It's just that the rat demon eats a person's heart, so he wants to dig his own nest and give birth to his own rat demon cubs.

It must have appeared.

It must also be there.

There are some red rust lines on the rat demon's body, the red is extremely ugly, smelling the smell of Ning Sanqi, and slowly climbed to the top of Ning Sanqi's head, almost silently, deceiving everyone's spiritual power fluctuations, Wang Xiaoling and Xu Anran outside the door did not have any movement at all.

The black bead eyes of the rat demon stared at the sleeping Ning Sanqi, and the long and thin tail gently hooked Ning Sanqi's neck, and suddenly burst out with a red demonic force, wrapping Ning Sanqi's neck, and with a trembling, Ning Sanqi woke up suddenly on the bed, and slapped the edge of the bed in pain.

Just like yesterday's night, when Wang Po was making a fuss in bed, Ning Sanqi slept soundly on the side of the bed, without any movement, until Wang Po lost her breath, and never shouted a little sound, Ning Sanqi also slept soundly all night, when he woke up, he could only see Wang Po without a heart, and blood all over the ground, he had never been afraid of red blood, and he never knew the importance of the heart, it was not that no one told him about me, but he didn't understand, and no one told him.

Ning Sanqi was caught around his neck by the tail of the rat demon, and in a long struggle, he grabbed his neck with his hand, his face was red, and he kicked the edge of the bed with his feet, which made a clicking sound, which also said that it was too late and that it was fast, Wang Xiaoling and Xu Anran, who were chatting lightly at the door, suddenly kicked Sanqi's room open, and it was all the members of the Imperial Guard Division who appeared, and the rat demon trembled in shock, and ran away like crazy, it tightened its tail and wanted to pull Ning Sanqi to escape, so that Ning Sanqi pinched his neck and fainted suddenly.

It was only when the knife cut off the tail of the rat demon that the rat demon failed to drag Ning Sanqi's head and cut off his body.

So, probably, perhaps, Wang Po also has to die, if Ning Sanqi is a normal child with hearing, and he wakes up in Wang Po's struggle, and the rat demon is frightened, he will probably drag Wang Po away.

Ning Sanqi, who had no weapons and didn't know how to resist, could only look at a headless corpse.

There is no reason to eat, nothing more than hunger.

The rat demon chaos ended abruptly.

It's just that Ning Sanqi had to leave Bailing Mountain quietly. Even Ning Hongqian and Ning Dongqing didn't know.

Maybe it's because it's too embarrassing, most people in Bailing Mountain only know that there are dead people in Bailing Mountain, and there is really one person dead, that is, Wang Po.

Wang Po is inconspicuous in the Children's Pavilion, and raising children in Bailing Mountain is also inconspicuous, and the death really only occupies half a day of the disciples of Bailing Mountain, because Bailing Mountain is about to hold the annual Bailing Festival.

In order to commemorate the first head of the family who founded Bailing Mountain, the three-day celebration will be held in the streets and alleys of Bailing Mountain, and there will really be no one in these days.

And the child who was picked up at the foot of Bailing Mountain seven years ago, Ning Sanqi, who had a name, walked slowly under the mountain, and in the world without sound, even the fireworks from firecrackers, with brilliant colors, lost the meaning that little bit could become a scream.

The colorful and colorful Bailing Mountain is the Bailing Mountain.

Not a soundless child's paradise.

Ning Dongqing went to find Ning Sanqi, and Ning Hongqian went to find Ning Sanqi, but she couldn't find anything. Because they can only see the colorful Bailing Mountain and the colorful future, not a decrepit boy without a voice.

Ning Sanqi didn't know their names because he couldn't hear them and couldn't shout them.

When he came, the birds followed him.

When he went, he followed the birds.

Colorful birds guided him in the dark.

"My dear sheep ......" There was a tall and handsome man standing behind him, and Ning Sanqi couldn't hear it, and he couldn't feel the presence of someone behind him.

He walked slowly, running through all the cheering crowds, who cheered towards Bailing Mountain, and he left Bailing Mountain.

Looking for the shadow of the desolation followed Ning Sanqi, and Ning Sanqi followed the birds.

"Little Master's ......" A blue goldfish also slowly followed him.

"Little Kid...... An elf that he couldn't see in Bailing Mountain also followed.

They loomed and dissipated for so long, and then they really left.

And Ning Sanqi turned around suddenly, only to see a scene that he had never seen before: the colorful Bailing Mountain, flying with those disciples flying with the sword, and the disciples controlling the dance of the souls of the strange psychic.

The starry sky and the night are like the slowly closing sky, and the black translucent under the colorful Bailing Mountain and the shining Bailing Mountain is like a subverted life. It has long been impossible to distinguish which side is heaven and which side is earth.

"Child......" Wang Po's voice echoed in Ning Sanqi's ears, and he turned back in shock suddenly, for the first time, he heard the voice from the undead, his dead ear, and returned to him in another form.

He didn't know what the child meant, but he also knew that the ghost of the princess was calling him.

Because he could see that when the princess called her, the faint lips moved exactly the same.

"I ......" Ning Sanqi, who had a name a long time ago, stood next to Wang Po, the hairpin fell to the ground, the hair was scattered, and the hair that he had never really cut turned white in an instant, and under the colorful Bailing Mountain, it shone with golden light.

That vaguely, everything that I remembered, came to my heart with a bang, but I really lost some of my mind.

"Look...... That's all I said...... It's useless......" The little sect king sighed slowly, standing beside Wang Po, who looked at her Ning Sanqi quietly and smiled amiably.

"You are such a person, someone who will not cry in a desperate situation." The little sect king smiled helplessly: "You are a point of light...... My King...... You're a miracle in your own right...... My dear ...... Wang"

Ning Sanqi turned sideways, looking at the colorful, looking at the colorful, looking at the upside-down starry sky, calmly, crushing the stars in his hand.

It was like a dream, Ning Sanqi fell on the street, because several disciples of Bai Lingshan had seen Wang Po and Ning Sanqi, who was always following Wang Po, and he was sent back to Bai Lingshan in a coma.

The upside-down starry sky is really circulating, colorful and shining with the sun like a sunflower.

One, another, life, circle, circle, rings.

Ning Sanqi has a miracle of self.

Maybe everyone has a miracle.

It's just that some people need to suffer, and some just need to accept it calmly.

The starry sky, like the scorching sun, is naturally part of the miracle.

The dead will be sad, and the dead starry sky will mourn.