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"Why am I here?" Di Shang frowned, and said in a bad tone, "Don't tell me, you don't need permission every time you pull me in."

"Why do you need permission." Di Chong asked back as a matter of course, before Di Shang's face turned darker, he continued, "I usually don't be rude like this, but you must be clear about the purpose of my bringing you here. "

Di Shang paused, thinking that his thought of not wanting to go back might have alarmed this person, so he looked away and explained: "I didn't say I wouldn't help you find the remnant soul, to be honest, compared to the boring modern century, It’s more attractive to me here.”

Di Chong looked at him and didn't say anything else. He just waved his sleeves, and the surrounding scene turned upside down. The originally dark surroundings were immediately painted with a layer of snow white, and there was a sound of regularity in the stagnant air from time to time. The electronic sound... Because it is not the first time to enter this place, Di Shang recognized this is a modern ICU ward at a glance, and the person lying on the hospital bed close at hand is himself, with pale cheeks and weak eyes. The chest rises and falls, as if he will leave the world in the next second...

Although it was ten years later, the deafening gunshot sounded like it happened just a second ago. Di Shang watched quietly for a while, and suddenly felt a sense of oppression in his chest. Taking a step back, he clenched his fists tightly and said, "I won't lie here all these years." If that's the case, then the Emperor's family would have collapsed without their own, how could those old things let I live like this lingeringly.

"No." Emperor Chong directly denied his idea, waved his hand again, and everything around him returned to normal, "The ten years you have lived there are only ten days in this world, but Shang'er, you need to be clear about one thing, that is, you are a person of this century, if you die physically in this modern age, you will not be able to live no matter where you are, and now, your time is running out."

This was the first time he had said so many words, but it was not what Di Shang wanted to hear. He pondered for a while, sorted out some confused thoughts, and finally looked at Di Chong coldly, "Old Antique, you know I don’t hesitate to take my life, if you bring me to see these today, it’s not just to tell me that I’m dying, right?”

Di Chong shook his head lightly, his illusory gaze rested on him again, but he didn't seem to be looking at him again, "I am a remnant soul, I can't do anything harmful to nature, I just came today to remind you, fantasy Don’t confuse the world with the reality, otherwise you will only be left with sad people.”

While he was speaking, the surrounding scenery changed again. This time, it was amidst the ruins. There was a white-clothed figure kneeling on the ground, half-embracing a person in his arms. Their hair and clothes were soaked by the rain. Thorough, mixed with the muddy water on the ground, it's really embarrassing.

Di Shang was a few steps away. Seeing this scene was familiar, his heart was shaking and uncomfortable. He frowned, and just about to step forward, suddenly a low cry came over, intermittently, mourning abnormally, Di Shang listened After hearing these wailing words, his face turned pale in an instant, and his raised foot was suspended in mid-air, unable to step on it no matter what.

This gut-wrenching mournful cry is like a cuckoo crying blood, every time he calls his name,

"Shang! Shang!...Ah!!..."

The man in white kept shouting until his voice was hoarse, then raised his head tremblingly, his hair was disheveled on his face, his complexion was pale, his eyes were lifeless, although his face was soaked by the rain, the drops that hit him The tears she shed were still clearly seen by Di Shang.

"Huan'er!" Di Shang called out in a low voice, and hurried over, forgetting for a moment that this was an illusion created by Di Chong, and stretched out his arms to hug this embarrassing person in his arms, but Just like the first time he attacked Emperor Chong, he took it for granted.

Di Shang leaned forward habitually, and saw clearly the person holding Feng Yuhuan in his arms, the silent person turned out to be himself!

Feng Yuhuan lowered his head, his voice was already silent, he gently caressed the face of the person in his arms, opened his mouth, said a few words silently, then raised his hand without waiting for Di Shang's reaction The dagger on his chest slammed into his heart.

"do not want!"

Di Shang's eyes were about to burst, and he stretched out his hand to stop him regardless, but he could only watch the dagger pass through his palm, piercing bright red on Feng Yuhuan's chest, and the person he held on the tip of his heart Er'er just weakly hooked a smile and fell down softly.

"Don't!" Di Shang watched all this happen but was helpless, suddenly a sharp sense of boredom came to his heart, he opened his mouth, and immediately vomited a lot of blood.

Di Chong saw that things had begun to develop beyond his expectations, so he quickly put away the illusion, and the surroundings immediately fell into nothingness. He saw that Di Shang was still in the original place, and he didn't care to expose his wounds. , "This is not an illusion, it is the greatest fear in your heart. You will return to modern times due to the weakness of your physical body in a short time, and this son is a person of 5000 years. Even if you are reincarnated, it is impossible for you to be born." in a world."

