The loyal dog of the villain Shizun is a and milky

"Si Ruochen?"

Ji Qinglin stood blankly by the edge of the empty barren valley, and only murmured softly, his eyes anxiously didn't know where to look, he hoped to hear an answer.

Then there was no sound he wanted to hear except for the whistling wind.

Ji Qinglin froze there, as if he had become a piece of sculpture.

Seeing the bewildered expression on his face, Xie Jincheng didn't even dare to call him, so he could only wait aside with a frown.

After a while, Ji Qinglin's body moved, he opened his mouth, and asked in an inaudible voice: "He will never come back...is he?"

He seemed to be asking Xie Jincheng, and he seemed to be asking himself.

But the answer to this question is obvious.

There was a pain in his heart that exceeded his limit, making his eyes black.

Xie Jincheng didn't speak, but just looked at him worriedly.

Suddenly, Xie Jincheng's eyes widened and he called out anxiously: "Ji Qinglin!!"

Ji Qinglin suddenly leaned up, spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, then lowered his head and fell down slowly.

Xie Jincheng rushed over to catch him.

Ji Qinglin felt as though all the strength in his body had been taken away, and he was overwhelmed by fatigue, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the rarely seen anxious expression on Xie Jincheng's face in front of him gradually blurred.

So sleepy and tired.

He just wanted to sleep well, not to think about anything, and not to be sad.

"Ji Qinglin... Ji Qinglin! Don't sleep yet!"

The eyelids became heavier and heavier, and Xie Jincheng's voice became more and more distant. Finally, he finally fell into the boundless darkness...

Deep in his memory, he remembered the time when he first met Si Ruochen a long time ago.

That's how it all started.

……

Outside Pingyang Pass, sand and rocks are flying.

At the end of the desert, the orange-red setting sun cast three long shadows, clinging to the scorching hot yarn ground.

A tall white figure stood aside, frowning slightly, his handsome face was black and blue.

"Ji Qinglin, should you explain to me?"

He pointed to the child who seemed to be only five or six years old in the other party's hands.

The child received a fatal sword in the heart, his face was pale, and he had already lost his breath, but as time passed, the bloody wound gradually healed, and on the newly grown chest, the naked eye began to walk away. ups and downs.

The boy holding the child looked only eleven or twelve years old, with picturesque eyebrows and a pair of peach blossom eyes full of smiles, looking at the dark-faced young man beside him, with a bit of spoiled willfulness.

There was a cut in his hand, blood flowed out from there continuously, and then all of it got into the child in his arms.

Xie Jincheng stared at this scene, sneered and cursed:

"Master asked you to come here to heal your wounds, not to be a living Bodhisattva."

He wanted to stop it, but Ji Qinglin had already started, and he didn't know what would happen if he interrupted at this time.

It wasn't until almost, that the child's face turned rosy, and the injuries on his body could no longer be seen, that Ji Qinglin stopped.

"You only come to see me once in ten years, how boring I am here alone, can't I find someone to accompany me?"

He clapped his hands, looked at the child in his arms, and pinched his fair face with two fingers.

Ji Qinglin was stunned by the soft touch on his hand.

So soft...

He rubbed that cheek again, staring at that face in a daze.

"And he's really good-looking, much better than those stereotyped dull-looking ones in the sect."

Most cultivators are handsome in appearance, full of fairy spirit, but they are all the same, they are always clean and clean, like the snow lotus on Tianshan Mountain, Ji Qinglin has long been tired of seeing them.

This child's facial features are exquisite and compelling, especially gorgeous, like a rich and colorful picture painted with the most colorful colors, but because of his young age, it is like a layer of tulle covering it, which makes the gorgeous colors less.

Ji Qinglin especially wants to know what this person will look like when he grows up.

"He was a person who was going to die. You saved him now, messing up his luck and messing up your own luck." Xie Jincheng scolded.

"Chaos is chaos. Didn't you teach me to do whatever I want in life? Why worry about things that haven't happened yet?"

Ji Qinglin didn't dare to tell him, but before that, he used his own blood to save a woman from the Merman clan, and nothing happened until now.

The woman went to Chillon to find her lover, and there was no news after that.

Xie Jincheng was so angry that he had nothing to say, but it was indeed taught by himself.

He was just about to say something more when he suddenly frowned.

I cursed secretly in my heart.

"Master is looking for me, I have to go back," he looked at Ji Qinglin, "Don't cause trouble, just restore your soul in an orderly manner, and wait for me to find a way to take back the blood you released later."

Ji Qinglin nodded.

Just as Xie Jincheng turned around, he remembered something, turned back and said to him: "You are here as if you have experienced calamity, but what the calamity is, Master and I can't figure it out, but it should be some suffering in the world, but you Don't mess with other people's fate anymore, the punishment of heaven is not so easy to escape."

Ji Qinglin waved his hand, indicating that he knew, and urged the nagging person to leave quickly.

"Brother, although I am only 11 years old, I have lived in Wan Jianzong for more than ten years. Don't treat me like a child, let's go."

