The loyal dog of the villain Shizun is a and milky

Ji Qinglin wore a silver mask on his face, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of him, he didn't know what to say.

Si Ruochen spoke first, and frowned at him:

"who are you?"

who is he?He looked down at himself and touched the mask on his face. This mask seemed to separate him from the person in front of him, creating an insurmountable gap between the two.

He is Ling Qing, a soul from another world, and also his Ji Qinglin, but not the Ji Qinglin of this world.

The Ji Qinglin of this world is dead.

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, Si Ruochen didn't seem to care, and went straight out of the palace gate.

Ji Qinglin hurriedly followed.

The outside of the palace is similar to the inside of the palace, no one can be seen, and the whole palace is like an empty city.

"Where are the people here?" Ji Qinglin asked as he walked.

Si Ruochen glanced at him, then looked away, as if to confirm that he was not dumb.

His voice was a little hoarse, and his intonation was a little off when he started speaking, similar to his voice when Ji Qinglin rescued him in Xiyong's basement.

It must have been a long time since I spoke.

Sure enough, Si Ruochen said: "There is no one here, only me."

Ji Qinglin paused: "Then why don't you go?"

Si Ruochen didn't answer, he stepped through a palace gate, walked a few steps and stopped suddenly.

Ji Qinglin couldn't stop and almost bumped into him.

Si Ruochen looked at the grave in front of him quietly as if he hadn't noticed it, and walked over to gently stroke the dead leaves falling from the tombstone, and said softly, "He's here, I have to accompany him."

There was no inscription on the tombstone, but Ji Qinglin knew that he was buried in that grave.

Maybe Si Ruochen himself didn't know what to engrave on the tombstone.

Respect the teacher?He is not reconciled.

spouse?He doesn't deserve it.

In the end, he simply left nothing and wrote nothing, as long as he lies in it in the future, it is better than thousands of words on this monument.

But when Ji Qing was about to die, Si Ruochen was almost so strong that he could not be injured or die.

He is not even qualified to die for love.

Maybe it's because no one has spoken for too long, or maybe it's because the person in front of him inexplicably gives him a familiar feeling, or maybe it's nothing to care about now that he is like this.

He said to Ji Qinglin in an unsteady tone:

"I didn't expect him to die back then...but I didn't expect that he really didn't hide..."

If pain was used to describe Si Ruochen's eyes at this moment, Ji Qinglin felt that it was not enough. There were puzzlement, remorse, sadness, and confusion in those eyes, all of which were mixed together, like a bottomless black hole, which made people feel a sense of inadequacy. It's an illusion that nothing can be seen from inside.

Si Ruochen frowned, his slightly pale lips opened and closed weakly, and he spoke softly as if talking to himself.

"I hated him at that time, hated him to the core, but I never wanted him to die. Only I knew that no matter how much I hated him, I was not willing to let him die."

He looked down at the grave and laughed at himself.

"These words should be disgusting to him, right? Before he died, he should have been completely disappointed in me. Even in the next life, he would never want to see me again in the next life."

Touching the cold stone tablet, he didn't expect anyone to answer him at all, it was more like talking to himself, or to the person lying below.

Ji Qinglin was silent, and suddenly said: "He has pampered you for more than ten years, would he care about it just once?"

Si Ruochen was startled. 6

No matter how much Ji Qinglin indulged him back then, no matter how big the fault was, it was only a few innocuous words. The most serious thing was the overlord's hard bow on Qixi Festival, and he was willing to do the following one.

At the beginning, he just wanted to make up for the original debt, but later, at some point, his heart sank and he couldn't control it.

Indulging and pampering became subconscious.

Si Ruochen suddenly lost his mind, and his eyes kept changing.

Ji Qinglin's words seemed to be his life-saving straw.

Yes, he used to pamper himself so much, like himself so much, and would never be willing to hurt him, so how could he be willing to ignore him forever?

He kept hypnotizing himself, as if as long as he thought about it more, the fake would become real.

"Do you want to find him?" Ji Qinglin said suddenly.

At this time, he suddenly knew why he came here, and he was suddenly relieved.

His coming is inevitable, and the established ending is also inevitable.

He can't change anything at all.

Si Ruochen stared at him blankly, as if something was wrong with his ears.

"What did you say?"

"I have a way for you to find him, do you want to try?" Ji Qinglin continued to ask another question, even if he knew the ending, "But you can't accompany him to the end of his life, and you are not the one who will accompany him to the end. Are you going to do it again?"

Si Ruochen said without hesitation: "I just want to see him, even just once. For the rest of my life, I dare not expect too much."

The corners of Ji Qinglin's lips curled up under the mask, and he exhaled, "Go to Qianji Pavilion, someone there will tell you how to do it."

Si Ruochen walked out without saying a word, walked a few steps, looked back at the lonely tomb, and said silently: Wait for me.

Then he flew towards the direction of Qianji Pavilion, and the gears of this fate began to turn, and finally it would lead to the ending that Ji Qinglin already knew.

Looking at the figure from behind, Ji Qinglin wanted to stop him for a moment and tell him not to go, that life was not good for you.

But he knew that Si Ruochen would not listen to him, and his fate would not be changed by any word of his. He was trapped in the cycle of fate, like a pulled puppet, unable to get out.

At this time, Ji Qinglin should have left. He should obediently return to Qianji Pavilion, push the door, return to the original world, and then follow Xie Jincheng's words, return to Wanjianzong, and save his own life.

