Although the voice was very immature, Sang Ling still recognized that it was Xie Hanzhou at once. Suddenly, at this time, he knew that Xie Hanzhou was separated from him by a wall.

Sang Ling clenched her fists, and the sound of gritting her teeth squeezed out from between her teeth, and her heart turned into a cold trembling!

"Xie Hanzhou!"

Three hundred years ago, deliberately approaching with a purpose, attacking his feelings, these were her faults, and in the end she died under his sword, and used a life to fulfill his fame, the future is a write-off, and she can't hate anything.

But why do you have to meet again in 300 years.......

Repeating the mistakes of the past again, dying in a forbidden place again, all the past that was tied up between the two of them because of the heart-stalking curse, his tolerance for her, his remorse for her, and her nightmares, is everything true or false?

Suspicion poured down like a bucket of ice water, freezing her heart. The raging anger in his heart was instantly poured into ashes, and the aftermath of smoke swelled his eyes, and there were no more tears left after all.

She forced herself to turn her brain, stringing together all the situations at hand, and suddenly a fact was clearly laid out in front of her-

Su Luo turned out to be Xie Hanzhou's half-brother!

So, this is not somewhere else, but the Xie family five hundred years ago?

In the daytime, all the scenes in the house flashed through my mind, and the appearance of a lively family did not have the dilapidated and desolate appearance of later generations.

So, at this time, she came before the disaster of the Xie family's annihilation happened?

The time when the Xie family destroyed the door was.......

Surprised, the corner of the porcelain cup touched by his hand was suddenly pushed forward by his fingertips, and a slight sound immediately sounded.

"Who's inside the door!"

The person outside the door heard the movement, and the speed of pushing the door accelerated, and suddenly, the door was opened.

A miniature version of Xie Hanzhou suddenly appeared outside the door.

The Mirror of Retrospective Migration suddenly saw that the door was pushed open, and it shook directly on the mirror, forcibly urging the power.

"Sang Ling, let's go!"

……

When the door opened, I saw that the lights were dim, but the house was still there.

The old servant hurried in, but he didn't want to find nothing, and even the tonic on the table was left in its place, and no one moved.

He is even more strange:

"I heard the sound just now, why is there no one?"

Xie Hanzhou casually glanced at the position of the roof, his expression remained unchanged, and he only said:

"You heard me wrong, get out."

The old servant hurriedly stepped back and left respectfully.

Sang Ling successfully solved the problem, but there was no joy at all. Mu's face only stood quietly behind a thick column on the roof, and there was no movement.

Below.

The sound of "squirming" continued, the movement suddenly stopped, the gauze curtain was lifted, and when he looked at it again, Xie Hanzhou had already changed into a homely dress, the white and soft material was extremely high-end, but the sleeves were empty and there was no pattern on the other side five hundred years later.

The flowers on the other side are mostly for the living and reluctant to give up the dead, Sang Ling was stunned, and after thinking about it again, she understood. But it's not self-inflicted, thinking that the other party's later patterns are missing themselves. Xie Hanzhou's nostalgia for the underworld should be his clan parents.

The young man at the bottom didn't go out again, but only bypassed the round table with fragrant supplements, went to the study on the other side, picked up a book and looked at it.

The faint moonlight shone on the side of his face, casting a silver halo. The perfect arc, which was like being tempered and carefully carved by the heavens, was put to the maximum at this time.

Sang Ling had a cold smile on her tear-stained face, Xie Hanzhou should be extremely happy at this time, if he learned that the Xie family would suffer a catastrophe in the future, and he would also lose his parents and clansmen, would he still be able to maintain his current peace?

But another voice in his heart came out at this time, even if Xie Hanzhou was alone, he would still be brought back to the Heavenly Dao Sect by Lu Chaoyan in the end, and become the most proud disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect and the future head candidate.

It was the demon that destroyed the Xie family, and after this incident, Xie Hanzhou was very disgusted with the demon that destroyed the door, and he was grateful to Lu Chaoyan, and he would once again tolerate Lu Chaoyan's persecution of him in every way, pushing her into a forbidden place.

A voice as flat as stagnant water came out, and a tasteless one lingered in my heart.

There was silence in the room for a while, but the sound of turning books below stopped, and a gentle footstep slowly moved to the inner room, and after a few "bangs", there was a sound of slow breathing on the bed, and it was obvious that the owner of the house had fallen into a deep sleep.

Sang Ling floated down from the roof of the house as soon as possible, picked up a few roots and stems of the tonics, and left.

There was no movement behind her, and she was calm.

After waiting for a long time, there was a "meow" sound under the bed, and a black cat jumped on the edge of the bed in twos and threes, but its head was looking at the window where Sang Ling left, and her eyes were at a loss.

Listening to the sound of "rustling" behind him, a bony hand lifted the curtain, revealing Xie Hanzhou's immature face.

"This is your master? One...... Ghost? ”

"Meow."

It means to acknowledge.

