The system and Zhan Qingming were both stunned, and looked at the big guy.

"Don't, don't touch? Touch what? So, the golden ball? The kind that can jump? ”

"Yes."

The big guy nodded.

"That's a thing, well, the Destiny of Heaven streamer, the thing that binds the Heavenly Dao and maintains the operation of the world, it will explode if you touch it at will."

System: [!!!! Will blow up!! 】

Zhan Qingming: "!!! Yes! Will it blow up?! ”

One person, one system, scared fart.

His mother's!

In the mind, phew, it exploded in the sea of knowledge, and it would definitely blow him and the system until there were no bones left, and the dead could not die again!

Can't touch it!

You can't touch it!!

The whole body trembled in fright, and he almost cried out of the one-person-one-system system, and looked at the big guy with teary eyes.

"Take it, take it out—"

"Nope."

The big guy refused cold-blooded and ruthlessly.

"Wait for the return, soul, well, Xiao Bojun has passed the adaptation stage, and then return it, and now I will send it to you first."

I! No! Want!!

Zhan Qingming wanted to ignore everything, hugged the big guy's leg and cried.

He doesn't want this kind of thing!

I really don't want it at all!!

"It's enough to live until the day you die, soon."

The big guy ignored his pitiful appearance, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and explained as if soothingly.

"You have a good relationship with him, and the last words that don't need to be handed in hand can be passed on for a short time, don't panic, it'll be fine if you don't touch it."

After the words fell, he raised his feet and walked out, went to the housekeeper, and asked him to arrange Xiao Bojun's burial.

The current housekeeper is the grandson of the former butler of Master Ai, who died many years ago, lived to the age of 100, and died peacefully, without suffering from any illness and suffering, but only to the end of his body and death.

And, before the old housekeeper left, Master Ai gave the housekeeper position to his grandson, his grandson is a very honest and honest person, and he may not be able to do anything else, but the housekeeper is a good hand.

After all, the most reassuring thing for Mr. Ai is Ai Baobao, and he will definitely pave all her back roads, not to mention that there is also a Bojun and He San by her side, so although Master Ai is not too relieved, he is also at ease.

But he did a lot of calculations, but he didn't calculate that his family treasure could not only survive to the final finale, but also 'survived' Xiao Bojun to death, and he was ready to pit Zhan San to death, and he could still have nothing to do.

And, when the housekeeper heard that Master Xiao was gone, tears rolled down his eyes, and he ran towards Master Xiao's room.

Master Xiao has no children in his life and has no adopted children, so he takes care of him as a child and educates him, he really respects him, especially his love with the master, which is even more admirable.

And now, this man is gone.

That's it.

Like his grandfather and Mr. Ai, he was happy to bask in the sun with them yesterday, joking, but he could sleep for a while, and when he went to wake them up the next day, it was cold.

When the old man dies, it is a thing to be happy and fortunate to die without pain, at least they will not suffer from the pain of old age, but, but-

Life and death are sad after all.

The housekeeper hugged Xiao Bojun and cried, and Zhan San on the side wanted to cry.

He suppressed his sadness and patted the butler.

"Go, let's prepare for the future, he walked very happily, talked a lot with Ai Baobao, has untied the knot in his heart, and walked really happily and happily——"

Who knows, he is so comforted.

The housekeeper cried even louder.

While crying, he looked at Zhan San with teary eyes.

"Zhan Sanye - why doesn't the boss like Master Xiao, he obviously loves the boss so much, the two of them are completely natural, why didn't they get together, didn't have a child to send him to the end——"

These words made Zhan Qingming open his mouth and sigh.

"Feelings, reluctantly, you guys are already very good to Xiao Bojun-"

Otherwise, Xiao Bojun will still die with a knot in his heart, and he may be like this in his next life, which is the most pathetic and pitiful.

And, in fact, Xiao Bojun, who reopened his eyes, was indeed stunned.

Especially when he is still a child, he has the memories of his previous life, although he feels that there seems to be something missing in that memory, and he also feels that there is something between him and Ai Bao, and even when he finally closes his eyes, it seems that something happened, and he can't remember it, but it does not prevent him from recognizing the current situation at this time.

He's-

Reborn again?

This thought made him dumbfounded.

Now, how old is he?

Slowly sitting up from the corner, he looked down at his bony and wounded hands, and then looked up at the corpse-strewn ground, and his heart fell.

Ah, remember.

At this time, he was bumpy and wandering, and was robbed and killed by bandits, but he was not dead, but he was taken away by the boss of the troupe.

At this time, Ai Bao should be three years old, right?

Suddenly, he wanted to see the little girl again, to see how that little girl was different from what he remembered.

He always has a sense of dislocation of being in the scene and watching from the sidelines, and even the persistent and warm feeling of love in his memory, envy and confusion.

It looks like him, and it doesn't look like it, it doesn't look like him, but it's clearly him.

The unreal sense of vanity made him desperate to meet the little girl and see how he felt about her.

The feeling of sealing the demon forced him to get up regardless of it, forgetting the injuries on his body, forgetting the cold of winter, forgetting the tearing of the wind, forgetting that he had no shoes on his feet, and stumbled forward barefoot.

Ai Bao.

Ai Baobao.

Treasure.

Baby.

Let me take a look at you.

Let's see how you are different from what I remember.

Looking at it, I always feel that there is a layer of vague and unreal, as if it is you and not yours, who is it.

Take a look at what kind of liking I crave at a loss.

Let's see, what kind of experience it is for me to be single for most of my life, only guarding you.

Let's see if I'll like you now.

Let's see who I'm coming back for.

Let's take a look at the road ahead, how I should go.

Take a look, please let me look at you again.

Take a look, midnight dreams, the cold loneliness by the bedside, can I smooth it out.

Let's see if I can still walk the path that I lived for you in my previous life, as always.

When he stumbled all the way, like a little madman, he never stopped climbing mountains and seas, avoiding the claws of the devil, and when he came to Wencheng, he saw the little girl in the crowd at a glance.

Pink and tender, obedient and quiet, following a man's side, watching the man talk to others.

I don't know if it's a sense or what.

The little ball looked sideways at him.

That moment, this moment.

The surroundings were quiet, and the crowd receded, leaving only the beautiful and clear eyes of the little girl.

Suddenly.

Xiao Bojun smiled.

Ah, the current you, and the you in the previous life, it doesn't matter if you're the same person, and it doesn't matter if you're not alike.

And I don't care if I'm the one in my previous life, but I know that I'm now, I'm here here, I want to tell you that the girl I want to see is you.

(End of chapter)