Chapter 15:

Ye Peitian walked fast, he felt like a ridiculous clown, and fled away from the bustling Spring City.
He seemed to be able to hear the horrified curse in his ears.
"Demon, murderer."
"Get out, get out of our town."
"Devil, demon, why did you come here."
Ye Peitian rubbed his pale knuckles so much.
There seemed to be endless blood flowing in his body, dripping to the ground continuously, leaving a long series of blood footprints behind him as he moved quickly.
In the distance, faintly followed a few greedy peepers, who thought they had hidden their tracks, and could quietly fall behind him, even snatching the blood left on the ground.
Ye Peitian didn't bother to take care of these ants, he just wanted to go back to the castle in the desert quickly, it was so quiet and peaceful and reassuring.
It's not so full of all kinds of irritable noises that disgust him.
His feet stepped on the edge of the desert, and the annoying sounds behind him finally disappeared. No one dared to provoke or follow him, the emperor of yellow sand, in a desert.
Ye Peitian walked for a long time and came to the barren desert center.
The moonlight tonight is very bright, scattered coldly on the rolling sand dunes. The silver-white sand grains were blown by the breeze, rippling layers of fine ripples on the undulating sand.
He stretched out his shaky arm.
The earth began to shake, huge sand dunes arched up in the desert, quicksand rolled from the top one after another, and a castle buried in the ground slowly rose from the gravel.
The huge building appeared in the moonlight, and the sand particles attached to it flowed away quickly like water, revealing a whole clean sand castle.
In the past long years, Ye Peitian stayed alone in this prison made of yellow sand day after day. This is the cage of human demon, and it is also the body that gives him the most peace of mind.
He stretched out his hand to hold on to the threshold of the castle, his body shook.
There was another faint sound of footsteps behind him.
There is always that kind of greedy person who knows nothing about life and death who wants to put his life in his hands.
Ye Peitian sneered and turned his face sideways.
Thick blood flowed down from the top of his head and slid across his eyes. Through the gap of blood flow, he suddenly saw a familiar face appeared on the edge of the desert.
A face that appeared countless times in his memory.
The man seemed to be a little nervous about being discovered.
The two looked at each other across a barren gravel.
I don't know why, Ye Peitian's heart suddenly felt wronged.
When he was expelled by the same kind and robbed of his flesh and blood by countless people, his numb heart was not even the feeling of grievance that had arisen, and at this moment, his heart suddenly surged.
Ye Peitian didn't turn his face back without saying a word. He pushed open the gate of the castle, holding the wall made of yellow sand with his blood-stained hands, step by step into the dark castle.
Like a bruised beast, he walked back to his lair alone full of grievances. But his spirit was tense, listening to the thin footsteps behind him with his ears upright.
The voice didn't move away, it was approaching here carefully.
He was in a mess, not knowing whether he should be happy or rejected, but the string in his heart loosened, his body shook, and he finally fell to the ground.
Behind him was the sound of a gust of wind floating, and a soft palm caught him in time.
The man caught his bleeding body and picked him up.
He felt in the chaos that it was the embrace that once made him feel at ease, so he let his consciousness disperse, no longer struggling to let go.
The castle is like a huge and hard shell, used to house his soft and broken flesh. It was after he was injured countless times that he licked the wound lair alone.
He has never let any creature except himself enter here.
At this moment, someone opened the hard shell and arbitrarily took out the scarred him in it, so that his weak and pitiful appearance was exposed to that person's gentle gaze.
Ye Peitian felt ashamed and embarrassed, but seemed to have longing and yearning in his heart. He closed his eyes and allowed the man to take him all the way upstairs and put him on the bed of sand.
She left, and quickly ran back. She didn't know where to find the soft bedding, and surrounded her cold body with those warm things.
Ye Peitian didn't remember that there was such a thing in his castle.
Turning his face to the wall, he faintly saw the figure of a person sitting down on the chair in front of the bed.
The man found the stored water and some linen cloth, and started to deal with the wounds on his body with ease.
"Are there medicines?" the voice asked.
What medicine does the devil need? There has never been medicine here.
After a soft sigh, the soft and warm palm touched the cold skin of his forehead.
Because of greed for this temperature. He is stuck in the human world.
Ye Peitian closed his eyes, faces were intertwined in confusion.
Friends, shop owners, children who were favored by him, gray-haired old people... those smiling and grateful faces, after knowing his identity, all immediately became disgusted and fearful.
"The murderer."
"Don't go near him."
"Human demon, what is your attempt to come to our Spring City!"
Those saints have hideous faces, greedy gleams in their eyes, but with deep fear of him.
He hates that look, and in order to make that look disappear, he has turned himself into a demon.
Staying alone in this deadly silent cage forever is the punishment that the devil deserves. He shouldn't foolishly approach the world where humans are.
Ye Peitian turned his face to the wall, "Leave. This is not where you should be."
The man just hummed softly.
"Let's go, I don't need anything, let me stay alone..." After Ye Peitian said these few words, he coughed up thick blood from his mouth, his body was aching, and his heart seemed to be aching too, none of them The place does not hurt.
He closed his eyes and fell into a real coma.
...
When he woke up from his sleep, the sky was already bright.
