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"To die together...I never thought it would end like this..." Li Zhongxiu murmured as he looked at the burning Qiansi Hall. "This is fine... no, this is the best." Mei Zhaoxue said flatly. Li Zhongxiu looked down at the puppet in her arms: "Is this puppet unintentional? I saw him hugging him when I was a child." "When I was a child?" Mei Zhaoxue raised her head. "Yeah, when I was young..." Li Zhongxiu sighed softly, "At that time, he was not very social, and he hugged this puppet everywhere all day long, as if it was his clone." "What are you?" people?"

"Barely speaking, I can be regarded as Wuxin's older brother, of course he is a half-brother." Li Zhongxiu said calmly, "But Wuxin's background is not good, and his name has not been written in the genealogy." "Then you are..." "I want to see the place where Wuxin died..." Li Zhongxiu looked around, and under the agitation of the strong wind, the flames had spread along the tung oiled corridor in all directions, and more and more buildings had turned into blazing torches, "Of course , I also want to know the reason for Wuxin's death. I thought he was murdered. The funny thing is that Cao Zhong actually thought that Tianjimen would be interested in things like chiming bells... ..."

He smiled and shook his head, then looked at Mei Zhaoxue: "If you have nowhere to go, you might as well go to Tianji Gate. You know, I will be a very good host." Mei Zhaoxue shook her head: "Wuxin is here, I will not leave him." Li Zhongxiu was silent for a moment, with an elegant smile on his face: "In this case, may God bless you, madam." As he spoke, he raised his hand and made a sign of the cross on his chest.After taking a deep look at Mei Zhaoxue, he turned around decisively and left. Not far away, Zhuo Anjie was looking at the burning Qiansi Hall in a trance. "Senior sister, what are you thinking?" Yun Jisang asked in a low voice.

"Don't you think it's strange? The power of Da Hei Tian is so powerful that none of us were injured." Zhuo Anjie said quietly, "Maybe the one who was really hurt was Xiao Quan all along." "Don't think too much, Senior Sister, maybe this is the best ending for him." For the first time, Yun Jisang realized that her consolation was so clumsy. "It's just maybe, isn't it?" Zhuo Anjie smiled sadly. "Maybe it can only be 'maybe'..." A low sigh drifted in the wind, Yun Jisang looked blankly, "I've been thinking about Ouyang Talun's words. Maybe we are really just characters in some books, maybe we really are They are like puppets, they can only let others manipulate their own destiny, without any freedom..."

"So what?" Zhuo Anjie held his hand, and when they were held together, they were always so warm. "Even if we are the characters in the book, we also have our own souls. Just like Xiaoquan, although drugs can destroy his intelligence, they cannot take away his heart. As long as his heart is still beating, he is not A puppet, never was." "Yeah, as long as the heart is still beating..." Yun Jisang gently held her hand back, "We have our own souls." "Xifu—Xigu—" Ming Huan's voice sounded like a silver bell in the distance. Yun Jisang looked up and saw Luo Jiankong's wooden ox walking slowly.The little girl was riding on the back of the bull, and was waving her little hand vigorously at him.

A comfortable smile appeared on Yun Jisang's face, and he softly whispered to Zhuo Anjie: "Let's go, senior sister, let's leave this crazy place." Zhuo Anjie nodded, and walked towards Ming Huan side by side with him, towards the warm laughter and innocence. The wind finally died down. With the first white belly appearing in the sky, the fire that had been burning all night was gradually extinguished. Mei Zhaoxue hugged the puppet and sat quietly in front of the ruins of Qiansi Hall.The puppet in his arms was the same as three years ago, still wearing the gorgeous brocade robe, long black hair, and face without facial features, quietly staring at the ruins, as if thinking about something.

The scorched wood made a slight crackling sound, and the remaining sparks floated past her eyes lightly. Is that a spark of memory? Her eyes flickered, vaguely returning to that windy night. On that night, she weeping and wielding an iron hoe, dug up the grave of her sweetheart, and stole his bones and beloved puppet.The reason is to let him return to his side. Yes, he is by his side now.Although it has been unintentional, although it is already a cup of white ashes.But after all, from today onwards, she can finally be with him for real. Gently stroking the puppet in her arms, a happy smile appeared on her face.

In his arms, the puppet's little finger hooked gently, as if he was completing an unfinished agreement.