The loyal dog of the villain Shizun is a and milky

Si Ruochen chuckled, and replied, "I don't want him to die either."

Xie Jincheng glanced at him.

Si Ruochen stood in the cold moonlight, his crimson robe was like flames, like poppies, like fresh blood. In short, compared to the clean, pure and unchanging white, this color is too eye-catching, and it always makes people calm like water. turmoil.

Xie Jincheng stared at him, but a person in the same crimson dress, with snowy hair and glazed eyes suddenly flashed in his heart...

Don't look away, the mirror image in your heart is instantly shattered into pieces.

His heartbeat just now seemed to be an illusion.

He glanced at Si Ruochen again, as if he wanted to find that feeling from him again, but this time no matter how he looked, his heart would not move.

Looking at the mountains is still a mountain, looking at the water is still water, and the thousands of colors in the world are just colors in his eyes.

Xie Jincheng paused, and said lightly: "If you still have any unfulfilled wishes, just ask them, and it won't be difficult for me to help you achieve them."

Si Ruochen looked up at the bright moon hanging high above his head, and always felt that when the moonlight fell, it was so close to him that he could grab it with his hand.

But if you spread your hands, you can't grasp the moonlight all over the ground, and you can't grasp the bright moon hanging above your head either.

Ji Qinglin is the full moon hanging above his head.

"No, I don't have any unfulfilled wishes except him. My wish is all about him. If he likes me, I will like him. If possible..."

His voice suddenly paused at this point, and he turned to look at Xie Jincheng.

Xie Jincheng also looked at him, waiting for his next words.

"With your ability, illusion is just a piece of cake for you, so I think you can create a dream for me. In the dream, I will spend my whole life with him, and we will live together forever."

He sighed: "Originally I could do it myself, but illusion requires too much mental power, and I am too weak now, so I can only turn to you for help."

Xie Jincheng frowned: "That's it?"

"Yes." Si Ruochen nodded, "That's all, this is my only wish."

Xie Jincheng couldn't understand, what's the use of self-consolation by creating a fake dream to deceive oneself and others?

After waking up from the dream, everything is still the same, and nothing can be changed, so why bother.

But he didn't say any of these thoughts in his heart, standing with his hands behind his back, he suddenly remembered Chu Yuan who was looking for him the day before yesterday.

The man didn't know what happened, and suddenly urgently asked him to revive Ling Qing.

It seems that any price will be spared for this.

Xie Jincheng saw how eager he was, so it was okay to agree to him. Although he is in this world now, he is suppressed, and it is not difficult for him to resurrect a person.

But the person he wants to resurrect is Ling Qing.

This is quite troublesome, even Xie Jincheng can't do it at this time.

Chu Yuan also questioned him: "You didn't say that at the beginning! You said you could let him come back, why did you say no now!"

Chu Yuan looked excited.

"I said at the beginning that I could save him. Even now, I can tell you clearly that I can indeed save him. But..." Xie Jincheng changed the subject, "Not now."

"Why not now?" Chu Yuan asked.

Xie Jincheng frowned and looked at him coldly.

"No comment."

After saying this, he ignored Chu Yuan and left by himself.

Looking at Si Ruochen now, he doesn't even understand why these two people are doing this.

A person has been crazy for half his life for people who have been dead for more than ten years, and a person only wants a fake dream.

Both of these behaviors were incomprehensible to him at this time.

Do not…

Xie Jincheng thought about it, he actually understood that a long, long time ago, it was already a matter of the previous life, so far away that he almost forgot it.

He made a knot casually, and then tapped between Si Ruochen's brows, a faint light lit up, and then slowly extinguished in Si Ruochen's heart.

"Okay." Xie Jincheng withdrew his hand, "Tonight you will have a good dream, and the dream will have everything you want, and it will be extremely real, as if you have truly lived your whole life."

"Thank you." Si Ruochen nodded to him.

Xie Jincheng seemed to have finished the last thing, and left with ease.

Si Ruochen stood on the spot, and stood still under the moonlight for a while. It was not until Ji Qinglin's footsteps sounded that he turned his gaze away from Xie Jincheng's direction.

Seeing Ji Qinglin approaching step by step, getting closer, as if nothing happened, he smiled at him:

"Is it done?"

Ji Qinglin came over and touched his body first, then nodded, frowned after feeling the cold on his hands, took off the cloak on his body, and put it on him.

"Standing in the wind in the middle of the night, don't you know how to add clothes to yourself?"

Frowning, he fastened the belt for the person in front of him.

Si Ruochen obediently let him do it, and responded very obediently:

"Not next time."

He looked at Ji Qinglin's thin clothes again, frowned, and put his hand on Ji Qinglin's.

"What about you? What do you do?"

It was already late autumn at this time, and the cold wind at night already carried the breath of winter, and it felt a bit biting on the body.

