Qiankun's brows were furrowed tightly, and his hands were clutching the corners of his clothes, as if he was entangled in a nightmare. People may forget many things, but they are sealed in a corner of the mind, the depths of the soul to be exact. Ji Ruxi wants to help him chase away the nightmare and enters his dream.

In the dream, a group of people were fighting hard, and they saw that the men in black were getting more and more outnumbered.

"Lord, you go quickly, we cover your retreat." A man in black with a sword raised.

The man who was called the Lord looked cold and resolute, and his physical strength gradually failed, and he used his last strength to send away the last three companions around him, and he was surrounded by the forbidden legion. This is the imperial palace, and there is still some distance from Ji Ruxi's bedroom. Ji Ruxi burst into tears, and she could recognize it at a glance as her Shangguan Qing.

"Brother Qing, Qing, I'm here, let's go together." Ji Ruxi ran over and wanted to hug Shangguan Qing, but she didn't even see his last face, only a cold head. Her body passed through his, and these were memories, phantoms.

Ji Ruxi saw Chu Zhehan walk out. "I didn't think you were all gone, and you dared to cast a net, it's stupid."

Shangguan snorted coldly. "Chu Zhehan, Ru Xi, she loves you so much, you treat her so much, you are really not human."

Chu Zhehan went up and punched Shangguan Qing, and bright red blood oozed from his mouth.

"You say that stupid woman, is she worthy of your death? Shangguan Qing, do you think that woman really loves me, she doesn't know what love is at all. Hand over the treasure box, and I'll spare your life. Chu Zhehan looked at Shangguan Qing condescendingly.

"I don't have any treasure box at all, since I can't save her, what's the use of living. Ru Xi is my greatest happiness to meet you in this life, but I don't have time to say I love you in person, I don't want to just be your brother, in the next life, wait for me. Shangguan Qing bumped into the knife of the guard next to him.

"Don't, don't ......" Ji Ruxi was almost crazy.

"It's not so easy to die like this." He pulled out his knife and cut off his head. "Didn't you want to see your Ru Xi? I have perfected you. ”

Ji Ruxi's hands were bruised, and her nails were pinched into her flesh. She saw Shangguan Qing's soul float out and float all the way to her dormitory, watching herself commit suicide, as if she was now watching him being killed, powerless.

Black and white impermanence found Shangguan Qing and did not collect his soul, what they were saying Ji Ruxi couldn't hear clearly, they gave Shangguan Qing a bowl of tea-like things, and led him all the way to Qingping Town.

The little boy in Qingping Town is named Wu Xuanqi, his parents are all gone, he is only four years old, no one cares, and he starves to death at home. Shangguan Qing's soul lived in Wu Xuanqi's small body and miraculously survived. It's just that he has a long scar on his neck and won't talk again. Ji Ruxi knew that it was the traces left by the beheading, probably because he couldn't let go of such a pain in the depths of his soul and brought it over.

Everyone said that he was a broom star and avoided him, and he was very helpless and miserable. He didn't even know what he was doing wrong. No child dares to play with him, eats anything when he is hungry, and even goes to grab food with cats and dogs. He didn't know why people hated him so much, just because he didn't have any relatives. Until he met Ji Ruxi again, he felt a warmth that he had never felt before.

Ji Ruxi drove away the nightmare for him, he opened his clear eyes and saw the tears left by Ji Ruxi, and he was at a loss for a while. He couldn't make any sound, and for the first time he hated himself for not being able to speak.

Ji Ruxi touched his immature little face and signaled him not to blame himself. "We will never be separated again, and no matter what happens, no one can take you away from me." Ji Ruxi hugged his small body. Qiankun lay on her shoulder and sobbed slightly. Even if he never saw him shed a tear no matter how hard he was, Qiankun secretly swore in his heart: "Sister, I want to become stronger, protect you well, don't let you shed a single tear, we will never be separated." ”

Zhang Zifan opened his eyes and looked at the two people who hugged each other affectionately, and was stunned: "Ru Xi, you are not hungry and don't even let go of such a young child." "Little Bun is also awake." Hug hey, the little bun should also be hugged, the main silver. The milk voice got into Ji Ruxi's arms, and the originally warm atmosphere was destroyed by these two strange things without a trace.

