Those Years When the Demon King Undercovered the Immortal Gate

"You...what's wrong with your eyes?" Sima Xun stared at Luo Zichen and asked.

Before Luo Zichen could answer, the little boy who came in next to the girl from the Li family said loudly: "Don't you know? Mr. Chen's eyes can't see, everyone knows..."

Hearing her younger brother's sudden words, the girl from the Li family quickly squeezed his hand, and looked at Luo Zichen with some trepidation.Seeing that Luo Zichen didn't seem to be angry, he was slightly relieved.

When Sima Xun heard this, he froze in place.Even if Luo Zichen had sealed his spiritual power, this would not be possible, unless it was when Luo Zichen came here from Changyao, at that time he was already... invisible.

Sima Xun stood where he was, a little lost.

"Sir, I have guests, so I'll go first..." The girl from the Li family said to Luo Zichen.

Luo Zichen nodded slightly.

She walked outside the door, and turned around to say something more: "In two days, it will be the Lantern Festival, and there will be a lantern festival in the town. Everyone in the village will go, if you want to..."

"No need."

She didn't dare to force it, and everyone knew that Mr. Chen didn't like to be lively, so she took her brother's hand and left in a hurry.

At this time, snowflakes were falling in the sky, and the winter sunset was still hanging on the top of the mountain in the distance, reflecting the falling snow into gold.

Luo Zichen slapped open the peach blossom wine sent by the girl from the Li family, put it in a clay pot and put it on the burning stove in the house to warm it up. When the wine on the stove gradually warmed up, he invited Sima Xun to come into the house wine tasting.

Sima Xun came back from a moment of daze, went into the room and sat down, and asked dryly, "When did it happen?"

Luo Zichen: "What?"

Sima Xun: "Eyes."

Luo Zichen: "I don't know."

Sima Xun lowered his eyes, that was before Luo Zichen sealed his spiritual power.

There was a lot of worry in his heart, he had never experienced such a feeling of fear before, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

After pinching the wine glass in his hand for a while, he remembered something again, and continued to ask: "You...know that you have amnesia?"

Luo Zichen: "I know."

The past is blank, no matter who it is, there is always something to feel.

"I don't want to...don't want to know about my previous identity and what happened in the past?"

"It doesn't make much difference whether you know it or not." Luo Zichen replied calmly.

Sima Xun's hand holding the quilt slightly tightened.

Then a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Before that, he had been thinking of killing Luo Zichen, but now this person was sitting in front of him defenseless and resistant, and he had long since lost such thoughts.

He was in a complicated mood, and he couldn't even taste the taste of peach blossom wine. After drinking three glasses of wine, he said in a daze, "I'd better take my leave first."

After speaking, he was about to stand up and plan to leave.

At least temporarily away.

Hearing what Sima Xun said, Luo Zichen was obviously taken aback with his slightly expressive face.

After a while, he raised his head to face Sima Xun, and said slowly, "It's still early, and the wine in the jug is still half full. Since you and I have known each other before, why don't you stay and talk to me about the past, maybe I can Remember."

Sima Xun looked at Luo Zichen suspiciously.

Previously, Luo Zichen obviously didn't care about his past memories, why did he ask him about his past now.

He squeezed the wine glass in his hand, and after a while, he suddenly realized.

Although Luo Zichen usually looks like a gentleman, he actually knew this person not long after he met him. This guy has a dark belly, and he always hides half of what he says.

Right now, he actually doesn't intend to know what happened to him in the past at all, and these words are probably meant to keep him.

Just like when Luo Zichen wanted to let him go during the battle between immortals and demons 3000 years ago, he always found various reasons.

But now Luo Zichen has no memory at all, it is not an exaggeration to say that he met him for the first time, this behavior is really strange.

He sat down slowly, "What do you want to know?"

Luo Zichen took down a jug of wine that was hot on the stove, poured a full glass into the wine glass, acted like an ordinary person, and then said: "It's between you and me."

Sima Xun's eyes drooped, and the fingertips on the table retracted imperceptibly, and it took a long time before he showed an unclear expression on his face.

"The enemy of life and death."

Luo Zichen, who was sitting across from him, seemed a little surprised, the muscles on the arm that slipped out of the cuff were slightly tense.

But after a moment, calm was restored.

"Aren't you worried?" Sima Xun asked.

Luo Zichen gave a rare smile: "Then you can kill me."

Sima Xun smiled wryly.

There was a sour feeling in my heart, they were enemies of life and death, but he fell in love with him, nothing else mattered, how could he kill him...

Although Luo Zichen said earlier that it was still early, in fact, there was only a ray of sunset on the top of the mountain in the distance.

After chatting a few words and drinking a few cups of warm wine, there is only a bright moon left in the sky, which is not yet full.Under the clear moonlight, fine snow gradually covered a layer, and the eaves and trails were covered with a vast expanse of white.

"Just now you called my surname Luo, and my name Zichen?" Luo Zichen continued.

"Not bad." Sima Xun nodded.

"I don't know your name yet."

"Sima Xun." Sima Xun didn't hide anything.

When the two of them said this, Luo Zichen suddenly fell silent.

Seeing this, Sima Xun asked: "What?"

"I have something, maybe it has something to do with you." Luo Zichen said.

After speaking, he flicked his slender, white fingertips around his waist, and took off a jade pendant. On the corner of the jade pendant, was engraved with the word "Xun".

Sima Xun looked at the things and felt a bulging feeling in his heart.He reached into his bosom, where was the other half of the jade pendant.

"I have something too." After a moment of silence, he took out the thing from his bosom, held it in his palm, and spread it out by Luo Zichen's hand.

Slender fingers came up and rubbed gently in his palm.

The other party's fingers were a little cold, but the place where he touched his palm inadvertently burned badly.

Sima Xun's breathing was slightly rapid.Xu Shi's drunkenness only picked up strength at this time, the base of his ears turned a little red, and his mind was also a little blurred.

Luo Zichen tasted the jade pendant in his palm carefully with his fingers, and his fingertips finally landed on the small letter on the lower right corner of the jade pendant, running over it over and over again.

At this time, Luo Zichen suddenly spoke softly, his voice was low and hoarse as if he was enduring something: "Xiao Xun."

"What..." Sima Xun stared at Luo Zichen, bit his lower lip with his upper teeth and said softly.

Luo Zichen didn't speak, followed by a long silence, an unusual atmosphere gradually filled the air.

Sima Xun's gaze wandered, and fell on the white snow that had piled up little by little outside the door.After a long time, he began to slowly withdraw his outstretched hand under the opponent's fingertips bit by bit.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the other party suddenly clasped his slowly retreating fingertips with five fingers.

The wine in the jug on the stove was boiling, and the air was filled with the smell of peach blossom wine.

The sudden contact made Sima Xun gasp nervously, he felt his heart was about to jump out of his body.

"You..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was very hoarse, and it was stained with a thick tinge.

Feeling the other party's gradually tightening fingers, everything seemed to be in utter silence.

Sima Xun's throat rolled, and he took the initiative to meet him.

……

The bamboo door was ajar, and occasionally there was the sound of charcoal cracking in the fire.

The beating firelight illuminated the table on the bamboo couch that had been thrown aside, and the overlapping figures behind the table.

Light snow fell outside the house, and the world was silent, only the intermittent vibrato that was extremely forbearable could be heard.