Ji Baimo's voice was very dull, as if he was telling a dull story.

"I have read a story in textbooks, the story of the fisherman and the devil. The devil was imprisoned in a copper bottle. When it was imprisoned for the first hundred years, it thought that if someone came to save him, it would definitely make it prosperous and prosperous. When it was imprisoned for the second hundred years, it thought that if someone came to save him, it would definitely dig all the underground treasures to it. When it was imprisoned for the third hundred years, it thought that if someone came to save him, it would definitely repay him and satisfy his three wishes."

Ji Baimo rubbed Yan Bai's Hei. When he told this story, he always smiled, as if he was talking about some warm and moving fairy tale, paused for a moment and continued.

"As a result, no one came to save him, so in the 400th year, it thought that if someone came to save him, it would definitely kill him." When saying this, Ji Baimo chuckled. He looked extremely gentle, with his slender palms interspersed between Yan Bai's gaps, and his fingertips pressed and rubbed her scalp, which was very comfortable, like a massage.

114 But he looked at the coldness of his body. It was originally Ji Baimo who would hold its host, and said gently, "You are back."

But now Ji Baimo seems to be telling Yan Bai stories very normally. His eyes make people feel creepy. 114 thinks that Ji Baimo seems to be broken.

Ji Baimo did not let go of Yan Bai, but directly held Yan Bai in his arms. Because Yan Bai had been lying on the bed for the past few years and was relying on nutrient solution to maintain his life, he was very thin and light in weight. He was hugged by Ji Baimo. Yan Bai held his head and blinked his eyes, as if curious, and asked.

"Mo Mo, then."

Ji Baimo listened to Yan Bai's words and chuckled. He was very gentle from beginning to end. Even when Yan Bai woke up, his emotional fluctuations seemed not very big, so calm that they had never separated. Ji Baimo's eyes showed thoughts. He looked into the distance, his eyes were long, and after a while, he spoke.

"In the first year, I was thinking that if you could wake up, I would listen to you everything. I would do everything with you. Even if you want to leave me, it wouldn't matter. As long as you are well, it would be enough."

"The next year I was thinking that if you could wake up, I would take good care of you so that you would not be harmed by my protection."

"In the third year, I was thinking that if you could wake up, I wouldn't let you leave me for a moment. I would never want to wait anymore. You only belong to me."

"In the fourth year, I was thinking, if you could wake up, I would lock your hands and feet with iron chains and lock you up in this house. No one can see you, touch you, and those who covet you should die, everything you belongs to me. If your relatives and friends die one by one, you will have no place to stay, no relatives and friends, then... are you the only one? In this world, you can only rely on me, whether it is hatred or love."

Ji Baimo's voice was light, his face was gentle, his voice was faint hoarse, like a feather stroking on the tip of a person's heart. He leaned against Yan Bai's ear and spoke intimately.

"Baibai, now I am the devil in the copper bottle."

He was the devil released by Yan Bai himself, because the waiting time was so lonely.
Chapter completed!