Under the star-studded sky, everything fell into silence. The night wind blew slowly, carrying the fragrance of flowers from nowhere, as well as the faint roar of demons. Gradually, these all dissipated in the wind. The only sound left is the sound of paper being folded. It is particularly clear in the empty courtyard. Like a lighthouse on the dark sea, it is so eye-catching that it is difficult not to notice it. "Crunch——" Xu Xi opened the door and walked in the dim courtyard. He easily found the source of the sound. It was a familiar figure in red and white robes. She at this time. He was busy folding an old piece of paper with his disobedient fingers. Xu Xi recognized the appearance of the paper.
From the original book of "Yangyuan Gong". After the fool's skill was developed, the Yangyuan skill became an unnecessary waste. No matter how hard it was, Xu Xi would not feel bad about it. He only wondered what the girl was doing. "Ahem——" Xu Xi stood behind the girl. In that small space where the moonlight can only illuminate a small area. He coughed a few times, trying to attract the girl's attention. "Damn it, why didn't it succeed..." the girl muttered in her mouth, without hearing Xu Xi's voice at all. She was lying on the stone table folding paper with a frown on her face. So Xu Xi turned up the volume. "Ahem!" "!!!" This time, 17-year-old Wu Yingxue finally heard it. As if she was frightened, she quickly turned around and picked up the dragon-marked spear beside her. But after seeing Xu Xi. His expression became stiff again. "First, sir? How could you..." Wu Yingxue's voice stopped suddenly. She originally wanted to ask Xu Xi why she was here, but she suddenly realized that she had disturbed Xu Xi's rest. Then, an apologetic look appeared on her face. "Sorry, sir..."
"It's fine." Xu Xi waved his hand, interrupting the girl's apology. The tranquility of the night is like a deep pool of stagnant water, swallowing up all light, making everything dark and difficult to discern its appearance. But even so. Xu Xi still saw it. The girl held the paper tightly in her hand and was folded crookedly. "Yingxue, are you here?" Facing Xu Xi's inquiry, Wu Yingxue looked slightly embarrassed. The little pretty face changes expressions one after another, some hesitant, some hesitant. Finally, he said in an embarrassed tone: "I'm folding flowers." "Flower-folding? Is this what you wake up to do?" "Ah, no, actually I... didn't sleep." Xu Xi is an innate warrior, and Wu Yingxue is a blood transmutation of the fifth level of body forging. It stands to reason that Xu Xi, who is physically stronger, would wake up earlier than the girl, but he saw the girl first. The answer is simple. After the day's farewell. Wu Yingxue didn't sleep at all. "Originally I wanted to sleep, but after lying on the bed, I couldn't fall asleep." It's like a playful child caught by his parents. In the thick darkness of the night, the girl explained with a smile. The moonlight tonight is dim and not too bright, forming a faint hazy halo that clings to the girl's bewildered fingers. "It's okay, just forget it if you can't sleep." Xu Xi comforted the girl with a warm voice, making the girl feel relieved. Immediately afterwards. His eyes focused on the "flower". No, it should be called "tattered paper" more appropriately. Although the girl repeatedly emphasized that what she wanted to fold was a flower, the product made by her fingers was more like a ball of waste paper that was crumpled casually. "?" Facing the doubtful look cast by Xu Xi.
Wu Yingxue's eyes widened and she said, "It's too dark and I can't see clearly. I was afraid of disturbing my husband's sleep, so I didn't dare to light the lamp!" As if to prove something. The girl quickly found an oil lamp from the room. The oil in it came from demons and was very durable. "laugh--" The flames jumped up, and the weak firelight opened up a small space in the night. Not bright enough though. Although very weak. But it is enough for people to see clearly the palm prints and small marks on the hands. "Look at me." Wu Yingxue took a deep breath, laid the paper flat on the stone table, and slowly pinched the corners of the paper with both hands. Step by step, carefully. Shape the paper into— Scrap paper. The starlight fell like broken silver, mixed with the faint moonlight, reflecting the silent silence of the scene and the inexplicable embarrassment. "I, actually..." The girl wanted to speak but stopped, and stopped talking but wanted to. He seemed to want to argue something. "Let me do it." Xu Xi had no choice but to pick up the battered paper ball and spread it flat again. The fingers precisely control the paper, either folding it in half or diagonally. The speed was so fast that the girl's eyes widened. It's like something came out of nothing. The previous ball of waste paper suddenly turned into a paper flower, a strange paper flower that would never wither with a white-brown surface. "So awesome..." "No, no, sir, can you still do this?" The girl first marveled, then looked at Xu Xi with blank eyes. She couldn't connect the Xu Xie in front of her with her past image of being a master of martial arts and killing demons like dogs. "When I was young, I learned some." Seeing the disbelief on the girl's face, Xu Xi explained with a chuckle. "So awesome, so awesome..."
Wu Yingxue muttered. Holding the not-so-precious paper flower, she looked at it again and again, looking at the folded petals of the petals. Her eyes were nostalgic. She couldn't let it go. Xu Xi looked at the girl and couldn't help asking, "Yingxue, why did you suddenly think of folding paper flowers in the middle of the night?" "Actually..." The girl hesitated for a moment and finally told the reason. The reason why she couldn't sleep was that she remembered her parents who had passed away. When she was a child, Princess Dingyuan had taught the girl to fold paper flowers. "At that time, I was not interested in folding paper flowers at all..." "I only thought about saving the country and the people and becoming a hero..." Wu Yingxue looked a little lonely. With a light rub of her fingertips, the paper flower began to spin in her hands. Xu Xi rarely saw such an expression on a girl. In the past, Wu Yingxue always showed a strong look. But. No matter how strong a person is, there will be times of weakness. "Sir, you said..." "Where do the dead people in this world go?" Wu Yingxue looked down at the paper flowers and asked this question. Xu Xi looked at the girl and the night sky above her head. His eyes looked deep in the night. He answered in a gentle tone: "In my hometown, there is a saying that after a person dies, he will turn into stars and hang in the sky, continuing to watch his relatives on the earth. Whenever the starry sky is bright, it proves that they are here." "Is that so... It's a good saying." The girl smiled. She knew it was fake, but she liked it. "Sir, teach me how to fold paper flowers. I want to learn it."