I rolled over after parallel worlds merged

"You are too obsessed, and my father said that I can't let you out for the time being." The young man's clear voice had no extra emotions, but simply stated a fact.

The gentle wind mixed with the gurgling of the water, covered up the noise of him turning the pages of the book finely.

"Then do you know who I am?" Another ambiguous male voice came from an unknown direction, a little empty.

This is where?Who is speaking……

Xia Xijin tried hard to check the situation, but seemed to be trapped, unable to move for a moment.

Not to mention opening his eyes, he couldn't even feel the existence of his own body.

It's like... floating in the void?

Dreaming again?Xia Xijin guessed with some confusion.

The world has merged, so what kind of dream is this?

But now it’s not the same as in the past. Before, he could borrow other people’s shells to use him. This time, he directly blocked most of his five senses. Xia Xijin was unavoidably a little anxious. Be reasonable.

But he has no other choice now, he can only quietly listen to the movement around him, and barely make a judgment.

Obviously, the two people talking around were not the talkative type. After chatting for a while for no reason, they began to keep silent.

The young man's voice sounded even more impolite, and he didn't even intend to answer the questions asked by the other party.

Stop, talk, what are you doing idle...

Xiao Xia, who was confused and driven by nature to watch the fun, slandered.

It's not that he doesn't panic, it's purely that his psychological quality has been tempered by the previous three rounds.

It's useless to worry about this kind of thing.

Xia Xijin, who won a vegetative experience card this time, is very peaceful, and it is not impossible to be immobile, but you better give me something new to listen to.

After a long silence, Xia Xijin felt drowsy, and the slightly familiar young voice finally uttered again.

He seemed to be a little hesitant, and his tone seemed a little complicated: "Father said, you are a god."

After waiting for a long time, Xiao Xia finally got such an answer: ...

Please, please, feudal superstition is no good.

"Oh? He can really flatter me." Another voice teased, seemingly disdainful.

The boy paused: "Then what are you?"

The other party chuckled and said, "I am what you think I am."

Xia Xijin: ...

Well, listening to what you say is like listening to a word about literature.

But after watching such a lively scene, Xia Xijin gradually realized why he felt the young man's voice was a little familiar——it should be Ling Shuangci who spoke.

After all, Young Master Ling's voice is still recognizable, clear and light, as if spending a lot of time with him can make a thin layer of fine snow hang on his hair.

Of course, the main reason is because Xiaoxia lived in his shell for a week, and he couldn't hear anything for such a long time. It's true that he doesn't respect others a little bit.

Ling Shuangci was obviously choked by this nonsense, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth again: "I think you are sick."

"Then I'm sick."

The speechless Ling Shuangci closed the book with a "snap": "Can't you stop the meeting!"

The sick one looked nonchalant: "Your father has imprisoned me here for almost 18 years. If the seal hadn't been loosened recently, he would have asked you to come over to appease me?"

"You, if you want to complete the task well, don't be so awkward. It will make me happy, and you can buy more time for the old men of Jianzong."

Although the other party's tone was playful, the lines between the lines were not completely unreasonable. Ling Shuangci hesitated for a moment, and probably compromised.

This time, he stopped reading and took the initiative to find a topic, but his staid attitude made him not sound like a small talk, like an academic discussion: "Father said, you tried to snatch me away many times when I was just born, Why? Is there anything special about me?"

The person suspected of snatching the child smiled, but did not answer directly: "I can only say that you are special, but I don't want to tell you the reason."

"You!" Ling Shuang made a fuss, let out a low snort, and spoke in a more serious tone, "Then why do you sacrifice to the common people?"

"Little friend, I found that you really don't know how to chat, what's this..." The somewhat arrogant voice prolonged the end, as if deliberately to stimulate the young master's appetite, and after a few seconds, he joked, "That's right. You have a special reason."

As soon as the voice fell, suddenly a strong wind blew up around, Xia Xijin seemed to regain her intuition in an instant, she only felt that she was surrounded by something, her skin was cut and hurt, it was not a very good experience.

In a daze, his earlobe seemed to be caught by something soft, and then, a slight but hard to ignore tingling came.

