He Has To Be Human, Right? ! - Chapter 93

Ye Ying was stunned for a moment, she lost her voice: “Huang—”

But when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them herself.

No, this is not Huang Xize. Facing him, her heart felt nothing.

The traction of the fate star was broken long ago, on the day he died. But that electric throbbing still exists, and she clearly sensed it outside the sealed cave.

But this person in front of me…

He is handsome and tall, although the color of his hair and eyes is different, he is exactly the same as Huang Xize.

But her heart has no feeling for him.

“Bold! Look directly at the mountain god!”

“No problem.”

The mountain **** waved his hand, not paying much attention. Ye Ying looked at him in bewilderment, not knowing whether he was kind or simply treated everything as a straw dog, because he didn’t care, so he didn’t blame him.

Shanshen’s expression and tone were calm, and he could even be called patient: “This is a mistake I made before, and it must be ended by myself.”

“Then you shouldn’t destroy them directly!”

Ye Ying couldn’t help shouting: “Since it’s your responsibility, you should rescue them! How…how…”

She couldn’t tell what mood she was in, anger? disappointment? confusion?

This face, this familiar face was right in front of her eyes, but the expression on his face made her so strange, and so did his words.

Who is he? !

The mountain **** didn’t answer, just looked at her quietly.

Thirty thousand years old walked out quickly, and forced Ye Ying to kneel on the ground, with a trembling voice: “She…she just lost her husband, she was very angry, and she didn’t have any malicious intentions, please forgive me, Lord Mountain God!”

Her hand was on the back of Ye Ying’s head, pressing her firmly to the ground.

Ye Ying dejectedly let her press her forehead against the cold stone brick.

Thirty thousand years is not necessary at all.

After shouting, Ye Ying suddenly felt powerless when she saw the mountain god’s emotionless eyes.

Boring, boring.

What is she doing? What was Huang Xize doing before?

He used his life to fill the karma of the mountain god, he said it was a definite number.

But what about the mountain god?

Compared with a thousand years ago, he has not changed at all.

Ye Ying felt that it was worthless because of Huang Xize.

In the silence, she laughed softly and closed her eyes tiredly.

“You are not Huang Xize.”

She stated a fact plainly.

Finally, the mountain **** let her go.

Night Breeze pounced on Ye Ying, and San Wansui chased him out from the hall.

She took Ye Ying’s arm, pondered for a while, and finally told Ye Ying the story hidden under all appearances.

The eyes of 30,000 years old passed through the night and fell on the bell without a bell tongue at the corner of the eaves of the fairy temple: “When the mountain **** got angry, he cut off the dragon’s energy and killed more than two hundred people, causing the thunder to fall, and the ashes were wiped out. .”

And his anger is also a part of him, engulfing his divine power, becoming an evil spirit that devours life.

As she said that, she raised her hand to point to the bell: “From the day when the anger turned into anger, this bell tongue has disappeared.”

So the bell never rang again.

It was only then that Ye Ying remembered the Qingyue bell that rang every time 魙 appeared.

I see.

That is the anger of the mountain god, the core of the evil, the source of everything.

But no one expected that the mountain **** who had been wiped out was reborn.

Maybe it was God’s pity and wanted to give him one more chance, this time he reincarnated as a weasel.

At first, she didn’t think much of it, taking care of him like any other cub. Watch him grow up, become stronger, and become the leader of the fairy family.

Sometimes, when she looked at Huang Xize, she would feel dazed.

He’s really… a lot like that guy.

The ruthless and gentle **** who had raised her.

Moreover, Huang Xize is even colder than a mountain god. He is hundreds of years old, and he has no curiosity or longing for the human world, and his attitude towards human beings is also respectful and insensitive.

Even with the Xian family, it seems that only when Hu Fengyuan is by his side can he see a little different expression on his face.

Until more than two hundred years ago, he picked up the human cub, and the gears of destiny finally began to rush towards him.

Thirty thousand years old could never forget that dawn, she walked up to the third floor of the fairy temple, and unexpectedly saw Huang Xize sitting there covered in blood.

He looked terribly tired and terribly sad.

In fact, in just over ten years, she already felt that he had changed a lot. But it was the first time she had seen such deep and dark emotions.

Thirty thousand years old stepped forward, knelt down and asked in concern, “Xiao Liu, what’s wrong?”

Huang Xize raised his eyes, the pain was almost real, and it broke her heart. Thirty thousand years old was about to continue to comfort him, when Huang Xize called out: “Ah Yun.”

Thirty thousand years old was struck by lightning, his pupils shrank a little, and he couldn’t speak clearly: “You, you…”

Before he finished speaking, tears began to flow down his face.

For hundreds of years, the most respected grandma of the Hu family cried like a child.

Huang Xize didn’t know that he was the reincarnation of the mountain god.

It wasn’t until he witnessed the death of his closest relatives and best friends, and the catastrophe caused by his impulsive actions that year, that he finally got a glimpse of the fate buried in the boundless years.

Past, present, Future.

But he can no longer face everything calmly and without emotion like in his previous life. He can feel happiness, pain, reluctance, and…

remorse.

For the past self, boundless regret. It was him back then that created the pain now—not just his pain alone.

