It was night, and the crescent moon hung in the middle of the sky.
The faint moonlight sprinkled on the green tiled courtyard, as if it was plated with a thin layer of silver frost.
They entangled many times, until she couldn't bear his strong repeated demands and fell into a deep sleep. Only then did Lin Siyao satisfactorily clean up the two of them and fall asleep with her in his arms.
Not even two hours later, he suddenly opened his eyes and dashed out of the room. Under Xiaochun and Little Snow's round eyes, he disappeared into the slightly gloomy twilight with a few ups and downs, immediately disappearing without a trace.
"I haven't seen you in a year, I trust you've been well since we last met?!"
A masked man dressed entirely in black stood at the tip of a green bamboo branch at the foot of a beautiful peak, his arms crossed as he faced the swiftly approaching Lin Siyao.
It sounded polite, but because of his ice-cold and indifferent tone, it seemed like a greeting from the depths of hell.
"Thank you for your auspicious words, everything is well."
Lin Siyao, only wearing a white robe, stood on the tip of a bamboo leaf several meters away from the black-clothed man. Under the clear and cold moonlight, his robe fluttered in the wind, and he was as elegant as an exiled immortal.
"You've changed … Si Ling." With a sigh, the black-clothed man slowly said something that seemed to be at a loss.
"Si Ling is already dead." Lin Siyao's clear and cold voice faded away with the wind.
The current him was Lin Siyao, an ordinary farmer who settled down in Blossom Town.
"That day … I didn't expect you to still be alive." The black-clothed man attentively stared at Lin Siyao for a moment, and then slowly said, "You broke through?"
Hearing this seemingly at a loss, Lin Siyao didn't pause for a moment. He nodded, and his clear and cold voice penetrated the entire bamboo forest. "That's right.
If you still want to take my life, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. "
"Wrong.
When I, Louis Stu, do things, I won't make up for it if it doesn't work the first time. "
The man in black was impressively Louis Stu, who was only second to Si Ling in the Fengyao Pavilion — he specialized in the expansion of the pavilion's business.
"Since that's the case, why did you come here tonight?" Lin Siyao asked, but his body was already half turned, ready to go back at any time.
As for the reason Louis Stu mentioned, as long as it did not endanger the little woman beside him, to be honest, he was not interested.
"It's nothing. I'm just here to see what the former God of Slaughter looks like now that he's become the Saint of Love!" The obvious teasing in his tone made Lin Siyao, who was about to leave, stiffen.
Immediately after, he leaped out of the bamboo forest.
"If you're so free, why don't you go earn some money for Feng Qingya?!" Lin Siyao's gritted teeth suggested from afar.
"Hahaha …" Louis Stu finally couldn't hold back the amusement in his heart. His wild laughter broke through the silence of the night and soared into the sky.
… …
When the courtyard door was being forcefully and rhythmically knocked, Su Shuiche was studying the embroidery pattern she had just received.
A few days ago, Jiang Yingyun had asked Xi Cui to pass a message to her, saying that there was an embroidery pattern from Jin City that she wanted her to embroider.
It was half a meter wide and one meter high, the 'Guanyin Giving Birth' pattern.
The deadline was very generous, a full three months. Therefore, Su Shuiche readily agreed.
Therefore, yesterday afternoon, Jiang Yingyun sent the embroidery shop's assistant to deliver the embroidery pattern of the 'Guanyin Giving Birth' pattern and other necessities to her home.
As a matter of fact, after breakfast today, Lin Siyao carried the farming tools to the field to plant soybeans and corn. Su Shuiche sat in front of the table, mixing the needles and thread she was going to embroider.
At that moment, someone knocked on the courtyard door.
"May I ask who you are looking for?" Su Shuiche came to the courtyard door and politely asked the other party.
Ever since Lu Wan'er came to visit and was almost wrongly abducted, Lin Siyao had repeatedly warned her not to open the door when she was alone at home.
"This humble one is Si Chong, Si … Lin Siyao's martial brother." From outside the door came a clear and cold voice that was very similar to Lin Siyao's.
When Su Shuiche heard that this person was Lin Siyao's martial brother, she thought that he had specially come to visit Ah Yao.
Therefore, she unbolted the door and saw a cold face that matched his voice.
"Hello, Sister-in-law."
When Si Chong saw Su Shuiche for the first time, he was somewhat startled. Immediately, he restrained his surprise and indifferently bowed to Su Shuiche.
"Hello … Oh, Ah Yao has gone to the fields and hasn't returned yet.
You … "Su Shuiche was a little embarrassed. Logically speaking, she should have invited him into the house to have a cup of hot tea and wait for Lin Siyao to return.
However, although he was behaving appropriately and courteously, his entire body was emitting an aura that kept people away, which made her a little hesitant.
"Go to the fields?"
When Si Chong heard this, he was stunned. Immediately, he realized that this was a remote village. If he didn't go to the fields, was he supposed to kill people with a hoe?
She finally understood why Si Tuo had such a weird expression on his face when he came back last night. It made her want to give him a good beating.
"Pfft …" Letting an assassin go to the fields with a hoe?
Wahahaha, this was simply the biggest joke in the world!
Looking at the stunned man in front of her with a twitching face, Su Shuiche was somewhat speechless.
"Cough … That, sister-in-law, aren't you going to invite me in to wait?"
Si Chong tried his best to suppress the laughter in his heart. His eyes were filled with ridicule as he looked at the woman in front of him. She looked very similar to the person he had seen on the Wanted Person List in the capital a few days ago.
