Stunning at Every Step: Sheng Chong Ghost Princess

Chapter 485 One ghost and one puppet

The disc is the moon hanging in the night sky, full of stars.

Hou Xiri, dressed in a plain white robe, sat on the roof next to a motionless puppet. The puppet still looked the same 19 years ago. The only difference was that the messy short hair was taken care of by Hou Xiday every day. tidy.

The clothes on her body are clean and soft. Knowing that the spirit puppet does not perceive warmth or cold, she still wears clothes that suit the season, as if she would be cold if she didn't wear them.

Hou Xiri, who has always been reticent, put a bamboo flute in front of the doll who had no eyesight and focus: "Mingyue, do you still remember this bamboo flute? You and I stayed in Kongsang 40 years ago. I used this I played the flute for you, and it was originally intended to be given to you when you came back from the Demon Refining Pool, but it was never sent out afterward."

The puppet didn't move, only her soft hair fluttered slightly when the night wind blew.

Hou Xizhou stretched out his hand to smooth it out: "Mingyue thinks I'm long-winded again? I've said this many times, haven't I?"

It seems to have been said many times.

The little puppet looked at the front with gloomy eyes, completely unresponsive, as if it was just an ordinary puppet.

But he seemed to feel that Mingyue was really by his side, and chuckled lightly: "Actually, I can hear that Mingyue clearly didn't want the bamboo flute but me that time, although I knew it, but I was still a little disappointed when Mingyue changed her tune. "

"I have said a lot to Mingyue, I said that if you want me, I will give you anything, but..."

Hou Xizhou held the puppet's hand: "Touch here, this bamboo flute was broken by you, and I repaired it with jade, so it is longer than before, and part of the flute has become a jade flute , but the sound should not disappoint Mingyue, you have to listen carefully."

In the evening and evening, put the Xiao to his lips and play it.

A song "The Bright Moon Shines on Zi Yan" is transmitted in the night, the sound of the flute is still as gentle and mellow as before, and the tune is melodious and sad, just like a moonlit night without people.

Like a ghost and a puppet on the roof.

No matter how beautifully the ghost plays, no matter how sad the tune is, no one can hear it.

It's like he told her a lot about the past, but she couldn't feel it.

What flashed past Hou Xiday's eyes was the appearance of Zhao Mingyue taking off his cloak and putting it on him on the snowy night high platform.He passed Zhao Mingyue covering his hands.Zhao Mingyue lay on the bedside and waited for him all night.

In the vast night, the moonlight is cool and thin, the distant mountains are gray and dark, and the sound of the flute is like weeping.

However, the beauty still couldn't hear it.

As soon as the throat changed, the sound of the flute stopped suddenly.

The night was instantly depressed and dead silent.

Hou Xi and Zhou buried his head in his flute for a long time, when he suddenly remembered something, Brick said to the puppet: "No, I didn't cry, I know you are by my side, so... I won't cry anymore in my heart. Come here, I will teach Mingyue Blowjob."

He picked up the puppet and placed it in front of him...

Standing outside Yuehua Garden, Du'er and Luanhuang looked at the people on the roof.

Duer asked, "Is it still the same this year?"

Luanhuang's eyes tightened and he sneered: "Why is it like this this year? It's like this every day! As a puppeteer, I suspect that Hou Xizhou is either a lunatic or a fool. He doesn't talk to anyone, except that broken puppet. He talks day and night, and sometimes he laughs like a ghost, oh, of course, he is a ghost, a dead ghost!"

Luanhuang flung his sleeves and left.

I really don't want to think about a ruthless and ruthless person like Hou Xiri, who will live like a playhouse with puppets for 19 years day after day.

A big man, no matter where he goes, he has to carry that lifeless doll on his back.

A high-ranking ghost king who looks down on everything, actually believes in Duer's words, saying that the master is the mirror of the puppet, and the puppet will be like this no matter how the master lives.

Therefore, he eats three meals a day very regularly. Every time he eats, he will have two copies. He will sit the doll opposite and eat at the same table every day.

Every night, I sleep with the puppet outside to absorb the moonlight, and then "wake up" the next day.

A ghost and a puppet read a book together, and he will also turn the pages for the puppet after reading a page, and will not miss every page. What books he reads, what books the puppet reads, and he will talk to her when he sees a certain place .

and many more.

He is like this every day, everything is in place, and he is tireless, which makes Luanhuang feel incredible.Let her think that she is lying, misleading her children, making a normal person go crazy, and living with a puppet for 19 years.

But such a stupid man didn't make her feel ridiculous or sad, but made her feel envious and jealous.

She is a god...even a fallen angel, but she is actually jealous and envious of a lifeless puppet.

