Xu Ye listened in a daze. "Little Master, what did you mean by that last sentence?"
Mingkong's smile froze on his face.
Mingkong said, "I ate raw cabbage yesterday. It tasted pretty good. Are you hungry?"
He'd actually changed the subject! And so awkwardly, too!
He Zhizhou finally understood. Although Mingkong looked like a literary young man, he actually knew next to nothing about Buddhist texts. When he occasionally quoted chapter and verse, he was just picking out lines he remembered. He didn't have the faintest idea what they meant.
The version of himself from three seconds ago, who'd thought Mingkong was kind of handsome, had been such a fool. Really.
"This won't do."
Xu Ye gripped the long sword at his waist, his brows knitted tight. "I've already made a plan. When the Vajra Barrier breaks, I'll charge out first and draw the Mystic Bird's full attention. You can escape while it's distracted. Don't worry about me."
After speaking, he took a deep breath and handed He Zhizhou something.
It was a sheet of white paper, folded up. On the outermost layer, a few large, flamboyant characters read: Tenth Draft of the Last Will.
Below them was another line of tiny writing, equally illegible:
Senior Sister Su, don't be sad. Even though I'm dead, I'll always be by your side. When you're lonely in the middle of the night, look behind you. Maybe you'll see my shadow keeping you company.
He Zhizhou: ...
Wasn't that basically saying, "I won't let you off even as a ghost"? How much did this guy hate Senior Sister Su to still be telling her ghost stories on his deathbed?
He Zhizhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He accepted the last will with a complicated expression, then suddenly heard Mingkong say, "You