Xie Jincheng glanced at him, then disappeared into a cloud of white light in the sky.

Ji Qinglin let out a breath.

"Finally gone."

He picked up the person in his arms and walked towards the town, and then found an inn. The waiter saw the two of them with their eyes wide open and kept looking out the door.

After confirming that there was no one there, he set his sights on the child whose hair hadn't even grown.

"Child, what about your adults?"

Ji Qinglin was annoyed by people calling him a child, and he had lived for a few years, so he clicked his tongue and said:

"Orphan, no father or mother."

The waiter gave him a sympathetic look.

He looked at the child on his back again.

"My brother." Ji Qinglin said one step ahead of him.

The waiter withdrew his gaze and shook his head:

"You need money to stay in a hotel, and you have money..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Qinglin threw a piece of silver in front of him.

"Is it enough?" Ji Qinglin raised his chin and asked.

"Enough, enough..." The shop clerk smiled happily while holding the money.

He saw that Ji Qinglin was wearing ordinary clothes, and also saw that the child on his back was wearing tattered clothes, so he thought he had escaped from somewhere.

Now it seems that the money was either stolen by him, or that these two little babies were young sons who sneaked out of some rich family.

The shop waiter didn't care about these things, and immediately led him to the room.

"Guest officer, this is your first room. If you need anything, you can call the younger one."

Ji Qinglin took a look at the house, it was still clean and tidy, although it was not as good as his residence in Zongmen, it was passable.

After putting the child on the bed, Ji Qinglin asked the shop waiter to boil water and bring it in, while he ran down by himself.

Not long after, the waiter came up with hot water, and was surprised to find that Ji Qinglin had already returned to the room.

He thought to himself, didn't he just run outside, why did he come back so quickly?This foot power is too good!

Ji Qinglin asked him to pour water into the bathtub and let him go down. He turned around and was about to throw the child he picked up into it, but he met a pair of big eyes.

"Are you awake?" Ji Qinglin folded his chest and looked at him.

The child's delicate facial features moved, and he nodded slowly.

"Yeah." The milky voice responded childishly.

Ji Qinglin felt that he had been hit by [-] critical points, and finally couldn't help pinching his face.

The child frowned, wondering why the good-looking brother in front of him wanted to pinch him, but he didn't move, and let him pinch him, so obedient.

Ji Qing thought to herself, it's so cute.

The main reason is that the youngsters of Wan Jianzong all have serious faces. They are not very old, but they all imitate those old men and put on a show. It is the first time to see such soft and sticky ones, and they can't put it down.

Ji Qinglin withdrew his hand and raised his chin towards the bathtub.

"Take off your clothes and jump in, wash them before going to bed."

The child nodded and took off all his clothes. Like a little snowman, he was going to listen to Ji Qinglin's words and climb into the tub, but he was too short to even touch the edge of the tub, so he could only stick out The little hands jumped on the ground.

Ji Qinglin laughed, walked over, picked him up, and gently threw him in.

"Wash well, and don't come out without washing."

The child washed himself seriously, rubbing hard, and some places were red from rubbing.

After washing for a while, he raised his big eyes to look at Ji Qinglin, and asked innocently:

"Brother, are you a fairy?"

Ji Qinglin raised his eyebrows: "Why do you ask that?"

Pointing to his chest, the child said in a grandma's voice, "The wound is gone."

He gestured with a short arm.

"There used to be a big hole here, which hurt a lot, but now it's gone, and it doesn't hurt anymore."

He looked at Ji Qinglin in surprise and smiled sweetly.

Ji Qinglin tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly leaned over:

"Why aren't you afraid of me? Are you not afraid that I'm a bad guy?"

The child looked at him and shook his head.

"My brother saved me, so my brother is not."

Ji Qinglin smiled and asked:

"What's your name?"

After picking up a child, you must ask the name clearly. After thinking about it, you asked again, "Where is the family? I will take you back."

Although he likes this child very much, it's not good to occupy it directly. The parents must be crazy if they lose their child.

The child seemed to be frightened, his little face turned pale with fright, and he looked at Ji Qinglin tearfully, and began to cry with his mouth curled up: "No... I won't go back, I don't want to go back, brother, don't send me away..."

Ji Qinglin was at a loss when he saw him crying, he had never coaxed a child in his age.

And as soon as he cried, the crystal shark pearls fell into the water one by one, glowing inside.

Ji Qinglin seems to know why he was so viciously beaten at such a young age...

"Okay, okay, I won't send you back, don't cry."

He thought to himself, could it be that the child was abused at home?So scared to go back?

He wiped the child's red eyes with his hands, and said, "Then you should tell brother what his name is?"

The child sniffed, blinked, and shook his head under Ji Qinglin's expectant gaze.

"forget……"

Ji Qinglin sighed, pinched his face, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Then I'll give you a name."

The child looked up at him.

Ji Qinglin hooked her lips.

"Si Ruochen."