Night, late at night.

The gauzy mist shrouded the grass and trees in the mountains softly and delicately.

Cicadas sing in the trees and fluttering leaves, and crickets mourn in the grass. They echo each other, boisterous and sad.

Rong Wuyi found a tree heel that was not soaked by the cold, sat down leisurely and soothingly, and waited quietly.

Cloud shuttle.

These two words turned a thousand times in Rong Wuyi's heart.

He was in his own world, frowning, thinking about the details that had been swept away by the torrent of time.

Yun Suo, the first and last time I saw him in my previous life. It's like an old man on the verge of death, and under his young body, a scarred soul hides. Exhausted, with nowhere to settle down and no way to escape.

And after Yunsuo cut himself off, Old Man Zhong collapsed and couldn't survive for much time, and passed away one after another.

The word love hurts others and hurts oneself.

A wisp of squeak, faint swallowing, if intermittent. From far to near, melodious with a kind of sad knots, liver and intestines broken rhyme.

Yes, that's the sound.

I thought it was haunted, and I was so scared that I didn't go out for days. Rong Wuxian stared at the young man looming in the lush woods.

A dark blue satin silk shirt, a silver silk is better than snow. It sets off his eyebrows and eyes to be more picturesque and independent.

"Meow?" please forgive Rong Wuyi for this special and strange way of greeting.

The boy was slightly stunned, and turned to look in the direction of the sound. I saw a little boy about 5 or 6 years old come out of the bushes. On his fair little round face, a pair of dark eyes made his delicate facial features look even more demagogic in the dark.

"Do you want to drink?" Yung Wuyi didn't give him the slightest chance to ask questions. You know, it's a waste of time to ask me to answer this kind of game.

"Don't drink it. Thank you. The boy politely declined out of a good upbringing.

“…… Oh ~ "It's really troublesome to play cards out of common sense."

It's right not to drink it, okay? Whose child doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, runs into this deep mountain and cats. You don't have to think about it to know it's not normal, okay?

Rong Wuyi sat down cross-legged at will ten steps away from the young man, took out the wine that had been carefully prepared to be held in a bamboo tube, pulled out the bamboo lid, and let the aroma of wine spread wantonly.

The rich green bamboo fragrance is fragrant, elegant, and refreshing. ignited the softest memory in the heart of the teenager.

"Drink?" asked Rong Wuyi again, tilting his head.

"Drink. ”

Well, Rong Wuyi swallowed the words that he was going to persuade in his stomach. Cover the bamboo lid and throw a bamboo tube to the boy.

"M, I'm Mantis. The young man caught the bamboo tube that was thrown over and said calmly.

"............" Rong Wuyi was slightly surprised, and couldn't help but glance at the silver-haired boy, who was blind to such a beautiful boy!

Piao Piao or something, the most annoying!

I don't know what Old Man Zhong will do if he knows that Yunsuo's lover is a ghost cultivator?

"Little Jiu. I'm the neighbor of the Yunsuo elders!" Rong Wuyi didn't know how to introduce himself. In this life, he hadn't had time to see Yun Suo. "The relationship is very good, the kind that is very good!"

"Yes. "The moth will carry out calmly to the end.

"Hmm. None of this matters!" asked Rong Wuyi, anxious. "I just want to know what happened to you and Brother Yun Suo?" Or maybe you have some enemy who caused you to die, and then Yun Suo has nothing to love.

"It doesn't matter anymore. It seems to be calm and unwavering, but there is a faint arrogance and grievance.

Please don't make trouble!