"Little Bun, do you know what's inside the box enshrined in the temple?" Ji Ruxi wanted to confirm again in her heart that Xiao Baozi has now gone through more than 10,000 years, and since the demise of the female hermitage, it has been following the holy daughter of the Ji clan.

"Oh, it's the box that used to live next to us. I remember it was brought back by the envoy of the dragon, and we didn't live in the temple at that time. The box was black and gloomy from morning till night, and then after a long time, the power in the box grew, and the Holy Maiden let us live in the temple and watch it. No one has ever opened it, I don't know what it is. After Xiao Baozi finished speaking, he tickled, and the two of them ran out to play.

"It seems that there is really a wisp of soul in it, and the tear crystal is not looking at them, but using its own power to purify them. Later, the tear crystals were broken, even if you don't go, they will come out, and Chu Zhehan didn't let go of the Ji clan just to get the power in this box. After Zhang Zifan finished speaking, he was startled, what is the emperor of the human world looking for such an evil force.

"Good thing it's on me." Ji Ruxi felt that things were getting more and more complicated. Zhang Zifan nodded, obviously agreeing with Ji Ruxi's statement. Although Ji Ruxi has hatred in her heart, she has never hurt innocent people. Just like the original female lure has a good nature, even if she is sometimes controlled by the calve, it is difficult to change her kind nature. There is only one point, don't anger her, when the clan is wiped out, the lives of 30,000 people will be over, will she become a devil one day? Zhang Zifan became even more worried after thinking about it, if so, how would he deal with himself.

The place I went this time was very desolate, and there was no one in the radius of a hundred miles, so I could only survive on the only dry food left. The collapsed houses here were all destroyed by fire, and judging by the scale, it should have been a prosperous place before. Zhang Zifan walked into a ruin and picked up a handkerchief, the left corner of which had been burned, but otherwise it was in good condition. The embroidered red plum blossom on it is lifelike, it can be seen that it is a clever girl, and the satin is also a high-quality snow satin, so it seems that it was born in a large family, and I don't know if it is still alive.

Zhang Zifan touched the slippery satin and was reluctant to throw it away, and stuffed it into his arms.

That night, Zhang Zifan saw a young woman dressed in white and dancing. Zhang Zifan sat in a luxurious hall drinking tea, and the woman danced in the hall, and her face could not be seen through the veil.

The graceful posture made Zhang Zifan blush, perhaps because he drank wine, Zhang Zifan comforted himself like this.

"Good dance." Zhang Zifan applauded, and the woman stopped dancing shyly.

"Dare to ask the son if he likes the dance of the slave family." The woman's head was lowered, probably trying to hide her red face.

"Like, like." Zhang Zifan nodded nymphomaniacly.

"The little girl has been here alone for a long time, seeing that the son is dignified and upright, she is willing to commit herself to marrying the son, what does the son think." At this moment, the woman in white was snuggling up to Zhang Zifan's side, looking at Zhang Zifan affectionately. Zhang Zifan was a little dizzy by this sudden news, and there was a special aroma on the woman's body. Zhang Zifan nodded, and the two of them worshiped heaven and earth like this.

Zhang Zifan lifted the veil of the woman in white.

The long black hair is coiled into a bun, the jade hairpin is loose and loose, the long beads tremble and hang down, swaying between the temples, the eyebrows are not described, the skin is white and greasy like fat without applying powder, the lips are pursed, the beauty is like a danguo, and the big eyes like an apricot pit look forward to the ten thousand styles between the glasses, which is not charming. Zhang Zifan swallowed his saliva: "I don't know what Miss's surname is, and who calls her." ”

"The little girl's real name is Lu Jinqing, and Zi Fanfujun should call me a lady now." The woman's cheeks flushed, and her voice became more gentle and beautiful.

"How does the lady know my name, I have never seen the lady before." Zhang Zifan wondered, why was he so confused that he was going to get married, what about Ji Ruxi? What about Qiankun? And that naughty little bun? Wrong.

"Isn't my silk handkerchief still in my husband's arms?"

"Husband, husband." There was only Lu Jinqing's call in his ears, and Zhang Zifan, who opened his eyes, looked around, still lying in front of the burned open space. Xiao Baozi and Qiankun slept soundly, only Ji Ruxi stared at him strangely.