Bright sunlight shines through the huge windows into the bedrooms-every room in this castle has large windows.
There was a chair in front of his bed, and there was no one on it.
That person left, he told her to go.
Ye Peitian rolled down from the bed, supported the wall, barely propped up his weak body, and walked slowly downstairs.
There was faint movement in the living room,
Inexplicably, he became anxious and anxious. He wanted to walk faster, but his blood loss legs were soft and weak, making him almost rolling down the stairs.
This is an open kitchen,
Chu Qianxun stood in front of the neat cabinets, behind which was the wide dining room.
There are all kinds of equipment in the kitchen, pots and pans are neatly arranged, and there is even a rare liquefied gas jar under the stove.
The various equipments that are too spotless and even new show their fate that they have never been used. This is like the sample rooms sold in the golden age. Everything in order is just furnishings to make the space show the atmosphere of life.
Chu Qianxun’s cooking skills are terrible. Generally, she can only cook a pot of things in boiling water to keep the nutrition of the food to the maximum in a convenient and rapid situation.
In this era of precariousness and the need for life, most people are similar to her, and few people can lavishly pay attention to cooking skills.
Rare complete cooking equipment did not help her. She found a small stainless steel pot, opened the label and washed it clean, and boiled a pot of water on the table. The pieces found out were obviously placed. The long pasta was thrown into the pot. Although no other ingredients were found, it is a very good meal to eat fine noodles anyway.
Chu Qianxun hummed softly, waited for the white noodles in the pot to be cooked, and looked at the castle hall at will.
The yellow sand was condensed into rammed earth, creating flat walls and floors, tabletops and chairs.
The life of the owner of the castle was obviously dull and monotonous, and the sight was spotless. There are almost no extra decorations on the smooth tabletop and all countertops, a solemn pale yellow.
In fact, last night, when Chu Qianxun brought Ye Peitian in, he couldn't even find the room where he usually sleeps. Every room with a door opened had only a smooth and hard bed made of sand, not seen. To any bedding, she had to remove the curtains of a room for a temporary emergency.
Except for the large number of books stacked in the kitchen and the study on the second floor, there are almost no traces of life in this castle.
Ye Peitian has been living so much, Chu Qianxun stirred the churning noodles in the pot.
He can send out an astonishing number of high-level magic seeds at his fingertips, but he seems to be deliberately torturing himself, living in a deserted and lifeless castle, living like an ascetic.
Just thinking about it, a messy footstep sounded from the top of the stairs.
A person stumbled across the stairs near the restaurant. First pale fingers grabbed the door frame, and then the bloodless face covered by the messy forehead.
He panted, staring at Chu Qianxun for a while, as if finally letting go, unable to hold his body, leaning on the door frame and slid to sit on the steps.
"What's the matter? What did you run down for?" Chu Qianxun walked over and reached out to help Ye Peitian up.
The body was icy and cold, trembling uncontrollably due to lack of support.
"I'm so badly hurt, what do you do when you run down?" Chu Qianxun said softly and said again.
Ye Peitian lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.
Chu Qianxun remembered that he had let himself go before he fell into a coma yesterday. Maybe he was not used to letting strangers live in his home.
But because he was injured too badly, he was dealt with for his injury, and it was until dawn unknowingly. Although in this wasteland era where life is difficult, everyone has a thick skin and generally doesn't mind the words of others, but Chu Qianxun is still a little embarrassed.
She put Ye Peitian on a chair in the dining room, turned off the fire on the stove, and took out a bowl of noodles in front of him.
"Can you eat it?" Chu Qianxun put a pair of chopsticks into Ye Peitian's hands. His hands are really cold. I don't know how much blood he shed. "Eat while it's hot, don't worry, I'll do it right away. go."
Ye Peitian was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand, and pushed the bowl forward.
Chu Qianxun showed a questioning expression.
"You..." Ye Peitian avoided her sight, his clear eyes waved twice under the slender eyelashes, "You first."
Chu Qianxun finally understood that he was humbly letting himself out, not driving himself away.
Her mood brightened in an instant, she pushed the bowl back, went to the pot and filled another bowl of noodles, and sat down with Ye Peitian face to face.
"Also, let's eat together."
Ye Peitian curled his slender fingers on the table, pondered for a moment, and finally unfolded, picked up the chopsticks, and slowly picked out the noodles from the bowl.
The noodle soup is very light and tasteless, because it didn't have to be washed with white water in advance, and there was even a little smell of noodles.
But Chu Qianxun didn't mind this. She was eating with gusto. It was not easy to be able to eat noodles made of white noodles these years.
She suddenly remembered that Ye Peitian in her memory was a man who had particularly good cooking skills, was able to cook, and also liked to cook all kinds of food. He must be very unaccustomed to eating such clear white noodles.
Chu Qianxun quietly raised his head and glanced at Ye Peitian.
Ye Peitian lowered his head and ate very quietly. He swallowed a piece of white noodles between his black chopsticks, as if it was something rare in the world.
The light in the castle is very good, with light everywhere, the autumn morning sunlight comes in through the window, hitting Ye Peitian's soft hair.
A little light of water, swayed in the sun, fell into the steaming bowl.