"Do you think what he said is credible?"
Chu Ci asked tentatively as he walked.
"Not credible."
Ye Qingzhou explained in a low voice, "Things like fate and destiny exist if you believe them, and if you don't believe them, they don't exist. He must have seen the relationship between the two of us, so he deliberately said those words to make us happy."
"...too."
Chu Ci thinks what Ye Qingzhou said makes sense.
Who can clearly explain such a thing as fate?
What's more, he has the memory of his previous life. There is no such person as "Ye Qingzhou" in his memory. He and Ye Qingzhou have never met in the previous life, so how can they talk about "love"?
It can be seen that most of the monks' words are lies.
He probably saw his relationship with Ye Qingzhou, so he said this deliberately to make them both happy.
After all, who of the lovers who come to hang a lock of love under this marriage tree doesn't want to be with their sweetheart for a long time?
Thinking of this, Chu Ci put the matter behind him. He and Ye Qingzhou walked under the marriage tree, found a free place, and hung up the concentric lock.
The moment the concentric lock was hung, the monk's words flashed through Chu Ci's mind. He only felt that he had a splitting headache, and some broken and scattered pictures flashed through his mind.
Chu Ci almost fell to the ground.
The first scene is in the Star Palace.
Wu Zhou was carving something seriously with his eyes lowered when the guards hurried in, and then Chu Ci heard a familiar name...
That was the day Chu Ci died in battle.
Chu Ci saw Wu Zhou stunned for a few seconds, and then he fell to the ground blankly, as if he had lost his mind.
The screen then changed, and the protagonist was still Wu Zhou.
It's just that Wu Zhou's face became much paler, and his body became thinner and thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye. The food on the table changed one after another, but he never took a bite.
This is what Chu Ci is most worried about.
Wu Zhou had a good relationship with him. When he heard the news of his death, he would definitely be so sad that he couldn't eat anything. But Chu Ci originally thought that if these days lasted for three or five days at most, Wu Zhou would be able to eat normally. It seems that he still underestimated Wu Zhou's stubbornness.
Judging from his appearance, he hasn't eaten for at least a month.
Chu Ci felt a little distressed and wanted to touch Wu Zhou's cheek, but who knew that his fingers penetrated him directly.
Chu Ci is now in a spiritual state, and the scenes he sees are things that have already happened and cannot be changed, so naturally he cannot touch Wu Zhou's body.
He saw Wu Zhou and walked to a coffin.
The coffin is made of thousands of years of ice. Putting the body in it will slow down his aging.
Chu Ci follows Wu Zhou in the form of a soul.
He was originally curious about who was inside the coffin, but as the distance gradually got closer, Chu Ci finally saw clearly that there was a very familiar face inside the coffin.
The coffin contained his body!!!
The body of "Chu Ci" was wiped clean by Wu Zhou. There was no trace of dust on his cheeks. He was wearing pure white clothes and his eyes were tightly closed. This peaceful appearance did not look like death, but rather like he was asleep.
"Master..."
Chu Ci saw Wu Zhou holding "Chu Ci"'s hand and placing it on his cheek affectionately. Like a well-behaved cat, he kept stroking "Chu Ci"'s hand with his cheek.
Seeing this, Chu Ci still thinks there is no problem.
After all, he and Wu Zhou have a profound "master-disciple relationship", and Wu Zhou is his most beloved disciple, so it is normal that he cannot accept his death for a while.
It seems that his love for this apprentice Wu Zhou was not in vain.
Thinking of this, Chu Ci nodded with satisfaction, but the next second, he didn't know what he saw. His pupils shrank, and his whole figure was frightened. He took a few steps back. Due to the unstable gravity, he fell directly to the ground.
However, because Chu Ci is in the soul state now, he does not feel pain. But even if he feels pain now, Chu Ci is not in the mood to care... After all, all he can think about now is Wu Zhou's actions just now.
He... he actually... kissed his own hand!
Even if there is a "master-disciple" status between him and him, we can't do it ourselves, right? This kind of behavior is obviously unreasonable!
Is this Wu Zhou's unique way of relieving grief? But isn't this method too strange?
Chu Ci subconsciously wanted to find a reason for Wu Zhou, but found that any reason was lame. After all, normal masters and disciples would not touch each other.
What's more, Wu Zhou is kissing a corpse!
Even if the thousand-year ice can prevent the body from rotting and emitting a strange smell, this is indeed a real, non-breathing corpse!
Chu Ci feels that his thoughts are a little confused.
"... What's wrong with you?"
Ye Qingzhou noticed something strange about Chu Ci. He quickly stretched out his fingers to support him and said anxiously, "Are you feeling comfortable somewhere? Do you need me to take you to see it?"
Chu Ci opened his mouth to reply Ye Qingzhou, but his head hurt so much, and the pictures flashing in his mind were too real. For a moment, he couldn't even tell whether Ye Qingzhou was a real person or a character in a dream.
Ye Qingzhou touched Chu Ci's head.
Not hot.
It doesn't seem to be a fever.
But the expression on his face was too painful, as if he was going through some kind of ordeal. Ye Qingzhou felt distressed and at a loss, so he could only keep holding Chu Ci's fingers, hoping to give Chu Ci some strength through this clumsy way.
While Chu Ci was half asleep and half awake, he felt the smell that belonged to Ye Qingzhou coming from the palm of his hand. His breathing gradually became calmer. He sorted out his chaotic thoughts and reluctantly convinced himself with the reason "Wu Zhou was just too sad to do this".
After mentally building himself up in this way, he raised his eyes again and looked in the direction of Wu Zhou.
Who knew that the picture I saw this time was even more surprising.
I saw Wu Zhou gradually approaching in the direction of "Chu Ci", and then gently pressed a kiss on his forehead.
Chu Ci:"?!"
Not... you... me... this...
He lost the ability to organize language and could only watch Wu Zhou's movements blankly.
After kissing "Chu Ci"'s forehead, Wu Zhou still did not stop his movements, but continued to kiss "Chu Ci"'s eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks... and pale, bloodless lips.
If Wu Zhou's kisses on the back of his hand and forehead can still be explained by the "relationship between master and apprentice", then the "between the eyebrows", "eyes", "nose", "cheeks" and "lips" he kissed next have completely transcended the relationship between master and apprentice.