The loyal dog of the villain Shizun is a and milky

Si Ruochen's expression was too pampering, his red pupils were alluring, like fiery hooks, just looking at him like that, as if he would agree to any request Ji Qinglin made right now.

And this is what made Ji Qinglin feel abnormal the most.

It's like a kind of parting compensation, with infinite nostalgia.

He got up and got dressed and got out of bed.

"I do not want."

If Si Ruochen wants to do any stupid things, and compensate him in advance to avoid regrets, Ji Qinglin will not do what he wants.

"There will be opportunities in the future, why rush for a while?"

After putting on her own clothes, she looked at the clothes placed beside the bed and pouted at the person on the bed.

"Do it yourself or do you need me to help you?"

Si Ruochen smiled, looked up at him and said, "I'm not that delicate, I can do it myself."

He still had some bandages wrapped around his body, and it was a miracle that he didn't tear open the wound under the circumstances last night.

Seeing Ji Qinglin staring at him, Si Ruochen didn't stop putting on his clothes, and said narrowly, "Master stared at me like this, didn't he see enough last night?"

Ji Qinglin squinted his eyes: "I haven't watched enough, so why don't I watch it tonight?"

Si Ruochen smiled: "Master wants to watch it, you can do it anytime."

Ji Qinglin went over to fasten his collar for him, and Si Ruochen let him clean it up, looking at him softly.

"I remember the first time you took me away from Zuihuanlou when I was young, and you were not so gentle when you changed my clothes in the mansion."

Ji Qinglin snorted.

"You don't even look at how difficult you were to serve when you were young. You were anxious when touched, like a little mad dog who catches and bites. If I'm not fierce, will you be obedient?"

Si Ruochen smiled and said nothing.

He didn't move and let Ji Qinglin clean up for him, watching him quietly, as if he had returned to the extremely short but very reassuring time when he was a child.

Ji Qinglin lowered his head and was also looking at him.

The movements of the hands were gentle and light, and only when they touched the layers of white gauze wrapped did the dexterous fingers hardly feel stagnant.

He put his hands on the tightly wrapped white gauze, and lowered his eyes.

"When will the injury heal?"

Si Ruochen pressed his hand lightly.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine soon."

He spoke very lightly, as if the wound that had never healed was just scratched.

Ji Qinglin didn't believe him.

"When I first met you, your self-healing ability was stronger than others. Why now, I think you can't even heal faster than ordinary people?"

He finally raised his eyes and looked at Si Ruochen inquiringly, as if examining him.

Si Ruochen's injury didn't improve for a long time. Although he didn't seem to be seriously injured, he only knew that the wound underneath hadn't healed until he lifted the gauze.

The gauze is changed every day.

He also didn't know if Si Ruochen's spirit was strong last night.

Si Ruochen sighed, and suddenly hugged him in this position.

"When you didn't like me in the past, I thought that if one day you could worry about me and feel sad because of my injury, I would be happy even if I hurt to death."

He continued: "But now I regret it. I wish you didn't like me that much, at least you wouldn't be so sad because I scratched my skin and got a little injury. "

Ji Qinglin frowned and said, "Is this a scratch? A small injury? You call it a small injury lying on the bed half dead?"

Si Ruochen had no way to refute.

The sun was high, and the two of them came late in a hurry. The people who had already gathered in the hall seemed to have nothing happened. They greeted them and continued their discussion.

The corpses outside the city are still a scourge, but it is extremely troublesome to completely eradicate them.

But it must be completed, so they have been discussing a feasible solution.

However, after discussing for a long time, although Ji Qinglin could use the fire that Ji Qinglin lit in Huanggu before, all the corpses could be wiped out.

But how to lead the corpses there has become the most difficult problem.

Back to the original dilemma.

They originally wanted Bai Yue to plant puppet Gu on all the corpses and then control them, but it would take more than ten years for the puppet Gu to multiply by itself with such a large number.

If one cultivates Gu worms by oneself, the puppet Gu is even more difficult to refine. Even if all the strength of the entire Sichuan is poured into it, it is absolutely impossible to cultivate so many in a short period of time.

In the end, the discussion came to nothing.

Mo Song has been sitting silently by the table, raising his head occasionally, his eyes no longer bright.

Ji Qinglin frowned when he saw him.

It's no different if Liu Yihan is dead now, and Mo Song seems to have just happily folded a favorite peach blossom, and it withered in an instant before he had time to look at it a few times.

Then he took the withered flower and couldn't look into other flowers anymore.

Ji Qinglin suddenly said to Si Ruochen: "Did you see that, if you don't want me to become like that one day, then try to live a good life and don't let anything happen to you."

Si Ruochen cast his eyes on Mo Song, who looked gloomy, and said softly, "I will never let you become like this."

Ji Qinglin turned to look at him: "Okay, remember your promise."

Remembering that he still needs to find Bai Yue for a Gu worm that can seal people's memories, Ji Qinglin turned and walked in the direction Bai Yue left, while saying to Si Ruochen who was about to follow:

"I'll be back soon, you wait for me here, you don't want to go anywhere."

