The Protagonist Just Wants To Falling In Love - Chap 873
Fortunately, the wing room is not small, so it won’t be too crowded for two people in it. There is a bed inside with neat bedding and wide enough to sleep two people.
The reason why he chose to take the spaceship was to help Chu Shun recover from his injuries on the way.
The ship started and flew into the air. It swayed a few times. Ling Yugeng stood by the window in a strange way. Chu Shun was meditating beside him. Ling Yugeng glanced at him and vaguely felt that something was wrong.
It seems that compared to the two of them, he is more like the person who got on the spaceship for the first time, although it is indeed the first time.
But Chu Shun didn’t seem to have the curiosity that he should have at this age.
Chu Shun seemed to notice his gaze, opened his eyes, and looked towards him. Ling Yugeng turned away and sat down cross-legged on the couch next to the window.
From day to night, the moonlight penetrated through the window. Ling Yugeng was absorbing the essence of the sun and moon by the window, and he had not moved since the afternoon.
There was no candlelight in the room, but the man was sitting under the window, and all the moonlight fell on his moonlight robe. His stern face was bright and clean, and his expression was light, as if he was about to become a fairy.
Chu Shun got up from the bed and walked to the man.
He raised his hand and reached for Ling Yugeng’s neck.
Ling Yugeng suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed his wrist.
He hooked the young man’s thin waist and held his hands behind his back. After seeing the person in front of him clearly and confirming that it was Chu Shun, he let go.
Is it an illusion?
Just now he always felt as if someone was trying to disturb his fragile data.
”Master…” Chu Shun grabbed his collar to steady himself, and looked up at him with a thin face.
Ling Yugeng lowered his eyes: “Well – was that you?”
Chu Shun nodded and said, “I just want to ask Master, do you want to go to bed and sleep?”
”I’m sleeping, where are you sleeping?”
”I… …I can meditate.”
He is such a good disciple who knows how to respect his master.
”No need.” Ling Yugeng said in a cold voice, “Go to bed.” ”
Master, if you don’t mind, let’s sleep together.” Chu Shun pulled his sleeves and looked at him with a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes. The collar of his clothes was messy, and his collarbone was Half of it is exposed.
”Sleep together” was a high-risk word for Ling Yugeng. He rejected Chu Shun: “It doesn’t matter if you don’t need to fall asleep to practice. There are still several days of journey to go, so you should rest early.”
Chu Shun was disappointed from him. He stood up, straightened his messy clothes, turned around, and lay back on the bed, his figure shrouded in darkness.
The boat occasionally swayed, and the room was silent.
Ling Yugeng closed his eyes. The fuzzy feeling hadn’t gone away yet. He felt weird in his heart. Before he could sort out his thoughts, he heard the rustling movement over there, so he raised his eyes and stared over.
”Can’t sleep?” Ling Yugeng asked.
”Yeah.” Chu Shun rested his arm on his head.
”But you’re not used to being away from home?”
”I’m scared.” Chu Shun whispered.
”What are you afraid of?”
Chu Shun casually mentioned the human-skinned ghost cultivator yesterday.
Over there, Ling Yugeng looked sideways out of the window. For a long time, he asked, “Do you want to hear a story?”
Chu Shun said, “Master, can you tell stories?”
”You’ll know how to do it if you read enough.” Ling Yugeng said.
Chu Shun wanted to listen, so Ling Yugeng started talking, “Once upon a time, there was a big house. The wife of the house hosted a banquet for the guests, but then the wife died.” This turn of events was so sudden that Chu
Shun could not react for a moment.
”The suspects include the cook, the maid, the housekeeper…”
Chu Shun initially thought it was a story about slaying demons, but when Ling Yugeng laid out the story line in front of him, he discovered that the participants were all human beings.
”Who do you think killed the madam?”
”The housekeeper?”
”The cook.” Ling Yugeng said, “Trapped by love, born of love and hatred. The most terrifying thing in the world is the human heart.”
Chu Shun lost his voice, and Ling Yugeng thought he was asleep. , he closed his eyes and continued to meditate.
In the night, Chu Shun half-closed his eyes and looked at the man on the other side of the window. The contours of his profile were blurred by the moonlight, and his body was filled with fairy energy. In this hazy night, it seemed that he would disappear at any time.
I’m worried that he won’t be used to being away from home, and I’m worried that what happened last night will leave a shadow on him, so why don’t you tell him a story?
He doesn’t seem to be good at telling stories at all, and the ups and downs of the plot become dull as he tells them.
He looks cold and hard, but his heart is unexpectedly soft.
After spending the past few days together, it was difficult for Chu Shun to describe his feelings for the man.
——But the man said something wrong before.
He was not afraid of the human skin. He was used to such scenes. He had even seen scenes more terrifying than this.
In the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and blood is raining down.
He didn’t understand, everything was obviously moving towards memory – why such a change occurred.
The index finger of his other hand touched the quilt lightly, scratched it a few times, and wrote the name of the person.
Chu family, Jianzong… Hehuanzong, Ling Yugeng.
Each one of them is a distant past for him.
…that’s how it should be.
But just a few days ago, when he opened his eyes, he found that he was back when he was a teenager.
This is before everything has even begun.
It’s like… waking up from a big dream.
The man became completely different.
He originally thought that men had memories of the future just like him, but it seemed that was not the case now. No matter how much a person could disguise himself, how could he completely disguise himself as another person.
…who is he?
