Love from the Male Protagonist’s Harem

"...Two people."

Something was wrapped around his neck, a thin, soft rope, and a small jade-like ice-cold thing pressed against his chest.

The nervousness was slightly appeased, and she...will not be hurt.

Chu Yi went to touch it, and started with a cold little thing, like a small horn.

Afterwards, there was a faint rustling voice.

The other hand was gently picked up, and then covered on the warm handle of the knife. The boy's voice was shallow, "No matter if two people or a hundred people, you still have to hold the handle well."

"I know……"

"If you have a knife in your hand, you won't be afraid."

She is not strong enough to protect her, so naturally there is no reason to deprive this child of the right to take the knife.

The eyes under Xia Ge's eyelashes were slightly dim.

... After all, it's still too dangerous around her.

The evil ghost camp looked eagerly, Ye Ze was still missing, and they would be crushed if they were not careful.

She glanced at the dragon's horns that had just been cut from the ghost dragon jade with a meteor dagger on Little Butterfly's chest, then she paused, took her hand, and chuckled lightly.

"It's just..."

Little Butterfly felt her hand slowly move forward, from the position of the knife handle, brushing over the blade—the original sharp blade position, but at this time it was entangled with something, the fine and dense warmth, even if the blade was brushed There is no sharp feeling.

All the sharp edges.

"Well, you can have a knife, but sometimes you need a sheath even more."

"sheath……"

The sheath is... wrapped around the blade.

The little girl rubbed the little jade horn on her chest with her hand, "Then...what is this?"

"It's something that won't let you have nightmares." Xia Ge couldn't help touching her head, "Well, go to sleep, I promise, you will never dream of any ghosts."

"...I am not afraid of ghosts." Little Butterfly said, "My brother is afraid, I am not afraid of it at all."

Xia Ge: "Who is afraid, I am not afraid!"

Little Butterfly: "My brother is afraid, my brother is deceiving."

Xia Geyan died down: "Who said you are afraid of ghosts, I mean you don't have nightmares."

Little Butterfly stood on tiptoe and touched her head with her little hand: "It's okay, I'm here, my brother is not afraid."

Xia Ge: "...sleep to you."

"Oh." Little Butterfly obediently responded, nestled in Xia Ge's arms, and touched the dagger blade fondly, and said uncertainly: "Chaicao?"

The meteor dagger is so sharp, how can a few sticks of firewood cover its sharp sharpness.

Xia Ge stared at the scabbard that was crippled by the little girl a few times, and said grimly: "No, this is a scabbard."

The little girl was silent for a while, put the "sheath" into her arms and said, "It's firewood."

Because it's all gone.

Xia Ge depression: "..."

Of course there is only firewood in the firewood room.

"It's okay." The little girl hugged her tightly, her voice still muffled, "You are my sheath."

So don't...leave me.

The memories came to an abrupt end.

In reality, the rain is freezing cold, and Chu Yi stares at the deep stream. In the past, no one can understand all kinds of things.

Floating life is nothing more than a ruthless dream, and after waking up from the dream, no one loves her.

——No one's.

No one can save her now.

The person who could save her fell in love with someone else.

No one will love you.

No one can save you.

——From beginning to end.

Only oneself can save oneself.

Like that day, the blood-stained meteor blade that penetrated the offender's heart in her hand.

The handle of the knife... must always be in your own hands.

As if finally recognizing the reality, the girl pinched her hands tightly and slowly let go.

And her sheath.

To grab it back.

It's my own, and I want to get it back.

Either destroy it, or grab it back.

It's not yours, nor can it be someone else's.

Otherwise, it will die.

She will die, and no one will save her.

The girl's eyes slowly turned gloomy.

"boom--"

Thunder suddenly appeared in the sky, and then a dazzling to dazzling flash tore through the gloomy sky, straightly illuminating the girl's dark and cold eyes.

"How's it going?"

There were faint footsteps behind her, and the girl did not look back, but her voice was extremely gloomy.

"Return to the young master..." Under the thunderbolt, the white-clothed man's voice was hollow, "Evil Spirit Mountain has been born, making Respect Disease. The Chang family has fully grasped the movements of the Chu family, and only awaiting your order."

If Chang Nian is here, you will definitely find that this is the person from the Hundred Ghost Caves who has been revealing the Chu family's movements to the Chang family!

"...Three years."

Chu Yi stood up slowly, his soaked clothes dripping with water, a pair of apricot eyes sweetened with a cold color, "I have lost...I must take it back one by one."

Three years of preparations, three years of plans, she wants to let the family that once left her, taste the despair of losing everything.

The one who abandoned her...

Thinking of Xia Wuyin, Chu Yi closed her eyes and squeezed her fists.

Time and time again, in the past three years, her silver butterfly passed by her window countless times. She clearly remembered the maple leaves in front of that person's window. From autumn to spring, from red to green, she still remembered that there was a winter of silver and white snow. The color covered the butterfly wings, and the man sat on the roof quietly playing the flute.

The sound of the flute is particularly beautiful and soft, like a small tune of nostalgia for the homeland, with lovesickness in every tone.

The snow of that year was the most tender.

She knew that Dan Feng's Xia Xiaozhangling was not only good at alchemy, but also longer than formation skills, so her silver butterfly hid under the thick white snow just to listen to her sad short song.

