After a while, he opened his eyes, looked at the uneven roof of the cave, and looked sideways at Lian Wuxin beside him, his tense handsome face suddenly softened, and his cold eyes became warmer and softer.

He got up, half-supported for her to pry the emanation of the ear behind her ear, the corner of his mouth pulled out a hint of a smile, he got up, walked to the entrance of the cave, looked at the thick inky sky, his eyebrows and eyes were full of doubts, he got some memory fragments from the white jade lotus hairpin, he seemed to have lived in the sky, but why, he would appear in the hundred thousand mountains in the world? Why did he become a child?

Of course, what he got from the white jade lotus hairpin was not only some fragments of memory, but also a sealed power, which was enough to make him grow up and become a normal man.

Where does this power come from, and who is he? What is the relationship with the person who seals the spiritual power and power in the lotus hairpin?

As the wind blows, the clouds fade and fade, and the moon, hidden behind the clouds, pokes its head out, bringing a glimmer of light to the dark world.

He turned his head and looked at Lian Wuxin who was curled up on the ground, a burst of warmth rose in his cold eyes, the memory he just got was so unreal, only she, such a vivid existence, such a real existence.

Like last night, he took the cold her into his arms, warmed her with his own temperature, and promised her a good night's sleep.

When Lian Wuxin woke up, Qingxi was still asleep, he had changed back to his former appearance, a young man about ten years old, with black hair curled up high, only a white jade lotus hairpin inserted, the white jade color was lush, reflecting Qingxi's tender white cheeks, as if there was a hidden light flowing, I don't know if the jade light of the lotus hairpin was floating, or the hidden luster of Qingxi's skin was flickering.

She turned her head and thought about it, and clearly remembered that this lotus hairpin was originally held in Qingxi's hand, but now how did it come to Qingxi's head again?

"Master?"

I don't know when, Qingxi had woken up, and saw Lian Wuxin staring at the top of his head in a daze, and couldn't help but call out.

Lian Wuxin was stunned, facing the familiar and clear eyes, he was still looking at her like before, she could even see herself in his eyes, extremely ugly herself.

As soon as her eyes were hot, a hot spring gushed out of her sockets, and her vision gradually blurred, and in the blurred vision, she saw Qingxi, who was at a loss, wiping her tears with his unclean sleeves, and her eyes were full of panic.

She didn't know what it was like, this was a feeling she had never felt before, she actually shed tears that only mortals would shed, she thought that she was different from other mortals, and now it seems that she has completely become a mortal, a mortal with blood and tears, crying and laughing.

She knew she was crying because she was happy.

God knows, when she looked at the lifeless Qingxi, Qingxi who didn't respond no matter how much she shouted, how scared she was, she didn't want to live alone in this strange world, she couldn't imagine what her future life would be like if Qingxi was not by her side.

Now that her Qingxi is back, her heart that has been tense is instantly relaxed, and all kinds of emotions that she has never had before come one after another, making her a little at a loss.

"Master, you cry so ugly." Qingxi's immature face had a touch of emotion that did not match his age, he knew that Lian Wuxin cried because he was worried about him, and he cried because he was happy to be alive, and an emotion that he had never felt before appeared in his heart, an emotion that he was unfamiliar with.