Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

In my hazy state of consciousness, I saw those cold and ruthless purple eyes.

Looking down from high up, it's like looking at a dead person, without any ripples.

"How many times do I have to say no before you understand?"

He leaned over and stood, his beauty was as beautiful as a painting, like the clear light of heaven and earth, so noble that he did not dare to be tarnished.

His black hair was flying slightly, and he was like ice in the abyss, pure and bitingly cold.

"If you want to die, I will make it happen for you."

He still had a gentle smile, gentle and polite.

It's like a mask printed on your face, you can't take it away or take it off,

Easily, he deceived everyone.

My eyes are so painful that they are almost congested,

The pressure on the body seemed to reach the extreme in an instant.

It was as if all the flesh and blood in his body were being torn apart,

Little by little, all the muscles and veins are broken.

at that moment,

I started to really feel like death.

"Nine songs——"

The pretty girl in the red dress ran over.

The voice was like falling from heaven, charming and gentle.

The moment I thought I was going to die,

The pressure on his body suddenly disappeared.

I was thrown heavily to the ground, as embarrassed as a maggot that was about to be torn apart.

My whole body was in severe pain and I had no strength. I could only squirm in pain, but I couldn't even make a sound.

Sweating profusely and looking pale,

My embarrassment was completely seen by her.

"Who is she?"

the woman asked doubtfully.

"It's just a fox demon that accidentally wandered in." The stunning young man smiled gently and blocked her sight without leaving any trace.

That mask as warm as the spring breeze, paired with the stunningly beautiful white clothes,

He can always handle some things with ease without being noticed.

Seeing that she was still looking out curiously,

He put his arm around her waist with a natural look on his face and changed the topic.

"Have you finished copying the precepts?"

The woman's face fell, and her attention immediately shifted to him.

She leaned softly into his arms and held his beautiful hand,

"There are too many precepts. I'll take a break before copying them."

"But you haven't had enough time to copy a stick of incense." He shook his head, helpless.

Her clear and warm purple eyes reflected her face, as if she were looking at her own child.

I can't say it, I always indulge.

"." She touched her nose guiltily, knowing that she was in the wrong.

"Okay, I'll take a break and then go copy it."

She made a gesture of reassurance.

As she walked, the bells on her ankles made a crisp sound.

In the quiet peach forest, it seems particularly beautiful.

The two people walked away from each other without looking back at the miserable people on the ground.

I stared at that woman's face, my overwhelming hatred and unwillingness almost swallowing up all my sanity.

All obsessions are like a net that keeps tightening, suppressing my emotions.

I took my last breath, exhausted all my strength, and climbed up.

The hateful gaze was like a sharp weapon, wanting to scratch the woman's face.

Oh no, it's not scratched, but

I want to cut it off and stick it on my face.

I know - what the young master loves is just that face.

As long as I have that face, Master will be so kind to me,

So, I want to have a face like that.

As long as I have it, the young master is mine.

I showed a determined smile, like a winner.

I know,

The young master should be mine, forever and ever. He should be mine.

—Small World End—