The sky was dark, and □□twilight was approaching.

He Zichen and Sheng Ling wandered around the Tibetan Rainbow Palace for a long time, but they didn't find anything abnormal. The killing array outside the Zanghong Palace was arranged, and some people patrolled around, but they didn't hear about any disaster in the palace until dark.

But this qiē, compared to the demonic qi that has not yet dissipated from the branches of the phoenix wood, and the dozens of palace people who don't know about the people of the Hidden Rainbow Palace, it is really calm and weird.

The atmosphere sank along with the twilight, and the people were panicked, but there was nothing to say.

"Everyone disperses," Sheng Ling didn't seem to be worried, and dismissed everyone with a flat face, "There is no problem in the Zanghong Palace for the time being, so let's take turns to inspect other places first." ”

"It's been so long, it doesn't seem like a big deal, let's go too!" He Zichen's tone was relaxed, and he was still in the mood to joke, "I guess, about what kind of disease those flowers and trees have, the wind blew pollen on people, and by the way, people were also stunned." ”

Everyone: "......"

His Majesty's idea was really strange, and it wasn't so simple for anyone to look at, but seeing that the Holy Lord bowed slightly, it turned out to be a look of deep disdain, and they had to hesitate to believe it.

After the people in the Star Picking Tower dispersed, He Zichen grabbed Sheng Ling's sleeve, leaned on him like a boneless, and said lazily: "Hey, Sheng Ling, since you are here, come with me." ”

"yes, okay."

Sheng Linghui held his slightly trembling hand and nodded casually.

The two of them stuck together in an inseparable posture, and left slowly, turning a palace wall, and stopped in unison.

"Sheng Ling," He Zichen moved away from Sheng Ling, leaning against the palace wall with a pale face, and he said tremblingly, "Sheng Ling, do you have ......?"

"Yes." Sheng Ling replied quickly.

He Zichen stared at him nervously.

"In the mirror of the Hidden Star Pavilion before, a shadow flashed by, and that feeling was ...... Not people. Sheng Ling Dao also had some doubts in his eyes, "However, it doesn't seem to have any malicious intent." ”

"Yes......" He Zichen muttered softly.

Seeing that Sheng Ling's eyes were a little worried, he smiled weakly and bitterly, and he didn't understand in his heart, He Zichen, He Zichen, why are you so depressed?

"I haven't seen any shadows," He Zichen's eyes were a little empty, as if he had lost half of his soul, "I just feel ...... A very familiar feeling, like ......"

What does it seem? He Zichen couldn't say.

This feeling came inexplicably, but it was so strong, so strong that no matter how much he gagged, no matter how he pretended to be light, he couldn't ignore it.

His heart was pounding, but his hands and feet were cold, it felt like he was drowning, he was so flustered that he could barely breathe, and he wanted to struggle desperately, but he was completely powerless.

What is it? What the hell is it that makes him feel this way?! He Zichen's face was pale, but his eyes were terrifying, no matter what kind of bull ghost and snake god it was, he would dig three feet into the ground and find it out!

He Zichen took out two pieces of rune paper from his arms, slapped one on the door of Sheng Ling's head, and as soon as he pasted it on himself, the two disappeared in an instant.

In the distance, the lonely chirping of a lonely bird was heard, the light of the sunset gradually extinguished, and the sky became darker.

The two people who had become invisible walked back silently, heading in the direction of the Tibetan Rainbow Palace.

The phoenix wood flowers withered, and the last few wisps of demonic energy that were about to dissipate were like the ghost of a dead phoenix flower; He Zichen and Sheng Ling stood under the phoenix tree with bated breath, like two silent statues, staring motionless and listening.

Patches of jacarandas swayed in the evening breeze, and under the gloomy sky, they were blue and blue, like a ghost fire. Under the cover of this "ghost fire", Changhong is also like a ghost castle.

He Zichen didn't feel terrible at all.

Those attachments, sorrows, guilt, and remorse are silently noisy in the bottom of the heart, and all the feelings finally gather together and turn into a most affectionate name that is in the throat, about to be shouted out and finally lost.

However, it was like a layer of annoying fog that he could not see or touch.

As the night grew darker, the white moon on the horizon gradually rose and became brighter, and the two stood silently, neither of whom spoke.

A faint rustling sound sounded, and He Zichen's heart suddenly lifted, and his ears moved unconsciously, focusing on finding the source of the sound.

A certain door of Changhongju creaked open, and a black shadow flashed out, it seemed to want to leave quickly, but it hesitated.

It took a few steps in the direction of the Hidden Star Tower, and then stopped halfway through, looking at the Hidden Star Pavilion from afar, its body was surrounded by a faint black demonic aura, and it was like a terrifying nightmare in the night.

But the way it stood in the empty court was sad.

A crow crowed out of nowhere, and it subconsciously turned its head, and its face hidden in the shadows was suddenly exposed to the bright moonlight.

It was a young man's face, his appearance was ordinary, and his facial features might be a little handsome, but the pale complexion made this little handsome a little less, but a little scary.

