Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Su Qiao found the painting she drew when she was nine years old in the bedside drawer, with childish handwriting underneath, writing her requirements for the house...

‘The ceiling needs a zodiac sign’

‘The wall needs to be pushed back’

‘There are still many magic weapons’

‘There are still many, many ancient Taoist books’

‘The most important thing is that I want to stay in Qingyun Mountain and cultivate the righteous path! ’

Nine-year-old Su Qiao devoted herself to Taoism.

And on this long-yellowed paper, every blurry line was carefully copied stroke by stroke.

Su Qiao could almost imagine Shen Xiujin sitting at her desk, carefully drawing the house one stroke at a time... Her nine-year-old wish was fulfilled eleven years later, after she had forgotten it.

It turns out that someone will really go back and pick her up when she was a child...

Su Qiao put the drawing paper away again.

She opened the door to the bedroom, and outside was a cozy living room. It wasn't too big, but it was brightly lit.

The smell of food wafted from the kitchen, and the small kitchen could be seen at a glance. The tall figure of the man was confined to that side, which made the kitchen a little cramped.

Shen Xiujin is tall, with excellent proportions and a broad back. She wears an apron outside a dark woolen sweater, creating a narrow but powerful waistline.

It looks very huggable.

Su Qiao walked to the kitchen, looked at it quietly for a while, walked up to the kitchen, and naturally put her arms around Shen Xiujin's waist.

Well, it's really huggable.

"Have you slept?" Shen Xiujin lowered her eyes and glanced at the thin white wrist on her waist.

"Well..." Su Qiao still had a nasal voice, rubbed her head on his back, and said softly, "Ajin, thank you."

Shen Xiujin knew what she was thanking.

His big hand covered the slightly cold back of her hand and rubbed it a few times with his fingertips.

"Like it?"

"like."

"Then this will be your house from now on."

Su Qiao corrected: "It belongs to both of us."

Shen Xiujin smiled lightly, with his back turned, she couldn't see his expression, but she could only hear him say: "Of course I'm yours too."

"Hey." Su Qiao stood up on tiptoes and kissed him on the face.

She jumped up and down to wash her hands and take the dishes and chopsticks to the table.

Yan Ming naturally took the basin for cooking and sat down on the table obediently.

Of course, what Shen Xiujin cooks is what Su Qiao likes to eat.

After she had eaten and drank, she cleaned up with Shen Xiujin. He washed the dishes and she was responsible for putting them in the cupboard.

The figures reflected in the glass windows are the same as the most intimate and loving ordinary couples in this world...

After dinner, Su Qiao took Shen Xiujin for a walk in the mountains. They were in high spirits at first, but then they got tired.

"Ajin, I can't walk anymore..."

Shen Xiujin understood and knelt down in front of her.

Su Qiao jumped on his back and put her arms around his neck.

He carried her on his back and walked steadily.

The night was broad, and there were only vegetation and wind around. Su Qiao suddenly had the illusion that there were only two of them in the world.

"Ajin, do you feel like we are the only ones in this world..."

The moon behind him pulls his shadow in front of him.

Shen Xiujin looked at their overlapping figures and thought, his whole world is already here...

"Xiao Qiao." He asked her, "If we are really the only ones in this world, would you like it?"

Su Qiao smiled: "Of course it's good to have you here. But I like to be lively once in a while. I can see grandma, master, senior brother, my father, Duke Lance, and Xiao Siyan..."

She announced the names one by one.

At the end of the sentence, Su Qiao looked at the sky and murmured: "Ajin, I hope everyone around me can be happy..."

When she didn't have Qi Qing, she only thought about cultivating the righteous path. After going down the mountain, she saw a lot of human suffering, separation and death, and experienced it... Her mood was already different.

Shen Xiujin listened quietly, with a self-deprecating smile on his lips.

He actually knew the answer.

His little rose is kind and gentle. She is full of warmth and loves the people around her...

There is only one rose in his world, not even himself.

She is different from him after all.

For a long time, Shen Xiujin's quiet voice could taste the tenderness in such an empty night.

He said: "As long as you like it, anything is fine."

Su Qiao laughed softly and suddenly jumped off Shen Xiujin's back.

Shen Xiujin hurriedly supported her, and when she turned around, her face was held by a pair of cold hands. Su Qiao stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips.

"Ajin, you are so different now from before..." Under the moonlight, she raised her bright face and looked straight at him.

Shen Xiujin only felt that she saw two galaxies, one in the sky and one in her eyes.

In fact, he has never changed.

Paranoid, crazy, indifferent, cruel, without empathy...

He's always been that mad dog in the gutter.

But his moon came for him and shone on him. The lights she saw were the stars in her eyes.

Shen Xiujin's big hand touched her face, and a cold and soft piece fell on his palm.

He asked her: "Then do you like...the current Shen Xiujin?"

And his little rose said seriously: "Ajin, I don't like you, I love you."

"..."

Shen Xiujin's pupils trembled fiercely, and his love surged. He lowered his head and kissed her.

In this small house, Su Qiao and Shen Xiujin spent a week, seven days like a honeymoon.

She and Shen Xiujin were the only ones, and even Yan Ming was very sensible and only served obediently when eating.

The accident happened in the early morning of the seventh day.

The morning light did not appear that day, and the dark clouds disappeared...