This statement is indeed true. I finally felt relieved, but I felt sad for Aunt Yun. How painful it is. She wants to be a human being, but she insists on becoming a monster. In the end, she can only live half-human and half-demon. So is there anyone in this world who is like her, just want to be an individual? What kind of choice will they choose? At least the demons I saw seem to be very happy to be a monster, maybe some people are unwilling to do it? Unfortunately, my master did not take action again. If those people insist on resisting, the ending will only end their lives? What exactly happened in this world? Will such a strange thing happen?

I frowned tightly, but Aunt Yun saw the sadness in my eyes. She did not speak, but picked up the scrolls piled on the table, unfolded them one by one, and looked carefully.

My mind is not on these scrolls, not to mention that I have seen it before. It’s just that Aunt Yun’s expression makes me feel sad.

While looking at the scrolls carefully, she whispered: "You kid, should be sad for me, right? Actually, there is no need to be like this. For me, it's better to be dead. Besides, my current identity has always been a dead person."

"Do you know who these people in the painting are? They are my nephews. If I were not a dead person and had no face to meet them for the rest of my life, how much I would love them? I dreamed of seeing my senior brothers again, but unfortunately, such things as time are the most ruthless. I am already separated from them forever. And these nephews want to hear them call me a master aunt, but what are their identities now? How can I recognize a half demon as a master aunt? That will affect their reputation and ruin the reputation of my master." Aunt Yun said to herself, and her eyes looked at the person on the painting were full of pity.

I was saddened to hear it, and couldn't help but speak, "Aunt Yun, see you when you want to. If you don't recognize you as your master because you are a half-demon, then what are they? If they are also well-known people, then they are not worthy of this reputation!"

"Don't talk nonsense." Aunt Yun looked up, her voice was slightly stern, her eyes were slightly sharp, and she said solemnly: "In my master's sect, there is no ruthless person. If I stand in front of them, I believe they will definitely call me Master's sage respectfully! But, I just don't want to do this, I can't face it myself. You don't understand." As she spoke, Aunt Yun put down the scroll in her hand, stood up from the table, and walked to the window.

Looking at the bright sky outside the window, he said to himself: "The problem has never been on them, it is me, I have never been able to accept it, it is me who has no courage. So I escaped the past in my life. Finally, I finally ended up. Finally, I was like a senior friend, and I could do something to win glory for my master before I die."

"Aunt Yun." My throat was a little astringent. What a deep feeling that I asked myself so much? It was obviously not my fault, but I took on this loneliness and longing. How heavy is the master she said in her heart? How heavy is the master, senior brother, and nephew in her heart? I really don't dare to measure it on my own.
Chapter completed!