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All I have is the book and the child

"What are you doing!" I was in so much pain that tears came out of the corners of my eyes. I pushed Zisheng away from me and tightly covered my mouth, not daring to let a single tear escape!

Just a moment ago, I was so affectionately grateful that he purified a cup of water for me. Now, I can't wait to eat a piece of his meat! Bite his tongue so hard that he can't speak, just like I am now!

With one elbow on the table, he propped his arm up, using the back of his hand to gently prop up the side of his face. He met my gaze with an elegant swan's neck.

And then I forgot that I was going to bite him.

"Come and have a drink. Didn't you say you were thirsty?" The corner of Zi Sang's eyes looked up at me, and his mouth raised in a devilish curve.

He picked up the cup that he had just given me. Inside was his purified water, and after blowing on it at a temperature that wasn't there at all, he pretended to place the cup to his lips. "If you don't drink, then I'll drink!"

There was no reaction in my mind. I felt as if I had instinctively thrown myself forward a few steps, and when I came back to my senses, I had already snatched the cup away from him. The water had begun to vibrate to the edge of the teacup, and I steadied my hand and held it in my hand, trembling with fear.

Fortunately, it hadn't spilled.

I carefully took it to a spot far away from Zishan and angrily glared at him. "Didn't you say you didn't need to drink pure water?"

"It's not that I can't drink without it, it's just that I've drank too much water with corpse poison in it. Drinking some water without corpse poison occasionally isn't too bad." As he spoke, he moved his fingers, and I felt as if the cup in my hand moved a few times.

I quickly tightened my grip on the cup and leaned it against the wall, putting my body around the small cup. "Don't move! This is for me! "

This is the first time I've been given something I like and find useful.

Think about what Zishan gave me a few times before he died, the book, the child, and what else? It seemed like that was the case before! The child is not with me now.

I suddenly felt sad at the thought.

I don't seem to have felt my child for a while, neither sound nor breath.

I used to cry out to him every morning as if he were greeting me, and then he'd toss me around in my stomach every meal and let me go find some blood to drink, as if I were possessed. Due to the loss of the blood I drank in the past few days, the weight that I lost when I was pregnant has now almost returned. There wasn't a trace of blood on my face. When I looked in the mirror the day before yesterday, my face was flushed.

The more I thought about it, the more upset I felt. The child I had once wanted to beat had unknowingly become a part I couldn't afford to lose.

I wasn't in the mood to make a ruckus, so I didn't want to fight with Zishang Liang over the water. The expression on my face slowly faded as a kind of 'yearning' suddenly appeared in my heart. I took the teacup and drank a cup of water.

I went back to the table and sat down. "I have something to ask you."

"If you want to ask the kid, he's doing very well right now. He's cultivating in the Dark Hall."

"How do you know what I'm going to ask?"

"I know Mind Reading."

I glanced at my mouth. These words were obviously a lie. If he really knows Mind Reading, when I said that Wang Xizhi is the person I've been yearning for day and night, why didn't I see that I was lying to him? He even poured out a huge vat of old vinegar, so sour that the entire room was filled with the smell of vinegar.

Now that you've guessed my thoughts and told me that you know Mind Reading, why would you need to look at what's on your mind if it's going to work?

I secretly rolled my eyes at him, "I'm not joking with you. I really want to see the child. I haven't seen him yet." I don't know what he looks like, like you or like me, how tall is this little guy, is he round and cute? "

The more I said it, the more I wanted to look at it. Unknowingly, I actually put too much effort into it and lifted my arms to hug the child. I didn't even know when I was going to take care of myself and continue to talk to Sang Shen.

Suddenly, Zishan snorted and said, "Not at the moment. You don't need to think about it. My child is naturally like me. If it was like you, then it wouldn't be bad."

My hands froze, and I felt a slight churning in my heart. A pang of bitterness crept into my heart: Why am I so bad? What's wrong with me?

"Like me, not half a ghost." Zi Sang was quiet for a long time before he faintly said those words. And so I was pulled out of my dissatisfaction.

I was stunned for a moment, then quickly understood what Zishan's words meant.

His younger brother is a half-ghost, and he is actually worried that our child will become a half-ghost. He hasn't been in the mortal world that long, but I think it's just a matter of thinking about it. A ghost, even if half of his body has human blood, wouldn't be able to live as well in the mortal world.

Therefore, it was no wonder that Zi Sang's heart was filled with such emotions.

I changed the subject and asked, "Sansa's death, do you think it's not so good to keep burning in the sun for so many years?"

"Why did you suddenly ask this?" Zi Sang asked with a frown.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Weren't you the one who started it?

