The sky is light, the birds are tired, and the sun is dry.

Sheng Ling walked into an inn with He Zichen on his back, asked for a room, instructed the shopkeeper to prepare meals and hot water, put He Zichen on the bed, and sat on the side and looked at him silently.

This face is all too familiar.

In the past three years, he has carefully traced countless times in the cave of Wufu Peak, so familiar that when he closes his eyes, he can see the appearance of this face in his mind, and even the small brown mole between his eyebrows is clear.

But since he woke up, it seems that he hasn't looked at him so seriously for a long time.

Many people say that He Zichen was born well, and he has been piercing since he was a child, and He Zichen himself often boasts, but Sheng Ling can't see it. Except for paying a little attention when they met for the first time, every glance after that, no matter how beautiful or ugly, he only knew that this was He Zichen's face.

This person is also too familiar.

Although it seems that there was no excessive communication between the two when they were young, and even he thought that they could only maintain such a salty relationship for about the rest of their lives, but occasionally when he calmed down and thought about it, he found that he remembered every bit about that person.

The first time I saw He Zichen was in the garden of the palace. At that time, he and Shizun had just returned to the palace and were about to go to see the monarch, but on the way they met He Zichen, who was sneaking out to play.

Sheng Ling silently looked at the child in a bright brocade robe, with red lips and white teeth, talking to himself while walking, and from time to time he showed a little innocent and cunning smile, as if he was always idle, he pinched a flower casually, and couldn't help but pounce when he saw a grasshopper, as if all this was full of fun.

Sheng Ling didn't know what fun those mundane things had, so he was so focused that he didn't even see him and Shizun standing here.

That guy ......, though. Looks so naughty, just like those nasty ghosts, huh.

"It seems that Sheng Ling likes Xiao Gongzi very much, he is indeed a cute child." Thinking like this, the sound of the master laughing sounded in his ears, and Sheng Ling's heart jumped, his cheeks became a little red in an instant, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

He thought a little flustered, he knew that the guy who pulled flowers and caught grasshoppers really didn't see anything cute at all, just like his brothers who played all day long, he didn't like such people...... Quietly looking up and looking over there, he compromisedly thought, well, maybe there is a little, a little bit of liking.

He raised his head to look at the master and pointed at the child, his eyes showing a little curiosity.

"Sheng Ling wants to ask the name of the little boy?" Shizun can always see through his mind at a glance, but he doesn't tell him, "This is it...... Wait for him to tell you himself. ”

Soon, Sheng Ling saw the child about his age for the second time, when he was painting with his first friend, when the little boy suddenly rushed in from outside and rushed towards a milk swallow and hugged Shizun.

“…… I have missed you for forty-nine days and forty-eight nights. The child said to the master, and the crisp children's voice was deliberately softened, sounding a little well-behaved.

Sheng Ling bent the corners of his mouth, and wanted to laugh a little, but he was a little disdainful in his heart, lying finely, this was simply flattery. But more is envy, he has never taken the initiative to hug his master.

And the little boy, he only saw Shizun in his eyes, and he didn't see him at all, even if they played together later, the guy named Chenchen never noticed him. For Sheng Ling, who was still young at the time and longed for a playmate, it was a little disappointing.

He likes and cherishes the eldest prince very much, but he has been quietly hoping that the little prince can say a few more words to him, and this vague and awkward careful thought probably no one has noticed except for the master, including himself.

But when He Zichen began to talk to him frequently, he couldn't be happy, Sheng Ling felt that He Zichen must hate himself very much, otherwise why would he always bully himself, obviously not like that to Ziyang.

He began to feel a little apprehensive, and he didn't know where he was annoying, so he was more careful from then on.

But after a long time, the little boy's self-esteem was revealed little by little like a stone in the water, and he began to be unable to bear such a "different treatment", he knew that he had done nothing wrong, why should he bear He Zichen's hatred?

Anyway, he hates He Zichen very much, and if he is hated, he will be hated, but don't want to trouble him again.

So, I learned to ignore, fight back, and retaliate, and gradually it seemed that my heart was really light, and I no longer felt worried, and I no longer minded.

This kind of psychology has been reincarnated countless times, and whenever he feels that he really no longer cares, He Zichen will open his heart with a trivial matter.

This process is repeated over and over again, but each time it becomes more and more profound, and each time it makes him happy or sad, just like a rope that is being gently rubbed around and around, and finally one day it is broken with a "squeak".

Sheng Ling compromised.

He thought that he really had a shallow relationship with He Zichen, but after a little reflection, he found that since the first meeting, everything related to He Zichen was in front of him. There are some gentle emotions in my heart, like a little sweet sorrow, which makes people no longer have a little fighting spirit.

Let it be, let it be, it doesn't matter.

Sheng Ling's hand hung above He Zichen, wanting to touch his cheek, paused for a moment, but finally withdrew his hand.

He stared at He Zichen, his eyes were calm, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

The things that have happened over the years, from Ziyang's disaster, to the catastrophe of the Star Tower, to the frequent appearance of demonic energy, Zichen's departure from his soul, and then to the current experience along the way, seem to be disorderly, but he always feels that there is a connection between them, and there is only one line to connect them.

…… Someone led them to the Ten Mile Ghost Slope with the Lost and Divergent Path Formation, and they must have wanted to use the remnants of the Ten Mile Ghost Slope's heroic souls to achieve some kind of purpose......

The Yin soldiers of the Ten Mile Ghost Slope are neither ghosts nor evils, they cannot be surpassed or destroyed, and there is no threat of Zichen Dragon Qi, so it is really suitable to deal with them...... And among the three of them, it was He Zichen who was the most affected, so what "that one" really had to deal with was ...... He Zichen.

He Ziyang also said that someone wanted to kill He Zichen, but there was always something wrong with it, and it seemed that it was not just as simple as trying to kill He Zichen.

Zichen leaves the soul, ten miles of ghost slope...... Sheng Ling's mind turned, and he seemed to have found a common ground between these two things.

If the main messenger of these two things is the same person, then his purpose seems to be to make He Zichen ...... Soul separation.

The two methods adopted were only aimed at He Zichen's soul, but they had no effect on his physical body. What the person behind this curtain wants must be his body or soul, and that person seems to be more interested in He Zichen's soul, which makes Sheng Ling a little puzzled, after all, compared to a soul, the body with Zichen's dragon qi is obviously more worthy of plotting.

There must be something else he hasn't figured out. 166 Reading Network