Just as he was about to take it off, Ji Qinglin held it down with his hands.

"You dare to move a try."

He pulled Si Ruochen's hand off and held it in his palm.

His hands are warm, like a stove in winter.

"I drank some wine with Mo Song just now, and now my body is warming up, blowing some wind will just blow away the drunkenness."

After hearing this, Si Ruochen's eyes changed slightly, he couldn't tell if he was happy or sad, it was so complicated that even he didn't know.

The hand under the sleeve was held and then put down, very much like his tangled heart.

Hearing that he didn't talk to him, Ji Qinglin didn't think much about it, and said to himself: "I'm afraid Liu Yihan will never get better. When I was drinking just now, looking at Mo Song's expression, I seemed to have lost half my life."

He looked up at Si Ruochen: "If you don't want me to be like this one day, you must take care of yourself, do you hear me clearly?"

Si Ruochen was stunned for a while, being poked at the center of the matter for no reason, his heart suddenly jumped, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Understood, master, don't worry, I absolutely hate to see you sad."

Seeing him, Ji Qinglin was no different, and these few days he was more obedient, thinking that he would stop being a monster, and gradually relaxed.

"That's fine."

The two walked slowly side by side, and the shadows under the moonlit night cuddled together.

Back in the room, Ji Qinglin felt sleepy for the first time, and fell down as soon as he touched the bed, feeling that his eyelids were a little heavy.

"It's probably because I was so tired last night, but now I feel extremely sleepy."

Even though he was half asleep and half awake, he didn't forget to pull Si Ruochen, dragged him to the bed, leaned into his arms, and fell asleep in a comfortable position.

Si Ruochen's eyes were finally no longer calm, there was pain, despair, reluctance, and nostalgia in them, all of which blended together and became extraordinarily complicated.

He softly called Shengsi Ruochen: "Master."

Ji Qing was too sleepy, so he answered vaguely.

"Um……"

"Master." Si Ruochen just called his name.

"Don't make noise...sleep..." Ji Qinglin closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep at any time.

Hearing Ji Qinglin's steady breathing, Si Ruochen approached, stared at the shadow under his eyelashes, looked at his jade-like face, and said softly to himself:

"If I die, will you fall in love with others in the future? Will you treat him as well as you treat me? When you completely forget me, you will."

He sighed.

"After all, my existence is like an episode in your long life, even short enough to see an episode, it's just a fragment, so inconspicuous..."

Si Ruochen looked at Ji Qinglin's eyes that suddenly opened, his voice stuck in his throat.

"You...how did you wake up?" His voice was a little unsteady.

It shouldn't be. After drinking that wine, he should have fallen asleep a long time ago. Ji Qinglin can last until now and he can understand it, but what's wrong with waking up after falling asleep?

Ji Qinglin's originally opened eyes were half-dozed, obviously drowsiness kept attacking him.

His voice was vague but persistent:

"You are not allowed to die...and you are not allowed to die..."

Under the quilt, he was still holding on to Si Ruochen's wrist.

"...Do you hear me clearly..."

His eyelids dropped and lifted again, struggling to hold on.

"it is good."

After Si Ruochen said this, Ji Qinglin seemed to be relieved at last, and his eyelids that were about to fall were relieved.

Si Ruochen stared at his closed eyes, hugged him tightly with both hands, and murmured at the corner of his mouth:

"Master...Master..."

Ji Qinglin could no longer hear his voice, and could no longer answer him. In the huge room, Si Ruochen was the only one left crying in pain.

When Ji Qinglin took the Gu worms from Bai Yue, he thought about finding a chance to plant them for Si Ruochen when he returned to his room.

However, he didn't expect that he would feel drowsy as soon as he returned to the room, and gradually put that matter behind him.

He didn't expect Si Ruochen to ask Mo Song to help, nor did he think that Mo Song would agree.

Everything was in Si Ruochen's deliberate calculation, going in the opposite direction to Ji Qinglin's expected direction.

The two people in the room were lying together, having different dreams in the same bed.

This time, Ji Qinglin's dream was blank, nothing was left.

However, Si Ruochen had an unprecedented dream, which really made him not want to wake up.

In the dream, he returned to his childhood, his mother took him to play at the gate of the palace, the sound of laughter splashed, the flowers beside the palace wall bloomed wonderfully, with a faint fragrance, his mother smiled softly, everything was so beautiful.

A masked young man walked towards him. He was holding a child who was a head taller than him. His eyes were picturesque and his expression was cold, but he smiled when he saw him, as if he knew him. .

Si Ruochen ran over with strides, eyes glued to the child who was half a head taller than him.

The young man wearing a mask knelt down and said softly to him, "Your Highness, this is my adopted son, and he will accompany you from now on."

Si Ruochen asked the boy in front of him blankly:

"What's your name?"

The boy's eyes were full of arrogance and high spirits.

"Ji Qinglin."