"If you insist on this again, everything you saw just now will be the consequence."

Di Shang stood up from the ground, his tightly clenched fists were bulging, and he said in a hoarse voice, "If my soul goes back, your son might not die." There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone , referring to Emperor Chong's willingness to let his son be someone else's body in order to collect the soul of his own wife. feel good.

He felt that this was tearing Di Shang's wound open, and sprinkled a handful of salt along the way, but he didn't expect that the other party's eyes just flashed a little bit of surprise, and then threw a muffled thunder into Di Shang's head,

"My son died when he was ten years old, and you are just the soul that supported his growth."

It turned out that from beginning to end, he was just a sojourner...

"Shang? Shang?"

The familiar voice rushed into my ears again, but this time it didn't have that mournful tone, it was still familiar and cold and moving.

When Di Shang blinked again, he realized that he had returned to the bank of the original Qinghu Lake. Everything that happened just now seemed to be imaginary. He looked down at the ancient ring in his hand, and always felt that the sorrow of losing everything was still reverberating. In the chest cavity, the truth is terrible.

"Huan'er..." Di Shang raised his hand to caress Feng Yuhuan's face, there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, and even his face showed uneasiness.

Feng Yuhuan, who was about to dodge, paused after noticing his abnormality, and asked with a slight frown, "What's wrong with you, you look very bad."

"...It's okay." Di Shangchang exhaled, with a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth, "Aren't you hungry, let's go back."

After he finished speaking, he walked back first step by step, deliberately slowing down, Feng Yuhuan followed, and walked to his side after a while, although the two were still walking side by side as when they came, but this way God Shang didn't try to hold Feng Yuhuan's hand again... Although the latter also felt a little unusual, but after all, his emotions were ignorant and he didn't care much.

On the second day, Qiao An came to ask about Shang Qingye's disposal. Di Shang waved his hand and said that he would hand it over to Fu Dongfeng. It was quite different from the previous one sticking to Feng Yuhuan's side.

Feng Yuhuan has a cold temper, basically he needs to have a hot head to respond to everything. For Di Shang's sudden indifference, he said that he didn't feel it, which is naturally a lie, but he has never coaxed anyone when he is so old. I was at a loss for a while, and the quality of eating and sleeping dropped a lot.Su Yue looked distressed, but she couldn't ask and meddle in matters between her master and her son. She could only do her duty as a subordinate to take good care of her, and she couldn't do anything else.

And the Wuling Club also ended in such a weird atmosphere, because Di Shang and Qiu Man had already abstained one after another, the winning side was naturally the Feng family, but Feng Yuhuan was not necessarily very happy, and directly took the victory prize of the competition Qingguangyan found the upstairs.

As soon as Di Shang finished packing his things, he looked up and saw the man standing at the door who was about to go crazy, "Huan'er? Why are you here?" He asked softly, then frowned, his Huan'er Son, I haven't seen you for a few days, why have you lost so much weight? How did Su Yue take care of her?

He felt distressed, but Feng Yuhuan completely misunderstood him, thinking that Di Shang frowned because he didn't want to see him, so a trace of injury flashed across his cold eyes, he turned around and walked out quickly without speaking, a rare feeling in his heart In a mess, he didn't look at the road at all, and ran into Qiu Man who was also preoccupied within a few steps.

"Ouch!" Qiu Man cried out in pain, rubbing his pinched chin with one hand, and supporting Feng Yuhuan who took a step back with the other, "Junior Brother?...You are..."

Before he could finish his question, Di Shang rushed over and snatched him away.

"Let me see where it hit." Seeing Feng Yuhuan covering his eyes, Di Shang was so frightened that his brain froze, he hurriedly took his hand and examined it carefully, until he saw the large lump at the corner of Feng Yuhuan's right eye After the red marks and a small amount of physiological tears that were knocked out, he trembled twice in distress.

Afterwards, he growled at Qiu Man angrily, "Don't you have eyes when you walk, why don't you come and have a look!"

Although Qiuman also felt that this was something that could not be slapped, but he couldn't bear it and felt sorry for his junior brother, so he went up to check it carefully without saying a word, and exhaled softly after a while, "Fortunately, the eyes are fine. Just put some ointment on it." He flipped his hands over and took out a small delicate wooden box, handed it to Di Shang very sensibly, and then found an excuse to back out, he thought the boss didn't like his junior brother Yes, he was so worried that he was out of shape all day long, but now it seems that he is completely thinking too much, the distress in the eyes of the boss can be seen by everyone, okay...