Morning Star

Chapter 337 What did she dream about that made her cry so sadly?

He stared at her with resentment, gritting his teeth and said, "No, okay."

This idiot actually took revenge on him. Wasn't he really afraid that he would be carried away before he could even catch his breath?

"Hey... hehe." She smiled guiltily, her eyes dodging, "Not good... then go slower, slower."

When he glanced around guiltily, he saw that the bead in the palm of the demon statue had turned light blue, and he remembered the blue airflow before.

She had also seen the blue airflow in the formation of the Holy Lotus Demon Palace. She found that every time the blue airflow appeared, it would make Xingxing feel uncomfortable. What on earth was that?

The formation in the Holy Lotus Demon Palace has been destroyed by her, and now the bead has turned blue.

Does this happen during the succession ceremony of every generation of Demon Lord, or is it only like this for Xingxing?

Wu Li looked very shocked at the time. He was a veteran figure in the current Demon Realm and should have participated in more than one succession ceremony. So she thought the latter would be older.

If it was the latter, then weren't these all prepared for Xing Xing? Who was it? Bai Yue Er? Or...

Thinking of this, his eyes fell on the beautiful face of the demon statue, and his eyes dimmed slightly.

Or is it related to the devil?

Before, when they were in the Holy Lotus Demon Palace, Xingxing didn’t seem to be shocked by the appearance of the blue airflow.

She guessed that he should know more than her, but he didn't seem to have any intention of telling her.

A hand suddenly covered her face, interrupting her thoughts.

"What's so good about the statue? Look at me." Mo Xinglan saw her staring at the statue of the devil without coming back to her senses, and he was filled with resentment. He forced her face to look at him.

“……” Chujiu came back to his senses and looked at him quietly without answering him.

Although I know some of his childhood, they are only fragments, and they were all given by Piao Miao.

Thinking of this, her eyes dimmed.

He rarely mentioned his past to her. If Piaomiao hadn't given her the memories of his dreams, how much would she know about him? Would she still be with him like this?

Just like now, he was unwilling to tell her what had happened to him before and what the connection was between him and the devil.

She... really wanted to know his entire past, not through Piaomiao or from other people's mouths, but he himself told her.

Just as she was willing to tell him in person about her past and the world she had lived in.

If she asked, would he tell her?

Mo Xinglan noticed that she was in a low mood, raised his hand and gently stroked the broken hair on her cheek: "What's wrong, are you unhappy?"

Her lips trembled, and she hesitated: "Xingxing..."

"Ok?"

"Can you tell me about you...your past?" She wanted to hear him say.

"..."

Mo Xinglan's face froze, and the hand that was stroking her hair paused and put it down. He was silent for a long time, and then said lightly: "Why do you want to know?"

"I just want to... know more about you."

Chujiu looked at him with a hint of anticipation, staring at him closely not wanting to miss any expression on his face.

But Mo Xinglan was just stunned for a moment, and then he had no expression on his face, and nothing could be seen.

I can't tell what he is thinking or how he feels at the moment.

This kind of him gradually made Chujiu's expectations come to nothing.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before I heard his light voice.

"There is nothing to know about my past. You don't need to know it. If you want to know about me, then understand my present and future."

He looked at her calmly, without any emotion in his eyes. It seemed that this conversation was just some trivial matters, not enough to stir up any emotion in him.

"..."

Chujiu pulled the corner of his mouth, but his nose felt a little sour. He forced a smile and said, "I know."

She took a deep breath and lay down beside him, leaving her back to him: "It's getting late, I'm a little sleepy, don't disturb me."

Do you know his present and future? But he doesn't even want to talk about his present, so how can she know his future?

That's right, what qualifications and rights did she have to ask him to tell her about his past?

Why do I feel like he's getting further and further away from me?

If that time really comes, what will she do?

Go back?

But she couldn't bear to leave.

Mo Xinglan, who was behind her and had no idea what she was thinking, felt a little flustered by her sudden change.

He looked sideways at the delicate back of the girl in front of him, not understanding why she suddenly became so upset.

He reached out to turn her over so that she faced him, but then he remembered that she had just asked him not to disturb her, so he retracted his hand.

She was clearly right here, within reach. But he felt like there was an invisible wall between him and her. Why was that?

That night, both of them fell asleep with their own emotions.

I had a dream on the ninth day of the lunar year.

In her dream, she saw her parents and Chu Xiaoshi leaving her. He who had said that he would never let her leave was swallowed up by a white figure and left her. She shouted desperately in the white fog until her voice became hoarse, but she was always alone.

Outside the dream, she was in tears, murmuring not to leave her alone.

Mo Xinglan was awakened by her crying. He sat up and hurriedly hugged her in his arms, rocking her gently to wake her up.

"Jiu'er, Jiu'er wake up..."

What did she dream about that made her cry so sadly?

Chujiu was woken up by his call, and saw his panicked and worried face in a daze.

Somehow, he felt like he had gotten his revenge. He was finally not as expressionless as before.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Mo Xinglan asked softly.

Chujiu stepped out of his arms and sat down without answering him.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't angry. She got angry when she saw his face.

I lifted up his sleeves and wiped all my tears on them.

Mo Xinglan looked at her actions worriedly but did not stop her.

Chujiu rubbed his eyes and patted his cheeks. He looked outside and could see things clearly.

He turned around and looked at Mo Xinglan: "How is your recovery?"

"...Yeah." Mo Xinglan was stunned for a moment before replying.

She nodded and stood up: "That's good."

Rubbing his shoulders which were a little sore from sleep, he looked around and finally stopped at the light blue bead.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his finger and pointed at Mo Xinglan who had already stood up, and said as if chatting with family: "I wanted to ask yesterday, why did it become like this? And the light blue airflow around it gives people the same feeling as the light blue airflow in the formation of the Holy Lotus Demon Palace. What happened when you were unconscious?"

Mo Xinglan looked in the direction she pointed, his eyes flashed but he didn't answer in a hurry.

He patted her head and smiled, "I was unconscious, how would I know."

It’s better not to tell her about this for now.

"..." Chujiu's eyes dimmed, and he didn't ask any more questions in a roundabout way.

After a while, Mo Xinglan's voice came to my ears: "We don't need to offer sacrifices to the demon god today. Shall we go back to the palace?"