"You ......" Zimo seemed to be a little speechless and stopped, and watched her put the beads into the enchantment with a calm little face, as if she had something to say, but finally hesitated and gave up.

Sang grinned from time to time, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." She really hopes that there will be a towering tree in her yard, a real tree, not an illusion. Once upon a time, she had such thoughts for a long time, but they all ended in failure.

"Ahsan. Zimo suddenly looked at her very seriously, the banana leaves on the top of his head were put down by him, through the rain and fog, his voice was very steady, the expression on his face was a little complicated, and his blue and transparent eyes like the deep sea seemed to contain too many emotions that she didn't understand, although he was a teenager, he was like an old man who had gone through vicissitudes.

Sang Wushi was stunned for a moment, subconsciously raised his hand on the top of his head, and looked at him with some puzzlement, "What's wrong?"

Zimo stared at her quietly, "Do you regret every decision you make?"

"Of course......" she smiled.

His expression moved slightly, and she continued: "Of course not! The world is in a hurry, and it is better to do whatever you want than for some people to be old and old, and they can no longer use their spiritual power, so they can only sigh and sigh, when they are young, they have nothing left. And even if I was sad, it wouldn't be useful, and I wouldn't have a chance to do it all over again. ”

He still looked at her calmly, his elegant face as indifferent as he saw it at first sight, "You think so." "There is no emotion in his voice.

"Of course. Laughing and picking up the banana leaves on the ground and covering them on top of their heads, Sang wanted to rub his head from time to time, but was dodged by the little ghost without a trace, she was stunned, but still continued: "If I can live again, then I may ...... It will be better than now. The vague seriousness in her voice didn't seem to impress Zi Mo, he didn't speak, looking at her with a somewhat complicated gaze, even with a bit of arrogance and contempt.

Zimo turned around, and the small figure walked forward, his voice in the rainy and misty night forest was a little ethereal and illusory, but it reached her ears very clearly, "Do it again, you are still you." It's the same how many times. Everyone said that if I could do it all over again, it would be different, but I didn't know that I had done it many times and the end result would be the same. ”

The leaf in Sang Wushi's hand was slowly put down, his expression was a little stunned, looking at the little ghost floating away, he suddenly gritted his teeth, "You wait for me!"

The red figure followed the silver and left. As everyone knows, behind them, in the entire huge stream and forest, the river splashes in an instant, and the faint green ancient trees on both sides of the bank make a sudden noise, and the leaves are faintly glowing with a strange red light.

......

"Why is this tree so familiar?" Sang said in a speechless voice. Following the little ghost in a circle, she thought that he knew the way out, but after walking for a long time, it seemed that he had entered the place where he had just appeared in the woods. She looked around, dense flowers and trees, and vines of all colors stood upright in the sky, it was simply a world of flowers. Sang Wushi frowned and said, "We were obviously going in the opposite direction just now!"

She turned her face, only to find that Xiao Zimo was looking at her with a thoughtful gaze, raising her eyebrows, Sang Wushi said angrily: "What kind of eyes are you, didn't you find the exit?"

"Hungry. The red lips opened slightly, and he just spit out a word faintly, and his blue eyes stared at her for a moment. Sang Wushi was numb by him, and sighed helplessly, "I'm hungry too, but this broken place is full of these strange trees, and there is not a single fruit tree, so let's take a look." ”

In this way, they circled around this strange forest several times, until their physical strength was a little exhausted, and they did not go out, and even returned to the ancient forest of the small stream before. At this moment, I used my brain to know that there was something wrong with this forest, so I simply shouted a few times directly in the forest from time to time, but the forest was quiet, no one responded, and even the birds and insects lost their sounds.

The whole strange forest of colorful lights fell into an eerie silence.

Sang frowned all the time, his golden eyes quickly scanned the surrounding scene, the green ancient trees on both sides of the clear stream had thick and lengthy branches, the branches and leaves on the trees were wide and dark green, the night breeze blew, the green shadow swayed, and under the faint light and shadow of the night sky, a piece of dark shadow was cast and reflected in the quiet stream, which seemed a little gloomy and cold. The sound of the water was bubbling and flowing, but not a single sound could be heard. Her brows furrowed even tighter, and suddenly, there seemed to be a flash of light, and Sang chased after her from time to time, and found a beautiful white lamp under a big tree beside the stream.

Sang Wushi's eyes froze, ghost lights?

"How can there be a ghost lamp in this place? Isn't it left by someone who came from the past?" She was a little puzzled, the ghost lamp was condensed by the resentment of the dead, unconscious, but it was extremely cold, lighting the ghost lamp would cause harm to some things that were still shallow in cultivation, but this thing could dispel some cold things, for example, now they can't get out of this forest, if they have this thing in hand, maybe it will be much easier.

However, the method of lighting this thing is a bit tricky, because it only eats living creatures to light up, and when it is lit, no one can touch it with their hands. And now this ghost lamp in front of me seems to be broken.

No matter, fix this lamp first. Thinking so, Sang Wushi suddenly conjured up a dagger in his hand, flew upward, and easily looked at a few branches. A gust of wind blew, and she threw the branch into the water, and the spilled blood quickly melted into a mass of crimson.

"Hey. Zimo suddenly spoke behind her, his tone was not sad or joyful, "Use your spiritual power to repair it." He pointed to the white lamp, a commanding tone and tone.

Sang Wushi raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "My spiritual power is so precious, how can I waste it on these things?"

"Can't you feel it?" he asked, lowering his eyes.

She was stunned, "What do you feel?"

“...... They were in pain. ”

Looking at him unmoved, she waved her hand and said helplessly: "Do you want to pity these unconscious things or wait until you can stand firm and recover yourself, after all, you can't beat me now, right?"

Zimo didn't reply, sat on the stone in the corner, and didn't look at her.

Sang Wushi didn't care so much, and flew again, chopping a few branches again, washing the blood that flowed out of them in the stream, and then fiddling with the ghost lamp for a while, weaving a few branches together and making a small handle. After a while, he took out a repaired lamp.

"Look at me making you a nice lamp. It took a little spiritual power to ignite it, and Sang Wushi smiled and shook the delicate white lamp with a cold white light in his hand in front of the little ghost. This kind of thing is actually very common in the Futu Palace, and if you feed those useless people to the ghost lamps, they will emit a strange light.