"Sorry, I was neglectful." Su Shuiche smiled as she welcomed him into the central room.
Following behind Su Shuiche, his eyes swept across the large dog that was half lying in the courtyard, ready to attack. His footsteps paused.
Si Chong's sword-like eyebrows raised. Ha … A wolf guarding the house?
It must have been caught by Si Ling from the forest?
He curled his lips with a faint smile.
Farmer … Oh, don't joke around!
Although she had embroidery threads of various colors in her hands and was looking at the embroidery of the "Guanyin Giving Birth" painting, Su Shuiyong's attention was mostly on Si Chong, who claimed to be Ah Yao's senior brother in the central room.
After Si Chong brewed a pot of fragrant black bitter buckwheat tea and served two plates of shortbread and bean cakes as desserts, he motioned for her to help herself.
Asking her to help herself?
In her own house?
Su Shuiche found it funny as she returned to the embroidery room. She continued to match her embroidery threads and didn't go outside to disturb Si Chong, who was leisurely enjoying his tea and desserts, but his eyes were constantly looking around the room and the furniture.
Who would have thought that a God of Death would be willing to be a farmer in such a remote and desolate town?
It was really hard to believe.
If it weren't for the fact that he and Si Tuo had stayed in Fanluo City for a few days to meet up with Si Luo, if it weren't for the fact that they had found Si Ling's jade thumb ring when they wandered around the city, if it weren't for the fact that they had heard the news of an expert breaking a person's bones with a snap of their fingers, and if it weren't for Si Tuo's insistence on coming to verify the facts last night, perhaps they would have missed Si Ling when they were about to leave for the west corridor in a few days for a mission.
However, he and Louis Stu couldn't figure out how a fatal injury could have healed in a year and even broken through to the next level.
How could they, who spent their days either in the saber or the sword, not relaxing for a moment while practicing martial arts, live with themselves?
They simply didn't have the face to face.
Looking around the room, which wasn't luxurious but had unique and exquisite decorations, and recalling the gentle and demure woman in the room next door, it was enough to imagine that Si Ling was living a very comfortable and leisurely life.
But what about them?
They spent their days in the company of blood and sabers and swords. They never thought about the future because assassins had no future.
They lived today and died tomorrow. These were the possibilities that they had long determined in their hearts.
But even so, Si Chong couldn't help but have a tiny glimmer of hope in his heart.
Could he also imagine that when he was willing to put down his weapons, could he also be like Si Ling, who had been reborn after death, and live an ordinary and peaceful life with half an acre of land and half an acre of courtyard?
He shook his head bitterly and couldn't help but laugh. In this quiet room with a soft cushion overflowing with fragrance, he actually allowed himself to think about so many things that could be said to be wild thoughts without restraint.
At this moment, Xiaochun's whimpers came from outside the room.
Su Shuiche stood up with a whoosh. Great, Ah Yao was back.
She could finally let go of her worries.
After all, living under the same roof with a man who was a complete stranger to her really put a lot of pressure on her.
"Ah Yao, you're back." Su Shuiche walked past Si Chong, who was about to get up, and directly ran out of the room.
She called out to Lin Siyao, who had just entered the courtyard and put down his farming tools.
"En." Lin Siyao nodded. He was a little surprised at the trace of relief in her voice.
Slightly frowning, he instantly moved and firmly protected Su Shuiche behind him.
He raised his head to greet Si Chong, who had just moved out of the room.
Very good, one, two, did they really think that their house was a wine shop?
That they could come and go as they pleased?
"Long time no see."
Si Chong saw Si Ling's protective behavior and curled the corners of his mouth. He threw out a greeting that sounded like nonsense to both of them.
Immediately, a hint of surprise appeared on his cold and expressionless face.
Was the man in front of him really the former God of Slaughter Si Ling?
He wore a black robe with a tight waist, his sleeves were rolled up high, and he wore muddy deerskin boots. From head to toe, other than his face still being cold and handsome, his eyes still clear and bright, there was no trace of the God of Slaughter that was as cold as the underworld.
"Indeed." Lin Siyao saw that the person who had come was the usually hard to find Si Chong. He knew that Louis Stu must have leaked the news.
When did these people learn from those gossipy women and become so talkative?!
"It seems that you're doing well." These were heartfelt words.
Si Chong crossed his arms in front of his chest. He didn't mind Lin Siyao's indifference to him in the slightest.
After being hunted down by Fengyao Pavilion, he had escaped death. Even if they met again, he was already being kind by not raising his sword to greet him.
How could he hope that he would enthusiastically embrace him in celebration?
Moreover, assassins were originally cold-hearted.
How could there be such exaggerated emotional fluctuations?
Oh, Si Ling was an exception.
"It's all thanks to you."
Lin Siyao's expressionless eyes swept over him. After saying this, he ignored him and walked into the kitchen with Su Shuiche.
"Ah Yao, is this okay?"
After entering the kitchen, Su Shuiche scooped out a basin of water that was still warm from the stove for him. After he washed his hands, she handed him a dry towel. She secretly glanced at Si Chong who was still staring at Xiaochun in the courtyard and asked awkwardly.
Weren't they brothers from the same sect?
Why did it feel so strange?
Or was it because they always got along like this?
"Don't worry about him." Lin Siyao said indifferently.
Since he had already let Feng Qingya go, he wouldn't hate Louis Stu and the others.
However, not hating them didn't mean that he had forgiven them. It also didn't mean that he had to treat them warmly.
(To be continued.
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