Causal cycle, retribution unhappy.

This is the real punishment from heaven, allowing him to taste the bitter fruit he sowed.

The trajectory of fate started from this moment, slowly unfolding before his eyes.

Gradually, he foresaw the changes of the times, the decline of his own power, and his own death.

I also foresaw… her.

That star that he knew he would meet, but didn’t know it would be so shining.

This is probably a touch of sweetness from all kinds of suffering that heaven gave him, which made him unable to help but become greedy and delusional.

It’s not that he didn’t think about telling her everything, nor did he never think about trying to struggle.

But after meeting Bai Fan, he suddenly woke up.

A fixed number is a fixed number.

If you refuse to recite it, someone else will recite it for you.

And the sins on his body also reminded him that this matter can only be done by him.

When the projection of his sin enveloped her body, Huang Xize made a decision.

He gave her all his cultivation, entered the fairy temple, and borrowed the power of the mountain god.

But now he is not a mountain god, just a little yellow fairy, and he can’t bear this kind of power at all.

His body was rapidly deteriorating, so he tried his best to erase the brand on her body at the last moment and transfer it to his body.

He knew that he would definitely leave in the end, and the ending could not be changed, so he chose to burn everything blazingly.

If the time with her was shorter, wouldn’t she suffer less after he left?

It’s a pity that Huang Xize doesn’t know that love cannot be measured by time.

His final fate is to use his own life to make up for it.

This is what he owes these innocent dead souls, and he has to repay it for himself who was once a mountain god.

It’s just that he didn’t expect that after “Huang Xize”‘s life ended, the “Mountain God” would come back again.

But what’s the use?

The mountain **** is not Huang Xize.

Thirty thousand years old finished speaking, he patted Ye Ying, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he only left one sentence.

“Don’t… blame him.”

Don’t blame him for concealing it—he carries too much burden, and he knows too well what kind of unpredictable chain reaction his every move will cause.

And he couldn’t bear the consequences.

Thirty thousand years old turned around and returned to the main hall.

But what she didn’t tell was a story she didn’t know.

In the cave, amidst the turbulent Yin Qi, he solemnly left a kiss on the forehead of the unconscious Ye Ying.

“I love you.”

This was the first and last time he said this to her.

But the secret love words that no one knows are destined to never reach Ye Ying’s ears in this life.

Ye Ying burst into tears.

After the 30,000-year-old left, she sat on the stone steps of the Immortal Temple, with music fluttering in the hall behind her, drums and lutes playing, it was very lively.

And that person…

That person was sitting high above everyone in the hall behind her.

He is a real god, the **** of the stars and the moon, the moon and the wind.

But her lover is just a gentle and kind-hearted weasel who is stingy and vengeful.

Ye Ying raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears, without looking back, she walked down the steps with heavy but firm steps.

The quiet lake is silent, the night wind is howling, and the reflection of lights like pearls by the lake stretches for a long time, like a farewell for ten miles.

Ye Ying looked at the bottom of the steps, Hui San was looking up at her.

That’s where she belongs, where there are traces of Huang Xize, where there are Huang Xize’s unfulfilled ambitions.

She walked to the bottom of the fairy temple, and walked to Huisan’s side.

The young man’s eyes were like night, and his thick long eyelashes drooped, looking at her.

Ye Ying’s eyes reflected the lights, as well as Tianhe. It looked like something was burning: “Go tonight.”

Hui San’s unconsciously tensed brows and eyes suddenly relaxed, revealing a smile.

…

“…I’ll be a dog if I take the car at night.”

Three hours later, Ye Ying rolled her eyes and slumped on the seat of the high-speed train.

Zuo Huai looked at her speechlessly: “I said take the sleeper, who insists on going in the middle of the night. You went as if your **** was on fire, and the Taoist temple has to open the door!”

Ye Ying: “…”

Damn, she was so busy with her blood that she forgot about it.

Unrequited love got off the high-speed rail, after one o’clock in the middle of the night. Hui San took out his mobile phone to look at it, and said helplessly, “The earliest long-distance bus leaves at six o’clock in the morning.”

Ye Ying was too sleepy to keep her eyes open, talking nonsense: “Hotel, sleep, go. Woof!”

In a daze, she felt that someone had carried her to some bright place. In a daze, I heard noisy questioning voices, mixed with a few words such as “Did you drug her?” “The two men brought a girl to open a room” and “Call the police”.

But she was too sleepy to do anything, and soon fell asleep again.

When she regained consciousness again, she was awakened by a jolt.

Ye Ying yawned, sleeping very satisfied, opened her eyes lazily: “Good morning.”

Then she met two horrible faces.

Zuo Huai wanted to cry but had no tears, Hui San looked cold.

The same thing is that there are red marks all over the faces and necks of the two people. Some are scratches, some are finger marks.

Ye Ying was stunned, and after a while, she looked at Hui San tentatively and condemningly: “You…did him last night?!”

She was quiet, but there was silence in the coach. When everyone heard the sound, they were shocked and immediately looked at them sitting in the last row.

Zuo Huai & Hui San who were murdered in wind comment: “…”

Leaving aside who did this—

— Can you say the word “upper body” completely? !