Chapter 1000 A Different Kind of Red Death

Two days have passed, and Mrs. Mu should have found out from some details that Bieyanghong and Wuxianbi are still alive in this small courtyard.

But thinking about it, she would not take action against Biyanghong and Wuwubi, because Chen Changsheng had already arrived, and the rift within the demon clan was already extremely deep.

Unless she really starts to go crazy and doesn't care if the demon clan burns itself to ashes in the wildfire of the civil war.

The river breeze stirred the leaves in the Tianshu Temple, making a rustling sound, and then fell into the quiet courtyard. It was very real.

Such a quiet moment is perfect for chatting or explaining something.

Especially at this time, Bie Yihong used some means to make Wuxianbi fall asleep.

Chen Changsheng asked: "Senior, what do you want to leave behind? Or what do you want us to do?"

Bie Yihong said: "In the past, I thought there would be descendants of blood, but now that there are no descendants, there is no need to say anything more."

When he said this, his expression was very calm and his tone was very indifferent, but everyone could hear the deep pain hidden in it.

A generation of strong men from mainland China had no one to see them when they were about to die. Seeing their son’s death in advance would be hard for anyone to bear.

Chen Changsheng said: "It is also good to leave some of your past thoughts to the world."

Many people know that Bie Yihong was a scholar born in Wanshou Pavilion in Xiling, but his life experience and Taoism journey have always been a mystery.

"What aspect of my past does the world want to know most?"

Bie Yihong glanced at Wuxianbi and said with emotion: "That's probably why I want to marry her."

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said honestly: "It is true that many people can't understand."

"Although no one has ever dared to mention this matter in front of our husband and wife, I know that there are always gossips about this in many taverns and inns in the world. Some storytellers even helped us think of many bizarre stories and imagined them for me. In many situations, the experiences of others in the stories were indeed extremely tragic, and even I felt very sympathetic..."

Bieyanghong smiled and continued: "It's all fake. There are so many last resorts in life, let alone people like me."

Chen Changsheng thought that this was indeed the case. A strong man in the sacred realm had unimaginable power and power, and was not much different from an emperor. How could he endure it for so many years because of some last resort?

Bieyanghong said: "This story is really much simpler than you think. When I was a child, my family was poor, so I had to be taken in by my teacher and raised as an adult. I grew up with my junior sister. She respected me and loved me, and she never let me do anything. Even if she is unhappy, I will naturally love her and pity her, and when I am older, I will naturally marry her."

Chen Changsheng didn't expect that this story was really that simple.

Bieyanghong continued: "Although she was indeed not what she is now when I married her, but if you think about it carefully, this is not my fault."

Chen Changsheng said: "If this is really the case, senior, your arrogance towards her is indeed tantamount to indulgence in evil."

Bie Yihong said: "So I am neither a gentleman nor a good person."

Chen Changsheng still couldn't accept it and said, "I still think this is wrong."

Bie Yihong looked at him and said, "What would you do if your wife was very nice to you, but had a very bad temperament, and was a very evil person?"

This question seems easy to answer, but it is extremely complicated when you think about it. Chen Changsheng has never thought about this before, so naturally he doesn't know the answer.

Wuxianbi happened to wake up at this time, and when she heard these words, she naturally thought that Biyanghong was talking about herself.

She suddenly became angry and cursed: "I have just killed a few losers who disrespected my elders. Do I count myself as committing a great crime? You heartless thing!"

The silence in the small courtyard was suddenly broken, and everything seemed so noisy.

Bie Yihong didn't explain anything. He looked at her very seriously but said very gently: "Don't do this kind of thing in the future, okay?"

Just like the day before yesterday, Wuxianbi became flustered again, and said calmly: "Didn't I already promise you, why are you bringing this up all the time?"

Bie Yihong looked at her and smiled and said, "Junior sister, I'm sorry that I can't accompany you anymore."

Infinite Bi became even more panicked, stretched out her hand to grab his Yitori, and screamed: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Bie Yihong sighed and said, "I'm not talking nonsense."

Infinite Bi's face turned pale, her tongue was tied because of nervousness, and her speech became a little choppy: "Then you can't talk nonsense."

Bie Yihong said: "I'm not talking nonsense."

Wuxianbi shouted in extreme horror: "I won't allow you to leave, otherwise... otherwise I will chop off Guan Bai's hand! Otherwise... I will join the demons!"

"I once thought about asking the Pope to take me away and leave you only a letter of divorce. But I know you can still guess that I am dead, so it is better to say it clearly..."

Bie Yihong touched her face with pity and said, "Because you know I won't let you go."

Xuanyuan Po stood by the door, constantly wiping his tears with his sleeves, but he couldn't wipe them away.

He didn't understand much about this, but he just felt that the senior's words were so sad.

"Can I trouble you to buy some buns?"

Bie Yihong looked at him with some embarrassment and said, "I want to eat the one stuffed with beef and chopped green onion."

Xuanyuan Po was stunned and hurriedly ran out of the small courtyard, completely ignoring that he was also recovering from a serious injury and was still very weak.

In the morning mist and steam, he ran towards Hu Ji's steamed bun shop, full of regret, wondering why he didn't see that his senior wanted to eat beef steamed buns a few days ago?

Xuanyuan Po carried a whole drawer of steamed buns and was escorted back to the small courtyard by more than a dozen priests and experts from the Bear Clan.

This bun is still piping hot. If you tear open the soft bun skin, you can smell the aroma of beef, chopped green onion and red oil.

It's a pity that it's a little late.

Bi Yihong closed her eyes and had no breath.

Xuanyuan Po froze. The steam from the steamer in his arms floated toward the dark sky and landed on his face. It was a little hot and a little wet.

Chen Changsheng lowered his head in silence, his fingers on his side trembled slightly, and the sword in the sheath vibrated slightly.

Xuanyuan Po knelt in front of Bi Yihong, put the drawer of steamed buns in front of him, and then kowtowed several times respectfully, with tears streaming down his face.

Wuxianbi didn't pay attention to anything. She stared at Biyanhong blankly, her eyes gradually became distracted, and her body was shaky.

Dang Dang Dang! The bells rang in the Tianshu Temple.

Wuwu Bi woke up, her eye circles were getting red, her lips were trembling slightly, and she finally understood what had happened.

A shrill cry sounded in the small courtyard.

Chen Changsheng walked outside the courtyard and listened to the bells from the Tianshu Temple, recalling the night before Archbishop Melisha died.

That night, there were bells ringing in Kyoto.

Are bells really a signal to go home?

Is the sea of ​​stars really the home of all souls?

Noble or low, beautiful or ugly?

Like a cry?

No matter how unpleasant it sounds, is it still so sad?

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(I haven’t gossiped for a long time. I thought about it again today. In fact, I have a lot to say to everyone, but I still won’t say it. I will just read a book. I wish everyone well.)