Losing his life for something that has no results, this kind of stupid behavior is not what he should do, nor what he will do.

A person like him should regard all this as a dream, forget it when he wakes up, and continue to be his own disciple in Wanjianzong.

Perhaps after hundreds or thousands of years, this matter will be forgotten by him, and he will never think of it again.

It should be like this normally, but for some reason, he didn't leave in the empty hall.

Outside the hall was his grave, and the people in the hall had already left, so he didn't know what he was waiting for.

In the end, he finally had to admit that he was stupid enough to want to stay here, because once he got out, Xie Jincheng would definitely take him away.

And he just wanted to stay in the world with Si Ruochen, even if it was just once.

I don't know how long I stayed there, I guess Xie Jincheng was going crazy looking for him, suddenly Ji Qinglin noticed something in the air, and he was stunned, with some disbelief in his eyes.

Si Ruochen?

He even felt that he missed that person so much that he had hallucinations.

He didn't dare to go out, he told himself over and over again, how could Si Ruochen appear here, he had already left and would not come back.

Illusions are all illusions.

But even though he was thinking this way, he couldn't control his footsteps, walked to the door of the hall step by step, and pushed the door open to go out.

He only had time to see Si Ruochen's leaving back, and then disappeared into the special door of Qianji Pavilion in an instant, with his breath still lingering in the air.

Ji Qinglin was dumbfounded, his eyes suddenly widened.

He remembered that this time should be the time when Si Ruochen was seriously injured and ran back to the Prince Regent's Mansion to look for him, but saw that he was going to marry Chu Yuan.

After his heart died, he returned to the original world and lay down in his own grave.

Ji Qinglin seemed to sense something, turned his head abruptly, and stared at his opened coffin.

A translucent body lay on the rotten bones. He closed his eyes tightly, holding the bones in front of him tightly with both hands, and the expression on his face seemed to be relieved and at ease.

As he lay there, his ethereal body became more and more transparent, as if blown by the wind, it would dissipate and then disappear without a trace.

Ji Qinglin's heart trembled violently, his fingertips trembled uncontrollably, he stared at him firmly, and shouted with difficulty:

"Si Ruochen?"

This soul is exactly the personality that he thought disappeared at the beginning, the person who was injured by him after rebirth, and who has nothing to love in life.

Ji Qinglin surrounded the thin soul tightly with spiritual power, pulled him out of the coffin, and imprisoned him by his side.

The scattered souls were all collected by him and reinjected into them, but it was still a remnant soul, even if Ji Qinglin used his spiritual power to keep nourishing him, it was difficult to guarantee that he would not just disperse.

You must find a place with plenty of spiritual energy.

Suddenly, Ji Qinglin thought of a place.

Qianji Pavilion.

Because of the attic that was systematized, the spiritual power in that entire area is no different from that in the cultivation world. Although it is thin, it is far better than any other place in this world.

In order to prevent being disturbed by others, he brought Si Ruochen's remnant soul into the formation, covering up the aura of the two of them.

There are thousands of illusions, both true and false, here, Xie Jincheng may not be able to find him.

I chose a place that can be regarded as very comfortable, where there are full of peach blossoms, which are always flourishing and picturesque.

He built another wooden house in the peach forest. There were tables and chairs outside the house. Si Ruochen watched him busy quietly, with no emotion in his eyes.

Ji Qinglin walked over and touched his transparent face.

"Don't like it?"

Si Ruochen only had a wisp of miserable soul, and he should have lost all five senses, so he couldn't hear what he said.

Ji Qinglin sighed, and didn't expect him to answer himself.

But he couldn't help talking to him, and then he laughed at his blank expression, smiled and fell silent.

As long as he is silent, the surroundings are silent.

It seems that all this is like a play he directed and acted on his own, and there will never be any response.

"Can you say something to me?" Ji Qinglin said with difficulty, "Si Ruochen?"

He smiled wryly and touched his translucent face, "Ignore me again, obviously when I was in the Prince Regent's mansion, I wanted to get closer to you so much, but you didn't want to talk to me at all."

Ji Qinglin leaned forward and kissed him, but his lips were icy cold to the bone.

"It's so boring for you like this. If you're too boring, I'm leaving."

Talking about leaving, but still here to accompany a puppet-like person year after year.

Si Ruochen didn't make any progress, but he was obviously getting weaker and weaker.

Xie Jincheng was right, if he stayed here any longer, he would really lose his soul.

Turning his head to look at the eye-catching man in red under the tree, but with a blank face, he suddenly said: "If you don't wake up, you may not see me again."

The peach blossoms here attract bees every year. Ji Qinglin made some candies with the honey brewed by the bees, which can be regarded as giving this bitter life a little sweetness and supporting himself to endure.

Si Ruochen didn't need to eat, so Ji Qinglin ate it by himself, and suddenly one day he handed him candy on a whim, just like coaxing a child.

"Hey, here it is."

Originally, he didn't expect him to respond, but Ji Qinglin's pupils shrank slightly in the next second, and he was startled.

After so many years, Si Ruochen finally had some reactions. He caught the candies a little slow and held them all in his palm. After a while, he held them carefully in front of Ji Qinglin.

He opened his mouth and said something very slowly and in a very small voice:

"for you…"

Just like many years ago, they were so poor that they could only go to Gongsun Ling's place to eat and drink every day, and Si Ruochen would always carefully put away the candies that others gave him, and then held them all in front of Ji Qinglin, smiling and raising his hands. face, said sweetly:

"Brother, here it is."