Xie Hanzhou looked at the black cat and stared out of the window with a good eye, and he also looked sideways, but it was a deep night outside, and there was still a trace of the ghost just now.

However, he looked at the black cat's stunned look, but he didn't persuade him.

"The things have been taken, you can rest assured."

The black cat turned its head and saw a face printed in a pair of golden beast eyes, a familiar face that was obviously much more youthful and immature. It immediately looked away, bent its limbs slightly, jumped off the bed silently, and left the window without looking back.

Xie Hanzhou knew that it must be following that ghost, and in the end, the young man's temperament inevitably had a trace of curiosity in his heart. In the afterglow, there were many tonic medicines in the cup, and the tonic that had been boiled for many hours had completely lost its temperature, and even the original attractive aroma had turned into an unpleasant bitter taste.

"Smack."

Standing on the windowsill, the soup stalks in his hand poured down from the porcelain cup, something worth a thousand gold, but it did not cause Xie Hanzhou to hesitate at all. And on his face, under the restraint and obedience, there was a touch of relaxation and truthfulness.

Reiki is turned upside down, and the soil is covered and buried, before restoration.

But no one can know, outside the window next to Xie Hanzhou's bed, there are countless residues and remnants of soup lying in this deep soil hole, obviously countless tonic medicines have been poured into this place before, nourishing a yard of flowers and plants.

After dealing with the tonics, before going to bed, Xie Hanzhou instructed the old servant more:

"Tomorrow, let's continue to send supplements, and there will be less soup."

"Yes."

The old servant glanced at the look of the little master in front of him, a little confused, in the past, the little master was not very repulsed by this tonic, and sometimes he didn't look at it for most of the night. It wasn't until the next day when he got up to clean up that he could see that the porcelain cup was empty, and guessed that Xie Hanzhou had eaten the tonic.

It's just that why is the little master abnormal today?

The old servant didn't know at this time that in the old room in front of him, there was a ghost, and a black cat who was very familiar with Xie Hanzhou and full of mysteries, which stirred up countless ripples and waves in the previous plain life of the little master in front of him.

……

As soon as Sang Ling returned to the house, she saw that Su Luo was obviously burning harder, and her face was as red as charcoal-grilled, so she immediately picked up the tonic and stuffed it into his mouth, and poured him several mouthfuls of water before she could be regarded as smoothing things down.

The things in Xie Hanzhou's house were really good, and after a while, Su Luo's high fever subsided, and the person regained some consciousness.

"You can't eat too much of this, take a few bites first. If you don't feel well, say it right away. ”

Otherwise, if the void is not replenished, the body will really explode.

Sang Ling stopped, thinking that it would be the same as last time, but she didn't want to, but this time she easily took the food down.

Seeing her surprise, Su Luo carefully swallowed what was in his mouth, and slowly opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse without recovery:

"You are a good person, and you are as good to me as my mother. As long as I am obedient, will you be able to stay by my side forever? ”

His eyes were burning, but he seemed to be accustomed to seeing the rejection of these eyes, and he always half-covered them with his eyelids and turned half of his body sideways.

In the end, she and Su Luo got along for a while, and she was also taken care of by him. Sang Ling still reached out and patted the top of his skull, all for comfort, but did not answer.

The subordinates are all hairy, very good to the touch, and do not have the hideous bone feeling of the body. But her hand still touched away and did not stay.

There was not the slightest emotion in Su Luo's half-covered eyes, but the hand holding the stem of the tonic was clenched.

Sang Ling saw that he had recovered a lot, and handed him a bag of pastries:

"This can be eaten more, the pastry I stole from that fat woman who bullied you today. She sleeps like a dead pig, and if you eat it all, you won't find out. ”

Su Luo nodded heavily, but the light in his eyes was bright, unlike the hungry green light before.

Seeing that he had eaten it all, and was so sleepy that he refused to close his eyes, and only stubbornly clubbed in front of him, Sang Ling had a headache, so he had no choice but to press the person down, humming a sleep song indiscriminately, and coaxing the child to sleep.

I only heard the silence outside, and the shallow breathing sound in the house sounded slowly, much better than the previous heavy sound that was not in good health as soon as I heard it, even if I was not a medical cultivator, Sang Ling knew that this child must be much better after eating this cup of supplements.

Sang Ling didn't want to stay in the house, so she casually found a remote corridor to lie down, but between her movements, she saw that under a silvery moonlight, her body was originally like frosted glass, and at this time there was more of a sense of staring, like the color of white clouds in the sky.

Moreover, she could feel the operation of a meager aura, and the spells taught before the Mirror of Retrospection were used one by one, although the power was not very limited by the aura, but Sang Ling still felt a great joy to sweep away the heavy haze in her heart.

"Is this what it's like to be on your own? No longer have to rely on the fear of the spiritual energy supply of the heart mantra, and don't worry about the defects of the body's white bones? Freedom at the fingertips! ”

Suddenly, a "rustling" sound flashed behind her, and Sang Ling looked back, but she met a pair of eyes.