Si Ruochen nodded and watched him go out.

Then there was only Mo Song left in the whole hall in silence, he didn't seem to notice that the others had left.

Si Ruochen walked over and sat down on the chair next to him.

This movement finally woke up the stupefied Mo Song, he saw the person coming, and forced a smile on his face.

Regarding Liu Yihan's sword that stabbed Si Ruochen, although it was not intentional, it made him feel a little bit sorry after all.

"How is your injury?" Mo Song asked.

His eyes looked at Si Ruochen's clothes.

Si Ruochen said softly, "It's fine."

From the outside, Si Ruochen was fine except for his pale face.

Mo Song didn't ask any more questions.

"How is Liu Yihan?" Si Ruochen asked after a moment of silence.

Mo Song gave a wry smile.

"He doesn't recognize me anymore."

The truth is definitely worse than not knowing it. Just look at the corpses outside the city to know what it will look like.

"Then what about after you prepare?" Si Ruochen asked.

There is a high probability that Liu Yihan will not be better. If such a dangerous existence is known, he will never give up.

"What else can I do," Mo Song exhaled, "Stay with him, at least no matter what he becomes, I will always be watching, and no one else will be harmed. In the past, he was the one watching me, but now I watch him He, if one day I am going to die, I will send him away first, "

He stood up, and he seemed dead to the end he had to accept.

Pained, broken, and resentful, but in the end he had no choice but to accept.

He can only comfort himself, at least Liu Yihan is still alive, can still breathe, can still open his eyes, can still move, and can still be with him.

Mo Song's foot hadn't stepped out of the door when Si Ruochen's voice came from behind: "What if I can make him change back?"

Mo Song's pupils shrank suddenly, and he turned around suddenly, staring at him firmly.

"You..." He was dumb for a moment, he could only open his mouth, and it took him a long time to make a sound, "You are serious!"

As soon as he rushed in front of Si Ruochen, his originally dim eyes seemed to come alive instantly, and the extinguished lights inside were lit up.

Si Ruochen looked at him and said seriously:

"Yes, I have a way to change Liu Yihan back to his original form, but I need you to do one thing for me."

Mo Song was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

Si Ruochen went out, and when he came back not long after, he held a jug of wine in his hand and handed it to Mo Song.

Mo frowned: "What is this?"

"You find a way to make my master drink it." Si Ruochen didn't look like he was joking.

Mo Song's eyes widened suddenly.

If there was nothing wrong with the wine, Si Ruochen wouldn't be hiding like this.

But if he said he wanted to murder Ji Qinglin, he would believe anyone else, but Si Ruochen would never believe it.

He was willing to die for Ji Qinglin, so how could he harm him.

Mo Song frowned and looked at him: "What do you want to do?"

"I really want to do something, but my master is watching too closely. He is too worried about me and won't let me do it, so I want him to sleep tomorrow." Si Ruochen looked at Mo Song , "I will not do anything to hurt him, you should be very clear about this."

Mo Song hesitated: "Are you going to have an accident?"

"No, no one wants to stay with him more than me, so I will cherish my life more than anyone else."

Si Ruochen's words sounded extremely reliable, and Mo Song couldn't find any problems.

He is indeed right, he will not harm Ji Qinglin, nor will he be willing to leave him, so there is nothing else to worry about.

"Okay." Mo Song took the jug, "I'll help you."

He turned and walked out.

If it was Si Ruochen who wanted to do something small to Ji Qinglin, he would definitely be discovered by Ji Qinglin, because he could clearly feel that Ji Qinglin was very wary of him.

But Mo Song was different, Liu Yihan had an accident just now, if he went to drink with Ji Qinglin in a depressed mood, Ji Qinglin would never be suspicious.

Si Ruochen was the only one left in the hall. He paced out and stood under the cold moonlight. His red shirt seemed to have faded.

There was no one around, obviously there was no extra breath, but when he raised his head again, there was already a person not far away.

The white clothes on that man's body didn't know what they were made of. It looked like snow but not snow, like clouds but not clouds. It was so white that it didn't stain the dust. At least Si Ruochen had never seen such a material.

The man was extremely fast, and he was in front of him in an instant.

His pupils are very black, as if they can suck people in, and form the two most vivid colors with the extreme white on his body, they blend together perfectly, but they seem to be independent of each other.

Si Ruochen had seen him.

The first time was before the wedding that year, he was taken away by this man on his way back from the palace to the Prince Regent's Mansion, and then the man told him that his master had been replaced and he was no longer the same person.

He didn't believe it.

After Si Ruochen died, this person came to look for him again, but he didn't lie to him that time, but told him that Ji Qinglin was coming back, and when Ji Qinglin came back, he would die too.

It also made him see everything he had forgotten in the past.

"Thank you Jincheng." Si Ruochen called out to him.

Xie Jincheng didn't have any expression on his face: "You two, since he wanted to save you at the beginning, one of you was doomed to die."

Si Ruochen didn't make a sound.

Xie Jincheng continued:

"But he is my junior brother after all, so I naturally want him to live more."