Chi's nose where he couldn't see it, as a punishment.

He then coughed lightly, deliberately lowering his voice, but could not suppress the indulgence between his words, "Come along, my little friend."

Xiaochi Chi was just led away by him.

He felt quite unproductive as an afterthought.

How many years have passed, how he still vicious habits do not change, always love in front of Lou capricious.

The more you live, the more you go back, yuck.

However, he was still very happy to have the card set, but when he went back to look through the card set, his head was full of the "little friend", so he could not help but run away, and even twice nearly let the feast Jinhua's regret value full of 200, can be said to be very unintentional.

They redeemed the Xiaochi Chi card, which they would never use in their lifetime, and waited two more days, finally getting what they wanted and redeeming the brand new old red and white machine two days later, intending to put it in the space of two people.

Infected by the duo's desire to shop, Shujue Duan also made up his mind to focus on his side business and told Lou Chi in detail about his idea.

The mission can end any time, the two are about to leave, and some closing work needs to be done.

After he recovered from his injuries, Yujing Wen said to Chiyunzi that he wanted to go on a trip to practice his own way, and Shujue Duan went with him, but he might not go with him.

I am not sure when I will return, so if the book is not back to Mount Jingxu, please take care of it for me.

Chiyunzi was reluctant, but since it was for the sake of monasticism, he had no intention of stopping him, and only repeatedly told Yujing Wen to be safe and not to get hurt again.

Shujue Duan and Yujing Wen went down the mountain with their swords and walked across a dozen great rivers, one to enjoy the scenery and the other to help Shujue Duan fulfill his last wish.

A few months later, everything happened.

On the day Xiaochi Chi and Ying Lou left, Shujue Duan's grand project was just about finished.

He drew up a letter, called a small fish at the river, and told it to carry the letter to Jiming Ye, then returned to the inn and lay down on his bed.

He has long been ready to part, but when it comes to the parting juncture, it is still the tip of the heart astringent, can not hide the sadness.

Shujue Duan wrote solemnly on his lapel pin: "Two gentlemen, take good care of yourself."

Yujing Wen guarded his bedside, stroked his forehead and whispered for Xiaochi Chi, "The mountain is high and the water is far, we will meet again."

Shujue Duan closed his eyes.

Yujing Wen got up, marched out, and covered the door for him.

Outside, the spring drizzle is a crisp, clear mist that covers the town on the East Sea.

On his side are the townspeople running to avoid the rain, and Yujing Wen slowly opened his turquoise ink carp umbrella, as if sharing an umbrella with people, floating figure step by step dissipated in the fog between.

A few days later, Shujue Duan, whose fever had subsided, met with Jiming Ye in a small mountainous area with beautiful water.

As the weather warms up after the dormant season, the mountains are alive with the sound of insects.

When Jiming Ye received his letter, he knew that the pair had already left, so he rushed to the appointed place and saw Shujue Duan's back under a tree from afar.

He wore a delicate green jade hair crown, ponytail combed very high, hair band to the wind, a vegetarian rubbing blue clothes blown by the wind, outlining his tall and emaciated body, one hand behind his back, such as his waist in the stone sword is generally clean and serious, by the sword and people, are first-class gentleman's material.

He was concentrating on a pierced pangolin that had made a hole.

Jiming Ye laughs: silly in a silly way.

He quickly stepped forward and pounced straight onto Shujue Duan's back, the fish scale bracelet he wore on his wrist rustled with a thin sound: "Wooden fish!"

Jiming Ye was in a better mood when he turned his face to see the snake tooth necklace around his neck.

Shujue Duan held his leg back and said, "Here you are."

...... This is the tone of Shujue Duan's voice, Shujue Duan's eyes, not Xiaochi Chi.

Jiming Ye is a little bit disappointed when he thinks of the guy who has left.

It's a shame to lose a good friend who you can talk to and have a good conversation with.

But right now, it's his little fish that matters most.

Jiming Ye grabbed his chin and sized him up with abandon: "You don't look so good. What? Did you miss me so much that you became sick?"

Shujue Duan politely: "Ye brother please respect yourself, do not ......"

The more he said self-respect, Jiming Ye the more interesting he felt, hooked his neck and would not let go, deliberately taking half of his face to rub him: "Duan Daoist, you say, 'do not want' what? Brother Ye is listening."

The black snake scales of the swastika under his eyes flowed and flooded, rubbing against his face slightly rough, but felt wonderful to the touch.

Initially, Jiming Ye just wanted to tease the fish, after all, he had not seen it for many days, and did not know what the dead fish was up to, so he really missed it, but he thought that after a while, Jiming Ye felt his body getting hot, but more and more refused to let go of the surnamed Duan.

