readsfreenovel Chapter 609 Dream
Chapter 609 Dream
——Lin Ci'an had a long dream.
In his dream, he stood in front of the Demon Locking Tower, watching his senior brother's figure disintegrate in the silver light. He wanted to reach out and grab him, but he only grasped nothingness.
The next second, the dream suddenly collapsed.
——Memories came flooding back.
The blood and fire of Qingshan Town, the blood-stained white clothes of the second senior brother, the scattered light spots in front of the Demon Locking Tower...
...The nine-tailed cat demon wearing a silver mask, standing in a sea of corpses and blood, sneering...
And, this entire year of living with Xuetuan day and night.
Memory is like a knife, cutting open his consciousness inch by inch——
——"Mo Xue."
"Warning! It has been detected that the memory seal of the mission target has been broken, and the blackening value is soaring - 85%, 90%, 97%... Boss, he is about to wake up!"
Chu Ziyu lazily turned over, his three snow-white tails shimmering like pearls in the morning light: "I know, Xiao An is about to wake up, I have to make a loving breakfast."
"..."
The electronic voice of System 6872 was trembling. "Boss, you should flee now! When he wakes up completely, the first thing I will do is stab you in the heart with the Jingzhe Sword!"
"Should I wear less clothes?"
Chu Ziyu licked his paw nonchalantly, "Let him position himself better."
“Is that the point?!”
6872 popped up crazily, and the red alert kept flashing. "Now he will soon remember that you are the enemy who killed his entire town and his senior brother! Red alert! Blackening value 99%——"
Lin Ci'an clenched the quilt fiercely, his knuckles turning white from the force.
Memories came flooding back, each one cutting into his heart like a knife:
The blood and fire in Qingshan Town soared into the sky, the bloodstained white clothes of the second senior brother fluttered in the wind, and the light points in front of the Demon Locking Tower collapsed...
And the nine-tailed cat demon wearing a silver mask, standing in the sea of corpses and blood, sneering.
"Mo Xue..."
The name was squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying with it deep hatred.
But the next second, his palm touched warm fur - a snow-white cat's tail was unconsciously wrapped around his wrist, rubbing against it affectionately, just like it had done every morning in the past year.
...It's a snowball.
......is his "wife".
......It was also Mo Xue who massacred everyone in Qingshan Town and killed the second senior brother.
"Senior brother is dead..."
Lin Ci'an closed his eyes and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty.
He listened to Chu Ziyu getting up quietly, his tail wagging happily, and even humming a little tune.
His spiritual consciousness spread out. The red candle from last night was still burning with the last bit of wax. The candlelight reflected the ambiguous red mark on Chu Ziyu's neck - that was the mark left when he was aroused.
Lin Ci'an retreated, he didn't open his eyes, a huge sense of guilt swept over him.
The sound of pots and pans colliding came from the kitchen. Chu Ziyu was cooking porridge skillfully and even added Lin Ci'an's favorite candied dates.
The sweet fragrance filled the air, causing Lin Ci'an's stomach to churn.
He sat at the table mechanically, staring at the steaming porridge in front of him.
There was a small chip on the edge of the bowl, which he accidentally dropped last month. At that time, Chu Ziyu smiled and said, "It's all fine."
“Try it? I just learned it.”
Chu Ziyu smiled and picked up a piece of sweet cake for him, his cat ears trembling slightly with anticipation.
The aroma of the sweet cake wafted over, and it was exactly the same as the one that the second brother had made and secretly given to him when he was kneeling as punishment.
But Lin Ci'an, who was struggling violently in his mind at the moment, did not notice this detail.
He ate a few bites reluctantly, but they tasted like wax.
"What's wrong?"
Chu Ziyu tilted his head in confusion, his golden pupils filled with concern, "Not to your liking?"
"......fine."
Lin Ci'an's voice was hoarse, and he gripped the edge of the table tightly to resist the urge to draw his sword.
There were five deep fingerprint marks on the back of the wooden table.
After dinner, Lin Ci'an walked to the stream alone.
The clear stream reflected his distorted face, and the Jingzhe sword at his waist hummed, as if sensing its owner's emotions.
"Why...why is it you..."
He punched the rocks by the stream, his knuckles were bloody, but he felt no pain.
He loves Xuetuan's gentleness and hates Moxue's cruelty - but they are actually the same person.
What’s even more ridiculous is that when the red candles were lit last night, they had just made a vow to “share life and death together”.
What is even more unspeakable is that he loves him, and after regaining his memory, he still loves him.
In the evening, Chu Ziyu pushed open the gate and found Lin Ci'an standing in the twilight, holding the Jingzhe sword in his hand.
The lightning wrapped around the sword flickered, illuminating his obscure profile.
"Ci An?" Chu Ziyu called softly, his tail unconsciously straightened.
Lin Ci'an turned back slowly, his eyes unfamiliar and cold: "Xue Tuan, do you know...Mo Xue?"
The evening breeze blew over, blowing down a pear tree. The snow-white petals fluttered and fell between the two of them, like an untimely snowfall.