Chapter 131 Xu Chen·Extra
When we first met, there was nothing strange about him.
I was just a little curious when she suddenly disappeared in front of my eyes.
Probably not an ordinary person.
Never seen it before.
It felt a little cute to hear her correcting her name to herself in a serious manner.
Awu.
He did not expect that these two words would be engraved into his life bit by bit, stroke by stroke.
It can never be erased or forgotten.
After getting along with her for a long time, you will unconsciously care about what she likes and dislikes.
When you see her in a bad mood, you will feel irritable inside.
Be happy about what you like, worry about what you are worried about.
I like it, that’s how it feels.
He remembered that she once told him a story.
A story about a fox demon and a monk.
After telling the story, she asked herself: "What do you think would happen to you if you were that little monk and the fox died?"
What was his answer then?
He said: "The young monk doesn't know."
Later, he knew it, and it was painful to realize.
When the ginkgo tree fell, his world seemed to collapse with it.
The abbot said, "Killing?"
He had indeed already committed the crime.
The time he was injured in the palace, he had the only nightmare in his life.
That was the memory he least wanted to remember.
In a dream——
The wind blew the bride's red hijab.
Even though the bride had quick eyes and quick hands and caught the hijab in time, he still saw the delicate face under the bright red hijab.
That was clearly A Wu.
At that moment, he felt like his breath was stagnant.
Feeling vaguely out of control.
The people around him suddenly froze, but he didn't care about these abnormalities.
Just like this, he walked step by step in front of the bride, and he reached out and lifted her red hijab, revealing her charming face.
When the girl saw him, she was startled and then relaxed and smiled, "It's you, Xu Chen."
Xu Chen lowered his eyes and stared into her eyes, and asked gently, word for word: "Awu, why do you want to marry, why do you want to marry the prince?"
"Why do you ask? Because I like him. I am very happy to marry Zijin."
His hands grasped her hijab tightly, almost crumbling into a ball, and his thoughts were occupied by an unknown dark emotion.
She said, because she likes...Xu Chen seemed to be burned by this word, and his heart skipped a beat.
In a daze, he watched her smile and put the red hijab back on, watched her get on the sedan chair, and watched her being led into the hall by the groom...
He thought he could control himself.
As long as Awu is happy.
However, there was a voice in his head that haunted him like a nightmare.
"Grab her, snatch her, snatch her, she's yours... snatch her."
When the bride and groom were about to pay their respects, a black sharp blade passed between them.
The two of them quickly ran away.
Everyone was shocked.
Not far away, the monk whose whole body exuded black energy had red eyes.
"Xu Chen?!" The prince frowned.
Xu Chen looked at the astonished bride and showed a gentle smile, "Awu, can I take you home? Come here."
Looking into his sad eyes, the girl couldn't help but take a step forward.
But the prince grabbed his wrist: "Don't go there, he will hurt you!"
"Come here, Awu...please."
For a moment, she was in a dilemma.
Seeing the prince blocking A Wu's path, he clenched his fists and slowly raised a bloodthirsty smile on his lips.
This person is really an eyesore.
Condensing the black energy into a sword, he raised it and penetrated the prince's chest directly.
The surrounding guests were in chaos.
The girl looked at him in disbelief.
He saw fear, sadness, and... endless hatred in her eyes.
She said: "Xuchen, I hate you!"
I hate you, I hate you...
He couldn't remember what happened after that.
The moment he woke up from the dream, he knew clearly that it was just a dream.
However, the unspeakable grief and panic still remain in my heart.
He found that there was nothing that made him more panicked than losing A Wu.
That day, in the kitchen, the abbot asked him: "Xuchen, you were once only one step away from achieving the righteous fruition. Do you regret giving up now?"
Looking at the smart and lively woman under the ginkgo tree outside the window, he smiled and whispered: "If she goes to the Buddha, I will be merciful. I will have no regrets in this life."
There are strings and leaves in my heart, carrying me into the world of mortals.
I don't want to betray her, I would rather abandon all sentient beings in the Dharma.
(End of chapter)