Chapter 830 A Sad Dream
But the moment everyone thought she was going to bump into Bailiyu.
Her eyes were forced to glance at the head in his arms, and her frantic movements stopped at the next moment.
She tilted her head and stared at the head.
The emotions hidden in his eyes seemed to be fear, confusion and doubt.
This was clearly not the face she was waiting for, there was nothing to be afraid of...
Yin Baishuang, who was thinking like this, took a few steps back, her eyes becoming more frightened and resentful.
She has seen thousands of people with hair like his and eyes like his, but none of them have his face.
The same thing happened with this face, but she couldn't calm down.
She raised her gaze stiffly, looked at the pale Bailiyu, and said "feed" to him in a numb voice.
Her voice sounded anxious and impatient: "What are you doing holding the head of a corpse demon? He is not your son."
She said that the head was not Bailiyu's son. , but his men snatched the head from his arms very quickly and gently.
At the same time, her tears poured out uncontrollably like water that had been simmering for a long time.
She hugged the head and cried silently, laughed loudly and wildly, and staggered back a few steps.
The old black jade tether around his waist broke apart and fell to the ground, with a corner broken, and the jade surface was covered with cracks that could never be healed.
With the crisp sound of jade breaking, her spine fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment as if it had been cruelly bent by life.
She laughed frantically, with tears rolling down her face. She held her head and rolled and crawled in the snow to Yin Dufeng's side.
She raised an unconscious hand and tugged at the hem of his clothes, with a somewhat pitiful request in her voice: "Daddy, where is my Qiankun Bag?"
Yin Dufeng saw his daughter looking so crazy, listened to what she just said, and finally combined with Bailiyu's dead look, he finally guessed the truth.
Of course he knew that the Qiankun bag she asked him for was the one she abandoned two hundred years ago and was picked up by him.
She resolutely abandoned the old things, but did not stop him from picking them up.
In the past two hundred years, she has been with him and never left him. She knew it, but she always pretended not to know.
Yin Dufeng's nose felt sore. He didn't know what his daughter wanted with that useless old thing.
Just seeing her like this, I felt so distressed that I dared to do anything wrong.
He quickly took out the Qiankun bag and handed it to her.
Yin Baishuang seemed not to notice the blurry tears on her face at all.
She smiled happily, giggling like an innocent girl. She happily took the Qiankun pouch and pulled out a bright red dress.
The dress and her wedding dress were originally a pair.
Two hundred years ago, when she was catching the pig demon in Beiliao Town, she passed through it together with her boy on the night of their fake marriage.
It was just that when she was young, she never expected that she would miss her entire life in just a few short moments.
On the cold lantern paper, the pear blossoms are cool in the rain, and I am waiting for another year of wind and snow.
Waiting for the flowers of a tree to bloom, and hoping for the return of an old friend whose leaves have fallen.
It’s just that the leaves have not fallen, but the person has not returned. Looking back at the time, it turns out that the pot and the cup are all home-brewed bitter wine. In the end, I spent the Spring and Autumn Period alone.
The red dress was old, but extremely clean and spotless. Not a single piece of wind or snow fell on it in her hands.
She lay on the ground and spread her red coat flat on the ground. The young man's cold head was gently placed on it.
Yin Baishuang lowered her head, lightly touched his cheek with her fingers, and then shrank back as if frightened, her tone numb and confused:
"How could it be so cold, how could it be so cold... "
She murmured nervously, and the people around her had extremely complicated expressions. They looked at her and began to clean the blood on his face and the frost and snow in his hair very gently and seriously.
After tidying up, she tied a young man's high ponytail for him.
She tore off a piece of her red dress and tied it in her hair.
The bright red headband could not alleviate the pale and cold look on his face.
Yin Baishuang didn't care at all. She pricked her fingertips, put red makeup on her lips, and giggled. He leaned over and wrapped his coat heavily, leaving only a pair of dark, closed eyebrows outside.
She whispered his name, gently held him in her arms, and pressed her cheek against his forehead: "It won't be cold anymore, so it won't be cold anymore, and then Xiao An won't be cold anymore." It's cold..."
The sky and the earth are clear with frost, and a red dress is like a funeral dress.
She sat on the ground, holding her head and murmuring, like an old friend who was looking forward to returning, telling endless lingering feelings.
She said: "Xiao An, I received the pendant you gave me. It's very beautiful. I'll show it to you when you wake up."
"Beiliao Town has made new mud again. Wine, you are afraid of bitterness. I heard that the winemaker in the town has changed the recipe and the new wine is good for the throat. We can have a taste together."
She told the most ordinary words, empty and sad. There was a trace of self-woven fantasy in his eyes.
It was as if the person in her arms was really just listening to her nagging quietly in her sleep.
The tears rolling down from her eyes wetted his cheeks, and Yin Baishuang only belatedly noticed the wet marks on her face.
I was instantly pulled into the cold reality.
The cold, moist touch on her face cruelly told her why she was crying.
Her voice, so calm and almost eerie, finally broke down and choked with sobs.
At this moment she was completely 'awake', but she was holding back and forcing herself not to 'collapse'.
Because she seemed to know that once she collapsed, it would be as if she had accepted a cruel fact.
She did not accept this fact. She wanted to escape and hide in the dream she had made for herself.
She simply cried loudly, as if she wanted to cry out all her sadness and despair. There was a strange accusation and grievance in her mournful tone.
"Xiao An, the birthday you gave me was not good at all. When you were away, it was very disobedient and very fierce. It bit me, and my hands were covered with blood. It hurt... very much It hurts.”
“So you can calm me down after some sleep? If you calm me down, I won’t be angry anymore.”
"Who told me... to like you so much."
"Xiaoshuang..." Yin Dufeng's eyes were full of pain and unbearability, and his rough face couldn't help but reveal a look of melancholy.
The Thirteen Swordsmen were already shocked out of their minds.
The younger junior brother turned out to be the son of the sect master, their young master, the person Su Jing and Yin Baishuang fell in love with two hundred years ago? !
No matter how their young master turned into a corpse demon, how could he end up like this if he had a well-planned, well-organized and well-organized plan? !
Bailiyu was obviously crazy. He shouted angrily that he wanted to record the time, but no one offered it, not even the head that was a treasure in his arms was gone.
He glared at Yin Baishuang angrily: "What are you doing! Give him back to me?!"
He stepped forward and grabbed Yin Baishuang's arm, tearing it apart.
The peace and tranquility on Yin Baishuang's body was instantly broken, and she screamed at him like a crazy woman.
"Get away! Get away! I won't let you touch Xiao An! He doesn't like you! Go away!
You're going to hit him again! We have to force him to endorse again! Not for you! He is mine! Don't you think of taking him away from me! "
Bailiyu was furious. Without any thought, he turned his hand and concentrated his murderous intent, and was about to slash at Yin Baishuang's Tianling Cap.
Everyone was suddenly shocked and changed their expressions. , Yin Dufeng’s hair stood on end, and his eyes were about to burst!
“Do you want Guangyin Lu, Master Baili? ”
What made Bailiyu suddenly calm down was a cold and temperatureless voice.
Su Jing didn't know when he got up from the ground.
Her eyes were dull, and her whole body smelled of insensitivity.
But compared to Yin Baishuang, she is surprisingly calm, clear-minded and organized.
"Then please ask Palace Master Yin to use Bai Zi's power to go to Dao Pavilion. By coincidence, I also want to see what happened."
In this case After a huge change in her hometown, she was still able to find the truth of the matter so calmly.
It's just that this calmness seems to be a little too calm.
The status of her and Yin Baishuang can be said to be two extremes at the moment.
(End of this chapter)