As she wished, her brother and Ye Ze parted ways.

My brother never went to Jianfeng again.

She wanted to see her, she wanted to ask why she left, why did she leave without saying goodbye, and why she left her again—

But she dare not.

The dead butterfly can't fly.

She was afraid of disappointment, afraid of being hurt again-that person was the person closest to her heart, and perhaps a word of lightness inadvertently would make her unable to get up again in pain.

But Chu Yi couldn't get up like this. She had to ask for what the Chu family owed her.

Therefore, she could only look at it from a distance, and then cold blood, quietly, doing what she should have done.

After a pause, Chu Yi brushed his wet hair, "How about the Chang family?"

"...It seems that the Chu Family...is bound to win."

Thunder frequently appeared, blurring the voice of the man in white.

"Occasionally it's okay to give some sweetness." The girl looked at the dense black color on top of her head, her eyes could no longer be half sad, only the ruthlessness of the upper class, and a vague taste of bloodthirsty, "but I It will always be mine."

"Yes." The white-clothed man bowed his head respectfully.

Feeling that someone is coming, the figure of the white-clothed person flashed, and the shadow disappeared.

In the dark abyss, you can't see the head.

The girl's eyes were cold.

Shortly after.

"What are you doing there?" The boy's voice sounded, Wen Ya quiet, "Why don't you bring an umbrella? Where is your body butterfly?"

Chu Yi stared at the deep stream for a long while, "They."

She turned her head and smiled softly.

"... are dead."

Ye Ze said, "What nonsense are you talking about, it's rainy and cold, I'm going back."

Three years have passed, the young man has grown up, his body is neatly dressed in blue and white sword clothes, under the pouring rain, his eyebrows are gentle, and his lips are dyed and smiling. He is a beautiful young man.

"Nonsense." Chu Yi stood up, the rain was freezing cold, and she turned her head, "No nonsense."

She walked slowly to the boy's side, her voice smiled, "After all, no matter how cold the rain is, no matter how cold the butterfly corpse is, it can't be as hard as iron than your heart, and my heart is as gray as death."

Her brother, hiding in Tibet for this person, risking death to get ghost dragon jade in order to save this person, and even finally abandoning her for a long journey.

But now this person has left his brother behind.

so good.

Chu Yi thought.

"...Oh?" The young man squeezed the handle of the umbrella, tightened slightly, his eyelashes drooped, covering his dark eyes, "What are you talking about."

Are you escaping?

Are you afraid of something? Is it cowardly? Are you afraid of the pain when you learn the truth?

This person is what she hates.

She wants this person to die quickly. She hates this person who is so painful that her brother can’t find him. She wants to goug him out of his brother’s eyes, to dig out his heart that occupies his brother, she wants to His body was broken to pieces-what is this bit of pain? !

Three years ago, she did it deliberately.

She deliberately helped him and asked him to kill Qin Yue.

Because--

...Afraid? Are you scared? At the moment when I saw Qin Yue?

After the brain, blinded by hatred, wakes up, it's cowardly, painful, and after discovering something that can't be discovered--

Qin Yue and Xia Wuyin, do they look alike?

Does it resemble, the brother who rescued you from the evil spirits, the brother who accompanied you from birth to death, and your genocide enemies, do they look like?

Isn't it similar?

When I pinched my brother's neck, didn't it, didn't he think it looked alike?

Did you discover something that could not be discovered?

Painful, for three years, every day and night, it’s been painful, right?

Can't think, can't believe, try to forget, even don't dare to take a look, put yourself in an unreasonable position, make yourself ungrateful, make yourself a bitch, pain, right? Is it painful Ye Ze——

If you are in pain, really, great.

You and she are the same person.

But... not enough.

"Nothing." Chu Yi laughed, sweetly, and said, "I just like someone, but she is in love with someone else."

Ye Ze: "So?"

How did he become as hard as iron?

"I just envy you. If you can say let it go, let it go." Chu Yi looked at the gray sky, "Ah, but that's right, you are a man."

"Or..." Chu Yi thought for a while, and smiled innocently. "Those who make big things...do not stick to the trivial?"

A few years ago, the shadow of the young man flashed by, Ye Ze's heart suddenly tightened, and there was a dark color in his eyes, but he didn't reply to this sentence. He silently divided the umbrella in half and gave it to the drenched Chu Yi, and said nothing. : "What happened to you today?"

There is an umbrella, there is no rain, but it is still cold.

The heart is colder than rain.

Chu Yi smiled, expressionless, "Guess it."

Ye Ze said, "I can't guess, the people from your family came over today, so I'm sick, don't you go back and have a look?"

Chu Yi looked at the bare stones of Jianfeng. In the gap between the piled stones, a green sprout appeared faintly. The green bud swayed constantly in the wind and rain, but still stubbornly raised his head.

It's so cute to not admit defeat.

Chu Yi walked out from under Ye Ze's umbrella, Ye Ze was slightly startled, Chu Yi looked back at him, and Ye Ze paused before moving.

Chu Yi squatted in front of the little green bud, her long eyelashes hung down, and the wind and rain hit her. She murmured and repeated, "Seriously sick."

Ye Ze let out a "um".

Chu Yi stretched out her hand to block the wind and rain for the green bud, her long eyelashes were stained with raindrops, "I see."