In early spring, snakes are more likely to be in love, and it is not unusual to do something naughty.

"Ha." He gently bit on Shujue Duan's ear bone with his sharp teeth and put down some brute force to bite down, "Unfortunate, Duan Daoist, you are entangled by this snake of mine."

Shujue Duan's cheeks are slightly red, the words are quite helpless: "Pestering is pestering, you have to discuss with me?"

Jiming Ye loves his reluctant accent.

He relies on the body soft, feet do not touch the ground, coiled body turned to Shujue Duan front, riding on his waist, with the advantage of height, forcing him to look up at himself: "Wooden fish, I miss you."

Shujue Duan tilted his head to look at him and reached out to clasp his waist for fear of him slipping: "Me too."

Jiming Ye sweats a bit and his voice goes muffled: "...... has been thinking about this for many, many years."

Shujue Duan said demurely, "So does Duan."

Jiming Ye said, "I want you."

Shujue Duan said, "Me too."

In just a few words, the two reached a tacit agreement.

Jiming Ye hugged Shujue Duan's face and kissed him down from a high place.

Shujue Duan stepped forward and pushed him into the tree.

Unlike Jiming Ye's faint smell of smoke, Shujue Duan's body is full of elegant sandalwood aroma, there is a natural sense of distance, as if awe-inspiring, but Jiming Ye can easily bully him, such a cool feeling makes him think about the back of the spine felt numb, more and more kissing forgetfulness, can not wait to swallow this fish open mouth, put in the belly of a good storage, no one to see only good.

Gradually, however, Jiming Ye felt that something was wrong.

Shujue Duan calmly and gently stripped and drew the qi around his body, his fingertips if not holding the seven inches of his waist and abdomen, rhythmically pressing.

The tingling sensation on his body, most of it is actually from this.

His original terrain advantage is gradually disappearing, between the lips and teeth to attack the city, replaced by the opposite side of the seemingly dignified and reserved dead wooden fish.

Jiming Ye "uh-uh" grunted twice, was kissed comfortably and uneasy, hands to push Shujue Duan shoulders, but was shocked to find that the strong thin arms are infinitely strong, allowing him to push and refuse, holding the side of the tree, not moving.

The pangolin watched the action for a while, see the situation is not good, sneak away from the hole hit.

Jiming Ye seven inches excited, half of the body lying on Shujue Duan body, the waist more and more straight up, was kissed tears are down, the throat can not stop issuing a thin whimper.

When he couldn't stand it anymore, he injected the paralyzing venom into his teeth, intending to spray Shujue Duan half-paralyzed, but unexpectedly, Shujue Duan's soft tongue gently hooked and impartially blocked his poison sac.

The poisonous cavity is the hidden part of his mouth, which should not be touched lightly, Jiming Ye gave a vague ah, and his voice was swallowed by Shujue Duan.

Until Jiming Ye was tossed a little breathless, "ha, ha" on Shujue Duan's shoulders gasping for breath, Shujue Duan only loosened his lips, scarlet cheeks warm voice to explain: "I came to take the antidote to poison pills. "

Jiming Ye : "......"

This killer fish!!!

When he felt Shujue Duan holding his waist, to unbuckle his belt, Jiming Ye's scalp exploded.

Jiming Ye, angry and aggrieved, weakly yelled, "Do you decent people still take off people's pants?!"

Shujue Duan thought about it and ripped his pants open from it.

Jiming Ye : "......"

Shujue Duan leaned into his ear and slowly explained, "Mr. Chi once taught me to act decisively, to do whatever I want to do, not to delay and waste time."

Jiming Ye really want to split his head and spray him a face of venom, but just now the wave of venom was forced down, want to regenerate venom, and is not that easy.

Shujue Duan looked up at him, the snake tooth necklace around his neck swaying slightly, his cheeks slightly flushed, but focused enough to look at him, like he was waiting for a nod.

This look immediately made Jiming Ye's heart crisp, and he turned his face away, cursed hard, and closed his eyes, considered acquiescence.

He repented for his soft heart.

Next, he cursed for a whole half day.

In fact, he is not so angry, just cursing inertia, but the surnamed Duan really abominable, he will be pressed against the tree, high up, not allowing him to land on his feet, a hundred kinds of bullying, not to mention, more annoying is that this sinful black-hearted fish also did not call him a pain, biased in his most comfortable time to stop the action, no matter how his long legs coiled around his waist clip leaning rubbing, refused to move a cent, stroking his lips, said, "I'm not going to be able to do it. Ye brother, please fix the mouth.

Jiming Ye felt that he was fainting from anger.

By the time he woke up again, it was nearly dusk.