It was this face that made the two people standing under the phoenix tree like they had been struck by lightning, and they only felt that a lightning bolt hit their heads and faces, making their hands and feet stiff, and they had no power to resist.

It's, no, it's him! It turned out to be him...... How could it be him?!

Sheng Ling's eyes widened, staring at the face that had never been unfamiliar, only to feel a chill all over his body, and his heart skipped several beats.

After staying for a while, Sheng Ling suddenly remembered something, and suddenly turned his head to look at He Zichen, only to see that he couldn't stop trembling, his face was a little pale under the moonlight, and a pair of eyes stared at the shadow in a daze, and there were a few flashes of stars in his eyes.

The figure was aware of it, and turned its face to look at them, the face overlapping with the memory, and countless fragments of memory came from the depths of the night.

He Zichen didn't have time to receive so many fragmentary memories, those noisy emotions were desperately looking for an exit, he trembled all over, and only by gritting his teeth did he not lose his temper too much.

It was a little far away, and that face couldn't really be seen in the night, but even if He Zichen closed his eyes, he knew what the person looked like, looked like, and what kind of eyes he had.

"Sub...... Yang ......"

He let go of his teeth little by little, and called out the name with a trembling voice, his voice shattered so that the night wind blew and drifted away.

The "man" seemed to hear his voice, but it didn't seem to hear it, and it moved a step in this direction, and then stopped, and it hung its head, as if it was a little depressed.

He Zichen tore off the invisibility talisman, unconsciously took a few steps forward, and unconsciously called over and over again: "Ziyang, Ziyang......"

The "man" raised its head, and it seemed to see He Zichen, his movements stiffened imperceptibly, and he didn't have time to avoid his eyes for a while.

Through the deep night and the long time, the eyes of the two pairs met in an instant.

He Zichen looked at it, and his heart twitched and was very sad, but he didn't know why he was so sad, just as he didn't know who was in front of him, but it made him want to step forward and hug him so much.

Sheng Ling was not much better at this time, he calmly walked to He Zichen, hugged his almost unstable body, and then took off the invisibility talisman, looked at the "person", his eyes were very hidden with deep nostalgia, and he called very softly: "Ziyang, you are back." ”

The "person" glanced at him, but there was no response, it turned around in silence and walked a few steps towards the gate, He Zichen pushed away Sheng Ling and hurriedly chased after him, "Ziyang! ”

Seeing that he was about to catch up, the "man" jumped and turned into a silhouette in the moonlight.

He Zichen's heart shrank suddenly, tears welled up in an instant, and he shouted hoarsely: "Brother-"

His voice was mournful and full of nostalgia, full of all the surging feelings.

The figure who jumped to the roof heard this shout, and his body stiffened slightly, but he still resisted and did not turn around, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the night.

The night breeze blows from afar, and the moonlight envelops the Tibetan Rainbow Palace.

He Zichen stood helplessly, his face full of tears, looking at the place where the shadow disappeared in a daze, and shouted in a low voice and pain: "Brother, brother...... Don't go ......"

"Zichen!" Sheng Ling rushed over and hugged him, his cold voice with obvious eagerness, "Zichen, how are you?" ”

All the memories came rushing in one after another, churning in his mind, He Zichen's head tingled for a while, the memories were broken and messy, he was eager to sort it out, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, and he was so anxious that his skull seemed to explode.

At this point, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything, he just reached out and tried in vain to grab the figure.

"Go to him...... Go find him, quick! He Zichen opened his eyes blankly, held his head in his hands, and whispered completely unconsciously, "Don't let him go, stop him, stop him!" ”

"Okay, I'll go find him, don't worry, don't worry."

Sheng Ling hugged him tightly and gently patted his back like a child, his eyes full of distress.

Sheng Ling raised his hand and put it on the back of He Zichen's head, the pure and gentle spiritual power soothed the noisy memories in his mind, the pain gradually lessened, He Zichen slowly stopped speaking, his eyes drooped tiredly, and the whole person fell to Sheng Ling, and finally fainted.

All the noisy fragments of memory calmed down, and little by little, they converged into my mind like a stream, all the blanks were filled, and the missing parts of the memory finally returned to their place.

He remembered.

From beginning to end, I remembered it completely.

Why was there a large gap in his memory before?

Because, from childhood to adulthood, almost all memories have the participation of that person, from babbling babies to young men in fresh clothes and angry horses, they witnessed all the laughter and tears of each other.

He subconsciously forgot about the man, so so many important memories were lost.

"Chenchen, are you in pain? Woo, Chenchen, you must wake up, as long as you are fine, my brother will listen to you in the future, can you wake up quickly? ”

"Okay, Ziyang...... Don't cry anymore, hey, don't cry, you've said you'll listen to me! ”

He Zichen closed his eyes, tears still flowed one by one, but the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously in his sleep, with an arc of sadness and joy.

He Ziyang, you're back.

That's nice.