How many times have I thought evilly in my heart that the puppet of Lingguang Shenjun will never survive, and will not survive.

Those puppets who were trafficked, adopted and then raised were more or less cast into mana by her, so they became human.Although Yinliang survived without being cast into anyone, it took 200 years to feed him.

The 50 years that outsiders know is what she said casually.

So Lingguang Shenjun's puppet also exerts any supernatural powers on everything, a rib of the ghost king, a fragment of the Taiyin godhead, how can it be possible to feed on such stupid actions as Hou Xiri?

Not to mention 19 years, even 160 years will not live.

But Hou Xizhou seemed to be suffering from hallucinations, he must be suffering from hallucinations to treat an occasional like this.

Luanhuang stood still, looking at the figure on the roof of Yuehua Garden...

Hou Xizhou put the flute in the puppet's hand, and pressed her fingers: "I have taught Mingyue fingering many times, and I don't ask Mingyue to know how to do it now, but at least she has to learn how to hold the flute by herself, okay?"

The little puppet sat on the roof between his legs with its head hanging down, and he was holding a flute with its hands folded, and rough carving marks could be seen on the joints of its fingers.

The short hair, because the head is hanging down, the bangs cover the blank eyes, and reveal a thin neck. The skin on the neck is not polished, which is a bit irritating.

"Heh, if Mingyue doesn't refuse, it's a promise. I let go, and Mingyue will take the flute by herself."

Hou Xiri slowly let go of his hand.

As his hand moved away, the puppet's hand dropped unconsciously.

The bamboo flute in his hand rolled out, but Hou Xiri couldn't reach it in time, the bamboo flute rolled down the roof, if he could use spells, he could pick it up in the air, but he can't use ghost spells now.

The bamboo flute got stuck on the tile in front of him, and he couldn't reach it.

"It's okay, Mingyue sits alone for a while, and I'll pick it up."

He picked up the little puppet and put it aside, then went to pick up the bamboo flute.

The puppet lost its support and fell slowly when the wind blew.

When he turned around, he saw the puppet lying on the roof. At that moment, Xi Zhou suddenly felt very sad, not because she was worried about why she still didn't move, but suddenly remembered the scene of Zhao Qi lying in the yard.

What is the difference between puppets and bones at this time?
Hou Xizhou lifted the puppet up, looked at her eyes that would never close all day long, and that sad face, and suddenly couldn't help but hug her into his arms.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

The puppet's sad face was upturned in his arms, and the day and night face mossed her cheek.

"Mingyue, are you here? You are... I know you are."

The tears from the left eye dripped into the puppet's eyes just like they flowed into Zhao Qi's skull that day.

Withered and silent.

But the tears formed a layer of luster ripples in the puppet's gray eyes, the puppet's eyes blinked suddenly, and the bright moon in the sky was reflected in the originally dull eyes.

There is also a side face in the moonlight.

The puppet blinked slowly again.

The focus of the eyes gradually became clear, and the little fingers moved. Although the joints did not look flexible, they could slowly lift up and touch his cheek.

"do not……"

Hou Xiri's body froze suddenly.

He did feel the little hand touch his cheek, and it wasn't through his hand.

He slowly raised his head to look at the puppet, for fear that his movements would disturb her too much.

It's still the same sad face, but... the eyes can meet each other's eyes, and she is trying to speak: "Don't...don't..."

Hou Xi and day didn't dare to breathe, and shouted in his heart: Yes, Mingyue, speak out, it doesn't matter if you slow down.

The puppet choked for a long time.

"Don't...cry..."

Tears streamed down his face in the eve of the day.

Thousands of words and thousands of thoughts came to this moment, but tears came out of her eyes, unable to speak, she could only bury her head in front of her small body, crying choked up.

Knowing Zhao Mingyue for 46 years, waiting for her for 33 years, regretting for 33 years...

No, regret it for 46 years.

Having been with Zhao Mingyue for 13 years, getting together less and leaving more, hurt her more than loving her, harming her more than protecting her, gained everything from her, but lost everything from her.

I spent more than two months with Zhao Qi, and during the period when I lost and found it, I almost used her to comfort myself for 14 years of waiting, and I held it tightly in my hand for fear of being snatched away, but in the end there was no one to support.

Even though his love is so cruel, but...

Mingyue, I am still afraid of losing.

Just because I like you.

Loved it to tears.

It broke our hearts.

Hot tears flowed down the puppet's skin.

The puppet didn't understand why he was crying, but looked over his swaying shoulders to look at the bright moon in the sky, her eyelashes blinked slowly, her eyes were as pure as a baby's.

(End of this chapter)