But looking at his expression, he didn't want to admit that there was another meaning behind his words. He wanted to treat that sentence as unintentional. And if I pressed him again, he might get angry.

Thus, I shifted my gaze to another direction and made a very profound expression. "I am sending my thoughts to you."

"Sentimental? Is this room too stuffy that it makes you feel stuffy? What was there to think about! Do you think the Ghost Clan is so weak? "

"Weak, not weak. He has always been living in the mortal world, living in a world where he wasn't suitable, and the people around him were all different from him. "He's actually quite pitiful."

My Bodhisattva heart flooded once again, and this time it was even towards Zi Sang. The expression on my face, which had been struggling with death for a while, already darkened, and I said, "In this Underworld, some ghosts are born after the death of the dead, while some are born after the creation of heaven and earth. The royal family is a race like this, do you think that the royal family of the Underworld is blessed by the heavens to be born with such status? In all the generations of the Royal families, who hadn't experienced a calamity that was worse than death?! If he is pitied after leaving him in the mortal world for just a few hundred years, then wouldn't it be lamentable if he were to experience his tribulations in the Underworld? "

After Zi Sang finished his words, he coldly snorted. A trace of indescribable strangeness rose in his red eyes. I was stunned for a moment, as I didn't know what to say anymore.

I didn't know that a mere Bodhisattva Heart like that had caused this sort of thing, much less what the Zishan Death was referring to as the tribulation in the underworld. But just by looking at this gaze, I could tell that he must have experienced a lot of things that I, or any other person, would not have been able to handle.

I had seen his cold, sharp, unrestrained side all the time, but I had never seen his real helpless one, and perhaps it was only a miserable injury compared to the helpless ones, not a serious injury, even if it was bone-deep and pierced through the flesh and pierced the chest.

Could all that he had experienced in the past have been carved into the depths of his soul? Could it be that just thinking about it caused him to be unable to control his emotions?

But then, I wasn't with him.

I stood up and walked over to him while he was struggling with his emotions. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder. I rubbed my head against his face like a kitten until I could feel the cool touch of warmth.

I hid my face in his warmth. "How about I stay with you from now on?"

Zishan's body froze for a moment, and I continued rubbing him from under my shoulder. I lifted my eyes and stole a glance at the side of his face.

The contours of his face were very tight, and his goddess-like face was dyed with a light sheen before my eyes. I saw his eyes recede from the violent ripples and return to a calm state, gradually setting off a wave of panic.

He was like a child. He would panic when he heard warm words.

I straightened my back and lifted my head from his already warm shoulder, "Zishan, can you keep me with you in the future, we will go through all kinds of tribulations together. If you become the Ghost King in the future, I will reluctantly accept all the worship from all the other ghosts, and if you can't become the Ghost King, I will never hesitate to accompany you through all the tribulations."

"You …" Zi Sang was about to speak, but I reached out my hand from behind his back and gently covered his lips, stopping him from speaking further.

I smiled and continued, "However, I seem to be afraid of pain. If I cry from pain, you have to coax me."

I put my hand down on his lips, but he didn't say anything more.

There was a moment of silence.

The breathing of the two people was very abrupt in the silence. One shallow, one deep, one heavy, one clear. A cool, one warm, it seemed to interweave in the air like an invisible net.

Although I don't know what is on my mind right now, I know what is on my mind.

He didn't say what he had experienced, and I didn't ask him. It was his past, and it was my regret that I hadn't been able to participate. But I can't let my future share that regret.

Whether alive in the world of the living or dead in the world of the dead, the passage of time is eternal. None of us can compete with time.

Therefore, it was more important to plan how to live on in the future, or how to live on after death.

It was as if she couldn't stay by his side, something like regret was enough for once. Any more and it wouldn't be good.

The man smiled and gently removed my arm from his shoulder. I was hidden in his shadow and could only see his tall back.

Zi Sang He stood up and walked to the door and opened it. Everything that had been blocked by the door immediately fell into my line of sight in that gloomy light.

"Alright." "No," he said.

When the atmosphere reached this point, it was still charming and warm, causing people to feel that these two couples who had fallen in love should have it.

However, the next second, the beautiful atmosphere was broken by Sang Shen's next sentence, "Since you like me so much, I will reluctantly bring you along with me whatever good fortune comes along. I'm going to take you to see a play! "

"This really spoils the atmosphere."

I gouged him in the back of Zishan's skull. He looked at the door through the crack beside him.

I finally saw through it. In the future, I must think about what I want to say to him. Otherwise, if he were to reply with any random, infuriating words, I would feel like I had said them in vain!

Eh? But then again, while we were in the room, it was so quiet outside that we didn't even talk.