Accompanied by the itching that ran quickly along the spine, Xia Xijin realized that she had been bitten by someone.

The surrounding environment also changed from endless nothingness to a quiet place, but Xia Xijin didn't know where it was because he still couldn't see anything.

Like whoever was running it didn't want him to recognize him.

A pair of arms tightly encircled Xia Xijin's waist, with such strength that it seemed to be imprisoned.

Xia Xijin can probably construct the posture of the two of them in his mind at this time - his back is pressed against the other's chest, while the chin of the person behind him is resting on his shoulder socket, caressing if there is nothing.

"Don't believe their conspiracy theories."

"Just listen to what I have to say, okay?"

What came from behind was a little familiar, but more strange that I couldn't remember no matter how hard I tried.

The other party really worked hard to hide his identity. No matter how Xia Xijin tried to grasp some key information, his head seemed to be covered in a cloud of fog, hazy and not very clear-headed.

But to be honest, Xia Xijin has always thought that she is very rough, not very interested in interpersonal communication, and not sensitive to emotional resonance.

But at this moment, he doesn't need to taste carefully, he can appreciate the other party's nostalgia.

Logically speaking, he should resist, reject or even loathe such an intimate and distanced behavior, even if it is not reality, even if it is probably just a dream.

But it was strange that Xia Xijin had no intention of giving such negative feedback.

He unexpectedly felt relieved.

As if he and he could share a fragile relationship, he didn't panic, and even worried about the sadness that the other party tried to hide between the lines.

Even he didn't know the reason for the paranoia in the other party's tone.

"Okay." Xia Xijin tried hard to regain some control over his body, he opened his lips slightly, and replied flatly but firmly, "But will you tell me the truth?"

The people behind were silent.

Xia Xijin, who didn't get a response for a while, was not annoyed, but just waited quietly.

Unfortunately, the other party still said "sorry" in the end.

"I don't want to," he said.

Afterwards, a kiss with the aroma of plants and trees lightly landed on Xia Xijin's ear, and followed the line of his mandible, slowly and finely downwards.

Emotions seem to be contagious, Xia Xijin endured this shallow kiss, but it was hard to describe her attitude.

A few seconds later, he sighed softly, and smiled helplessly, as if he usually dealt with his own child acting like a spoiled child, not knowing what to do with him: "Little Beilu, stop making trouble."

The movement of the person behind him froze for an instant, and there was a dead silence around him. He remorsefully pinched Xia Xijin's waist, as if he couldn't understand how he was recognized.

Although it was a little out of place, Xia Xijin still wanted to laugh. He didn't blame him for the offense, but he thought the other party who was not good at hiding his thoughts was cute.

I just made a bold guess based on my sixth sense, what is this now?Textbook-style self-reporting?

Xiao Xia curled her lips, slandering that the child couldn't hold his breath and wanted to learn from the villains in film and television works to be mysterious.

Ah, no, given that the real identity of the other party is now clouded with suspicion, he even wonders if calling Hokuriku a "child" is not respectful enough.

"I guessed wrong..." The voice from the side of my ear continued to resist.

Xia Xijin couldn't hold back this time, and sneered, but he still couldn't change this habit because he was good at doting on children, so he cooperated reflexively: "Okay, then who are you? The 'God Lord' that Young Master Ling said Is it?"

"...It could be." The other party muttered.

Well, given a ladder, I climbed along the pole, quite reluctantly.

Xia Xijin was helpless.

The atmosphere was not so embarrassing anymore. Xiao Xia, eager to get a reasonable explanation, shook his head, sighed again, and brought the topic back to the right track. He seriously and softly called out the other party's name: "Bei Lu, you are obedient."

"Let's talk about it."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, sorry, it's been so long. I stayed up late to write reports at the end of the last month, plus seasonal rhinitis and hay fever allergies.

But the frequency of updates may not be guaranteed in the near future, sorry again!Everyone can feed me as much as you want without pity, and when I finish this busy period, I will definitely come back as soon as possible and work hard day by day until the end of the text qwq

Thanks for understanding, love you guys! (I'm still struggling to type with one hand, maybe there will be a chapter orz later today)