These things came to him only today.

It seems that after entering Liang Wenxi's body, he suddenly remembered.

In the past, it suddenly split, I don't know what my surname is, I don't know where my home is, and I have no relatives.

I met my sister when I was most hesitant, and my sister disappeared ten days later, and he was also captured back to the Yin tribe, and was tortured with those people of the Yin tribe, with blood and pain, and when I came back to God, I found that I had become a ghost, dragging my tattered body.

At first, he didn't know that he was dead, so he fled out lifelessly, wanting to see his sister, but later found that others couldn't see him with the naked eye.

Even if a few people are psychic and can sense his existence, they are always afraid of him. At that time, he was not as familiar with the 'apparition' as he is now. If it were now, he would be able to see whoever he wanted, but at that time he didn't know how to use his power.

His sister is his only luck in the past ten years, and the only kindness and tenderness he has ever seen in this world.

Zhou Yanqing looked at him with a smile on his eyebrows, a little surprised that he was such a loving person.

It's only ten days, and it's almost a blink of an eye compared to a long ten years.

Zhou Yanqing couldn't help but think that when she first met, because she accidentally said 'brother', this ghost relied on her.

Maybe he was just subconsciously looking for the sister back then, or maybe he had been lonely for too long, hoping that someone would call him brother like he did back then.

Zhou Yanqing thought for a long time: "If you promise me that you will not hurt me and these people around me in the future, I will put away the whip and stop tossing you." ”

Yin Huaili glanced at her with a smile.

"I think my sister is really similar to my sister. It's been so long that I've forgotten what she looks like, but your eyes are very similar. "Pretending to be old-fashioned, more like.

Zhou Yanqing smiled. And the little fool Liang Wenxi was conscientiously writing eight characters and burning paper money, without disturbing the conversation between the two.

The night was getting deeper.

After Zhou Yanqing and Liang Wenxin returned to the palace to rest, Yin Huaili was floating in the palace.

He was probably a little dazed.

Others live for fame and profit, for emotion, for their families, anyway, they have to have a head.

And what about him? He's a ghost, he doesn't live or die, what is he here for?

Throughout the past ten years, it seems that I have nothing to do to look at the sky, look at the clouds, and when I have seen enough of the stars at night, I will look at the sun during the day, and so on, and have fun by myself.

But, it's boring.

Even if he calls another person as a 'sister' now, his heart is still empty.

I feel bored, and I don't want to end myself, maybe I'm waiting.

Waiting to see the little girl back then, this may be his obsession, and he cares why the other party suddenly disappeared and suddenly disappeared.

Speaking of which......

That kid, back then, should have been only six years old, right?

Now, then, it's time for sixteen......

Thinking like this, Yin Huaili suddenly remembered Chu Liumu and Jingci again.

He paused slightly, sharp in mid-air, frowned, as if he was entangled, and said to himself: "It can't be so coincidental, but ......"

suddenly remembered what Liang Wenxin had said a few days ago.

Liang Wenxin is the origin of the seven feelings, so if Liang Wenxin cares about a person very much, then the seven emotions must also care.

It's like it's predestined.