Dust and Ember Song

Chapter 128 Mu Wan Drunk Red Makeup

Ji Feng once entered the underground palace at night and asked the woman named Wan Mu if she wanted to return home.

The woman half-lyed in the banquet, with a smile that was not a smile, and the cup was the wine of the devil world, jade brewing.Looking at the hazy moonlight, she said slowly, without knowing her emotions or anger, if your hometown was a wild hellish place, would you want to go back?

How could it be a wild hell?In the Five Realms, there is a place called Wild Hell, which is full of poisons that bite the flesh and linger the soul. For those imprisoned there, the only way to escape is death.

Everyone can step on me, make love to me, and even strip off my clothes, and ask me to beg for mercy before they are willing to return me... Such a place, you say, is it a wild hell?

Why not escape?He felt sorry for what happened to her, and couldn't believe that there was such a shameless and filthy place in the world.

Not everyone has the magic power to protect themselves. Banshees like us, who are destined to become human, are humiliated and trampled because of our weak magic power... Those banshees who escaped were cut in half and eaten alive Fall, how dare I escape?
After she finished speaking, she covered her face and drank the glass of wine, then slammed the glass on the table.

Do you think, since you are all burdened with such humiliation, why don't you commit suicide...Even a banshee must respect chastity...

Don't hurt yourself, the shards are sharp.He exerted his mana, and the fragments of the broken wine glass dissipated in an instant.

In life, as long as you don't violate your sincerity, why should you care about gossip, why should you hurt yourself because of other people's faults.

Wan Mu stood up and saw this strange man, who seemed to be about the same age as her, dressed in plain clothes, gentle and handsome.

Don't you think I'm dirty... Her words contained anxiety, expectation, and melancholy.

It is someone else who is stained with blood, your eyes are clear, why are they dirty.

You are right, there is blood in the hand, and dust is in the heart when seeing everything, such a person has no heart.

I'm bothering you, I should go.After Ji Feng said that, he made a salute, intending to make the mana go away.

Wan Mu behind him, Rou Yi in the lotus-coloured clothes, grabbed him.

Stay and stay with me, okay?

This place is not a place where I can stay forever.

You are a good person, you are willing to help me leave, and you don't call me that mocking little lady...

So, who are you?
Ji Feng was silent, how dare he tell the woman that his father was the culprit who ordered to go to the demon world to tie up a pretty girl in exchange for a night pearl.And he watched the woman in the demon world imprisoned in a cage like an object for people to play with.

In fact, if you don't tell me, I also know that you are the son of Mo Zun, Ji Feng.She didn't have any hatred, but was calm.

You...don't hate me?

It is your father who is unkind, not you who are unrighteous, as you said, it is others who are bloodied... I don't hate anyone a long time ago... I just want to love, to love everything that is worthy of my love.

He was still guilty, waiting for her to scold him.

Suddenly, she hugged him, whispering in his arms, my name is Wanmu, people say that it is not a good omen, but I feel that my whole life is just struggling to survive in the dark... Have you ever heard that poem, the gentleman returns at dusk, lightly drunk and red makeup.

He was in a daze, as if he heard A Niang reciting the poem that also started with the word "暮".

Mu Yujun is in charge, the wind stops and the flowers fall deep.

The concubine is going away with her son today, and returns to sleep after the full moon.

Which woman in the world does not pray, meet a good husband, enjoy the scenery of the four seasons, share the white head of the world, and return to the gentle hometown...

Wan Mu is a good name.Ji Feng took a step back, rejecting her lingering friendship.

She smiled sweetly, you don't have anyone you like yet, do you?Look how shy you are.

Since you feel that you owe me something, do you have a way to repay it?
Ji Feng raised his eyes, he didn't know how to answer, he could only salute according to the rules, I am ashamed of you, please forgive me.

She was waving a round fan, circling Ji Feng, weak and boneless, if you stay with me for one night, I will forgive you for your innocence.

He consciously pushed her away, causing her to fall down, moaning in pain, lying on the mat, unable to stand up.

Are you all right?He asked with pity, annoyed that he had done too much.

I saw her flicking away the round fan that painted the light shadow of Han Ou, her wide sleeves fluttered like falling flowers, she turned over and suppressed Ji Feng in the banquet, just a few steps away from him.

Are you hurt... He didn't blame her for such transgression, but worried about whether she was hurt or not.

She kissed his lips lightly, but he didn't respond.

The kiss became more affectionate, and she wanted to melt his heart that had not yet understood the love between men and women.

But he still ruthlessly pushed her fair shoulders gently, I don't understand what you mean?
don't you want me

What do you want?He was very puzzled, why he gave himself to a stranger.

Since you don't want me, why did you come to disturb my heart...

I……

You go... Tonight, I will tell you a truth.She picked up the slipped clothes and covered her mess.

What's the point?
If you can't protect a person's heart, don't help her.Don't let her get a little hope, but become more and more desperate.

The woman's words were like shackles, locking up his unrestrained enthusiasm.

Before those people are about to be punished, can he really protect their hearts... If he can't, then don't do anything, don't give others hope, and let others despair.

How can he have any mana in the three realms, but he is just a little son of the devil realm.

Tonight, he seemed to have aged a thousand years when he heard the plan of the God of Pu'an and the Demon Lord in the heaven.

Wan Mu, if you were you, how would you face these things?He thought of that woman, and began to taste what she said, the difficulty of struggling to survive in the dark night.

The storm is about to come, there is a sea of ​​hatred and resentment, who can protect a sincere heart...

When he saw her again, she was dying.

He gave her his arms and asked if he was leaving...

Yes, I'm leaving. After so many years, it's time to go back to my hometown.She leaned in his arms with a weak tone.

When people go all the way, they always have to return to their hometown.

You know, he hasn't been here for a long time, and I can't wait for him.

Under the Xuan window, there is a bonsai, which blooms so beautifully and sadly like a humble heart imprisoned.

Perhaps the sixth prince was delayed by something...why not wait any longer.Ji Feng only felt the mist on his chest, which made his heart ache from the cold.

Such a person, I have loved so seriously, and there is nothing I can do anymore.

When I saw the stalk in the evening, I thought about the good poems in the world. The stalk came out of the mud, and the beauty washed away the lead... The lead is easy to wash, but the husband is hard to find.After so many years, he may have grown disgusted with the banshee's body.

Didn't it mean that you have to struggle in the dark and live well...

Sitting on the couch, she looked at Ji Feng with a sad face in front of her, and said indifferently, I have struggled and lived for myself, and I have no regrets.

Don't regret it either... She embraced him and comforted him like a close friend who had known him for many years.

I always remember what you said, if you can't protect a person's heart, don't give hope.

Enduring the pain, Wan Mu said with a smile, it is easy to give people hope, but what is valuable is to keep this hope alive.

Ji Feng, no matter what you do, you must not regret it, and you can live well with a clear heart.

Wan Mu, I promise you...you promise me too, live a good life, okay?

I'm sorry...Ji Feng...When the grass and trees have their own time, people also have their own time to return.She let go of his hand, without a trace of remembrance, I have already passed this life, and you still have a long time to come... If I have reincarnation...

She shattered like a broken flower, fell into his palm, and disappeared quickly.

Ji Feng, I was born in hell, but I passed through that darkness and came to you.I tried my best to love someone, and he once said that he loves me... But, there is no perfect love, and I have no regrets.

If I have reincarnation, I want to be a mortal, like that poem in the world.

When it was getting late, the gentleman returned home, opened the altar of old wine, drank a few cups together, and slept together...

May you protect your heart and get this good fate.

(End of this chapter)