He ambled on Shujue Duan's back while Shujue Duan carried him to the tide-swollen sea, walking alone along the coastal reef as if he were coming to show him the sea.

Jiming Ye took a good look at it and was furious.

Not an inch of himself, only loosely cloaked in an outer robe and cloak, but that surnamed Duan is sophisticated, the hair crown is correct, hair is meticulously tended, the end is a well-dressed gentleman.

Jiming Ye moved a little, grimacing in pain.

This gentleman suffered such a great crime, you actually took the time to comb a wash?

In his anger, he reached out and yanked off his hair crown.

Shujue Duan was startled, but did not care much about the pain in his scalp and his hair being messed up: "Brother Ye is awake?"

Jiming Ye was so angry that he didn't want to talk, grabbed his hair crown and hugged him tightly from behind.

Shujue Duan is back to his gentle Shujue Duan, the dictatorial look as if it never existed: "Can you accompany me to go down to the sea?"

...... Shut your mouth. You're on top of the bottom of your own heart does not count?

Jiming Ye was fierce in his heart, while secretly circling his neck.

Have accompanied you to die once, where still can not go.

He said, "What a waste of words. Lead the way."

After that, he put Shujue Duan's hair crown on his head and rested his chin on Shujue Duan's collarbone, gritting his teeth and having a hard time restraining himself from looking back.

Walking to a reef, Shujue Duan said, "Go down."

Jiming Ye : "Yeah."

After Shujue Duan entered the water, he transformed into the shape of a shark, and his streamlined silver-white fish tail cut a line of unmarked waves in the water, silently breaking through the sea pressure and diving to the depths.

The snake can swim, and with Shujue Duan along, Jiming Ye did not feel any discomfort, but was curious why Shujue Duan suddenly wanted to take him into the water.

Could it be that you want to take him to meet your family?

But he, like himself, has no relatives and no friends, apart from each other, where else is the closest person?

While Jiming Ye was thinking, he was led to a coral bush by Shujue Duan.

Shujue Duan reappears with his feet on the soft sea bed.

Is there something wrong here at ......?

He asked, "What kind of trick are you playing, surnamed Duan?"

As he spoke, his wrist was grabbed by Shujue Duan.

Shujue Duan twisted back half of his face to.

In the shaking sea water, his black and blue pupils are clearly discernible, and Jiming Ye's golden pupils are a contrast, one calm, the other hot.

Shujue Duan said softly, "Brother Ye, do you remember what I said when I presented you with this fish scale bracelet?"

Jiming Ye certainly remembers.

At first, he disliked the fish scale skewer as vulgar and petty, Shujue Duan said, later, he could exchange it with him for a good thing.

...... but he thought it was just a casual pretext for this fish.

Shujue Duan gently grabbed Jiming Ye's hand and sent it forward, touching the thin wall of seawater in front of him with the skewer of fish scales.

In an instant, Shujue Duan originally formed the spell formation like a cloud dissipated, knotted a mirage-like spectacle.

Among the clusters of blue coral, there is a magnificent palace in the water standing between it, on which, light golden silk tulle flowing, silver-white silk beads embedded in the wall as a lamp, everything is dazzling and brilliant, quite in line with Jiming Ye's open aesthetic.

Every lamp and every corridor pillar is extremely similar to the cave house Jiming Ye built in his previous life in Ba Shu.

The name of the house was inscribed by Shujue Duan himself.

"Hidden Beads".

Master Wen built a Huishou Peak for Mr. Chi, so why can't he build a worldly place for Jiming Ye?

He sobbed out of the mackerel beads, in exchange for a truckload of silver money, so that he could build this underwater palace.

Over the years, Mr. Chi helped him to get all the treasures stored here, enough to feed an arrogant little black snake.

Today, he's going to send his greatest treasure into it.

Jiming Ye suddenly felt his eyes burning, lowered his head and took a hard bite of the fish ear: "Is this mine?"

"Yours."

"You've planned this for a long time, yes or no?" Jiming Ye's heart was beating fiercely, "You think you can bribe me with this? Make me not remember today's revenge?"

Shujue Duan heard this, turned around, put his arm around Jiming Ye's waist, came up to his ear and said bluntly, "I just want to give you a home. You want to hold a grudge, let's go into the house, you slowly scold, I slowly listen, okay?"

Jiming Ye did not speak, indignantly thought, dead wooden fish, huh.

While the two were diving together into their secret underwater realm, a cripple was nestled in the corner of an unnamed town not far from East Sea, devouring the cold buns he had just begged for.

After swallowing the crumbs cleanly, he walked out of the narrow alley with straight eyes and ran forward again with a crazy, limp.

Where is he going.

Who knows, even he himself.