Su Heng's dark eyes bent, and his voice was soft:

"You're a lot like an old man I know."

Old friend?

Su Qiao sneered when he heard this, and couldn't help but raise his hand and rub Xiao Zhengtai's head, "Little child, what old people can you have?" ”

If you really talk about the old people, you do have a lot of them.

Huo Jingci, Shen Yi, Shen Ye, Su Heng, Ji Huaijiu.

Which of these five is not the same as Tang Seng taking scriptures, after nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties.

The hardships can be written in a book.

Su Heng's beautiful black eyes were slightly cold, her face was innocent and harmless, and her voice was sweet and soft, "It's like ......"

Like, it disgusted him.

This girl is really similar to Su Xiaoqiao sometimes.

But sometimes it's not.

The sister in my memory is perfect and impeccable.

A smile as if it had been calculated.

Warm mountains and soft water, gentle travel.

Perfect, but not real.

Always gives him the illusion that he is out of reach.

Su Heng's world is black and white.

"I don't yearn for the light."

"But only if ......"

"Don't let me meet Su Xiaoqiao again."

The little girl forcibly broke into his world and pulled the boy out of hell to see the light of day.

The little boy's fingertips tightened a little, and his little face like the first snow raised and stared at her quietly, like a magic barrier, and his voice was hoarse and soft, "Why did she say she would leave." ”

It's just a sword formation.

Ruined is.

Why did she say that she would leave, and she would not leave any thoughts to him.

Su Heng's glass-like black eyes blinked, and his voice was a little fragmented:

"I know Sister never liked me."

The little guy hugged her tightly, and his soft voice was slightly hoarse, "I miss her, I really miss my sister." ”

Su Qiao was slightly stunned, he didn't expect that this sister in his mouth could touch this little guy so much.

The girl was still held by him, comforting the other party at a loss, "Wait, wait, don't cry." ”

"Maybe your sister, just trying to save you?"

This sentence turned from his mind, and then Su Qiao blurted out almost subconsciously.

- Maybe your sister just wants to save you?

Su Heng tilted his head slightly, his black eyes flashed and sneered, and his immature voice sounded soft and harmless, "She can be liked by anyone, but I can't." ”

After all......

He is Su Heng.

At the age of fifteen, he washed the martial arts in blood, and killed people without blinking.

The girl sympathized with the suffering of the people, how could she have the slightest affection for him, the culprit.

Su Qiao lowered his eyes and glanced at the little guy with unknown emotions, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

It seems that the relationship between this person and his "sister" is not ordinarily complicated.

The girl's lazy chin rested lightly on his shoulder, and she chuckled softly, "Maybe, your sister is here to protect you?" Who told you she didn't like it anymore? ”

Listening to what this little guy said about his sister, Su Qiao couldn't help but think of the scene when he went to the sword formation alone a long time ago.

The emotions in the young man's eyes were despair and hatred.

What is Despair?

Probably the person who sent you to hell took you to heaven.

Su Qiao sighed faintly.

That little madman probably thinks that she went to sacrifice her body in order to get rid of him, right?

Su Heng may never know.

Only one of the two people in that sword formation can live.

She sacrificed her body to the array, which was the best choice.

Su Qiao had no doubt that if Su Heng knew the way to get out, he would choose a person to send her out.