Sang looked at the sky speechlessly, sat in place, and glared at him with a complicated expression. What the hell has she done? These days, she has met some nemesis.

Zimo half-lowered his head and looked at her, as if he thought she was in pain, and finally showed a look of concern on his face. The next moment, he sighed softly, put away his casual look, slowly approached her, half-squatted down, put his little hand on her head, touched it gently, and the pain disappeared in an instant. He whispered, "It's okay." ”

Sang didn't say anything for a while, just raised his eyes to look at him. Zi Mo's expression under the moonlight was solemn, and his concentrated appearance was like a little adult, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be smiling, revealing an elegance and nobility that did not belong to this age. She suddenly lowered her eyes and did not speak.

When she got up slowly, she found that there were a few butterflies on the ground that were crushed to death by her, Sang was stunned for a moment, "Can this be crushed to death by me?"

Zi Mo lowered his eyes and glanced at it, picked up the butterflies very naturally, and blew lightly, and those butterflies flew up again in an instant.

...... Sang Wushi's eyes widened,... Lived??

"Because I just told them that I will protect you when I fly with you. He spoke slowly in a tone that couldn't have been calmer.

"Then you should also hide, survival is the instinct of all things. She laughed.

Zimo shook his head, "So this is the difference between low-level creatures and high-level creatures, they are much simpler, including the heart." As he said this, he waved his hand and let the butterflies fly in place. In an instant, they flew far away with the moonlight.

......

When Sang looked back from time to time, he saw that he was lying on the grass without knowing something, with his hands behind his head, quietly, looking at the night sky and not knowing what he was thinking. She stretched and lay down.

The starry sky is very real, the deep blue is unreal, and it is also dazzling unreal, unlike the night sky of Qishan, everything here is very dreamy, so dreamy that people dare not get close, for fear of shattering such beauty. It was also the first time she had seen the night sky so closely, as if it was overhead, within reach, as if every shining little star could be plucked. It's really completely different from the outside. It's like a sweet dream.

She said softly, "These are all fakes, aren't they?

Zi Mo beside her glanced at her strangely, "Are you a child?"

"It's beautiful to be colorful, I've only seen it once at the bottom of the sea..... have I seen it? Why don't you have any impression at all...... No matter, that's it!" she said, gesturing to the night sky above her head.

The little ghost shook his head helplessly, stretched out his finger and moved it gently.

The starry sky above the head changed instantly, colorful, strange light and glass, swaying and blooming, looking at Sang Wushi's face of envy, such a beautiful scenery, it should be really pleasant. It seems that even the heart is empty......

......

After a long time, Sang Wushi said lightly, "Tell me who you are, and it's okay to do your business...... There was no response on her side, she turned her head sideways, only to find that Zimo had fallen asleep at some point. Looking at him so closely, he is really a beautiful little boy, so beautiful that he doesn't seem to belong to this world. Sang stared at him for a long, long time, and finally his gaze slowly fell on the young man's wrist that was very close to her. After watching it for a long time, I finally sighed softly.

She raised her hand, conjured up a dagger, and then, with a gentle slash at the boy's wrist.

However, the wound cut by the blade healed quickly, and not a trace of blood oozed out......

...... No blood?

How can there be no blood...... How can there be a ...... in this world?

"Yes, no. The young man's eyes on his side slowly opened, his eyes fixed on the colorful starry sky, and there was no emotion on his little face, "Are you happy?"

There was a hint of embarrassment on Sang Wushi's face, and he explained, "....... I'm just that ......"

But Zi Mo lightly interrupted her follow-up, "Do you know what is the difference between a lower creature and a higher creature?" He turned his face to look at her who was slightly panicked, his beautiful eyes drooped slightly, and he couldn't hide the disappointment in it. "They will keep their promises until they die, people, it's too complicated......"

"I'm just going to try... I am.." She tried to explain again, but there was really no reason to excuse herself, and the next second, the scene around her changed, but in the blink of an eye she was lying in her own courtyard.

"You'd better go back to where you need to go. Zi Mo's voice came from the air, still as ethereal and clear as the first time I saw it, but there was a faint detachment in the politeness.

Sang Wushi immediately got up and frowned slightly, "Little ghost, don't you want to be so stingy! Didn't you just touch it! You really ignored me?"

What responded to her was the slight sound of wind in the courtyard, and Zimo disappeared as if she had disappeared from the air, without a sound.

"Hey, ignore me?!...... Can't I apologize!" She bit her lower lip slightly, and a trace of chagrin flashed across her face.

......

In the following days, Sang Wushi did not recover so quickly except for the loss of spiritual power, and her injuries had already healed, but since then, she really never saw Zimo again. At first she thought he was just angry for a while, teasing him with oranges and then coming back angry.

However, she waited in the yard with oranges for half a month, and he did not come back.

At the moment, in the courtyard.

Sang Wushi was still holding a basket of oranges...... She had a sad face, how long has it been since this little ancestor, why hasn't this little ancestor been angry? Hey, she sighed to herself, what is this called. Suddenly, her eyes widened, what was she doing? How could she be like a puppy abandoned by her owner?!

Thinking of this, Sang Wushi put the orange in his hand on the table with a "snap", raised his head and said loudly: "It's good to go! I'm still quiet! No one will make me angry anymore!" After speaking, he jumped straight onto the table and continued to say loudly: "Stingy ghost! Isn't it just a touch, I also went up the knife mountain and down the sea of fire to bring it to the Soul Lock Hall for a few months!" As if she was still not relieved, she frowned and kicked over the orange on the table, and in an instant, the golden little orange innocently rolled to the ground.....

She looked at the oranges rolling to the ground and lowered her eyes slightly.

She didn't feel unhappy, she didn't feel sad. It's good to go, it's good to go, it's always been her alone anyway.

Well, it must be too hot to be so irritable, Sang thought about it from time to time, so he raised his steps and left the courtyard.

......

After a while, there was a red figure in the courtyard who was buried in picking oranges......

The next day, a sneaky red shadow flashed at the door of the Night Pavilion of the Futu Palace.

Sang Wushi gently pushed open the door of the Night Pavilion, she came this time to see Chi Shu's blood, otherwise she was really unwilling.