"Hey, what's your name? My name is Ling Xi! ”

In front of me are two white and innocent little boys, both of whom are only one or two years old.

Without his answer, the little boy's face was a little discouraged just now, "Forget it, since you don't want to say your name, then it's okay to tell me what your last name is, right?" ”

The little boy stared at him, waiting for his answer.

The other child, however, never spoke, just looked at him quietly.

"Hey, why don't you speak? Could it be that he is a mute? ”

A small child, innocently looking at the other.

"Little Ancestor, stop messing around, of course he is not dumb, his name is Yeming, and he is from another country."

Afraid that this little ancestor would cause some trouble, the aunt who took care of him hurriedly took him away.

"No, auntie, if you let me go, isn't he really dumb? But why did he ignore me? Also, what is the other country you are talking about? ”

"This ...... Maybe he doesn't adapt to this place and doesn't want to speak, but in other countries, that is, outside of our Xiqi, there are other people..."

"Oh, auntie, you're so long-winded!"

When she was a child, Ling Xi broke free from her aunt's arms and stumbled towards Yeming when she was a child.

"Hey, are you dumb or not? You haven't told me yet, what's your name? ”

"Night."

At this time, Xiao Yeming, who had been silent for a long time, finally opened her mouth.

It was originally a very ordinary sentence, but when Yeming said it himself, it made Ling Xi feel an inexplicable sense of excitement.

"Yeming, that's a nice name! Your voice is nice too! Remember, my name is Ling Xi! ”

Ling Xi couldn't wait to say his name again, as if he was afraid that he wouldn't remember. is young, and there is still milk in his voice.

From then on, from the first time Ling Xi saw Yeming, he knew that he couldn't forget him.

From then on, he ran towards the place where Yemin was whenever he could, haunting him all the time.

Later, they all grew up a little bit.

When Ling Xi was three years old, he witnessed the biggest disaster in the Western Qi Kingdom, and he didn't know why, all the people died, a lot of blood.

He was very frightened and ran to find Yemin, but found that he was no longer there, and he could not find him.

Later, all the people of Xiqi died, and Uncle Qiusha saved him from the bloodshed.

Uncle Qiu raised him up and obeyed him.

In his heart, he can't forget the scenes of Xiqi being washed in blood at any time, and he can't forget the sins of Tanglin Kingdom.

He founded the Shura Temple, endured suffering, accumulated his own power, and was ashamed in order to avenge Xiqi one day.

Later, when he was ten years old, he learned from Uncle Qiu that Yeming, who went to Xiqi to play with him eight years ago, turned out to be the prince of Tanglin Kingdom, and the reason why he went to Xiqi was because the two countries were at war, and Yeming was sent to Xiqi as a proton.

At that moment, he made up his mind that hatred could be put aside first, and he must find Yeming again.

So, that year, he went to Tanglin and passed through layers of difficulties, and blamed him for being too lucky and became the youngest prime minister of Tanglin Kingdom.

It was also since then that he and Yeming have crossed paths again.

Since then, he has always found an excuse to pester Yeming, but Yeming seems to be less talkative than he was eight years ago.

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