"Then why are you still helping me?" Luo Thorn looked at him steadily.

Sang Zhi looked at the ring he was holding in his hand, "Luoluo, I will also have someone I want to protect." He lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, "However, it is also my responsibility to bring back you as Ah Liao." ”

The corners of his mouth curled disdainfully, "What if I don't?" ”

"Luoluo, isn't it your long-standing wish to return to the mountains and seas? Trust me, I can help you. Sang Zhi sincerely stretched out his hand to Luo Thorn.

Luo Thorn shook his head, "Trust you? No way. ”

"Luoluo, I admit that it was my fault to hide my identity from you, but what I did was for your good." Sang Zhi held Luo Thorn's arm, "You can come with me, okay?" ”

"Let go." Luo Thorn looked at him coldly.

"Luoluo..."

Luo Thorn broke free, pulled off the ring on his hand, raised his hand and threw it on the ground, "Also, this thing, I will return it to you as well." ”

Sang Zhi frowned.

Luo Thorn glanced at him and turned away.

"Wait." Sang Zhi picked up the lonely ring, "Luoluo, there's something I haven't told you. ”

Luo Thorn smiled, "Needless to say, I don't want to know. ”

With that, Luo Thorn turned around and wanted to leave.

"The prince died in the ninth year of the Jokhang dynasty."

Luo Thorn suddenly paused, turned his head to look at him, "What nonsense are you talking about?" "Jokhang is the name of the first emperor, and the ninth year of Jokhang is the year when Jiayi went to find Luojiao.

Sang Zhi sighed, embedded the two rings together, held them in the palm of his hand, and when he spread out his hand, he saw a stone no more than a square inch in size with a golden glow on the surface appear in front of them.

"This is the real fairy fall."

"So what?"

Sang Zhi took Luo Thorn's hand and put the fairy in her hand. "Fairy Fall, there is also a name, called the Mirror of Retrospection, through which you can see some things that others can't see."

“…”

"Ah Lian, Huang Ziyan didn't live that year."

Luo Thorn looked at him and said word by word, "Impossible!" "She saved people, can she not know? Now that kid is still alive, and now you're telling her that kid died ten years ago? Lies don't come with that.

"Huang Ziyan has the appearance of an emperor, so his existence will affect the replacement and development of a dynasty, but his life can only end at the age of five after all, because this is the destiny of heaven, do you understand?"

Luo Thorn looked at him stunned.

Huang Ziyan is a person who looks like an emperor but has no chance of the throne, so it is destined that he will not live past the established five years.

Who is he now?

Sang Zhi held Luo Thorn's face, "Ah Lian, the purple microstar flickered on and off that year, I knew that you were helping him, but after all, he still died." ”

"Then the current prince Yan... And who? ”

Sang Zhi looked at her helplessly, "He's actually just a touch of your obsession." ”

Back then, she plucked her gargle for that man, this gargle is not the same as other finches, it can be said that it has half of the spiritual power of the thorns, and ordinary people can prolong their lives and even live forever as long as they carry it with them. But the man still died in front of her, so when Jiayi came to her with gargle, inadvertently, the previous unwillingness and resentment condensed into an obsession.

Her feather could not resurrect the destined prince Yan, but she let that obsession take advantage of the void and hide in the body of the prince, urging the vitality of the body, and everyone thought that the prince Yan had come back to life.

In fact, the person who is alive now is just her obsession.