The weather was fine that day, and Guang Tongchen was held by the Ming, and when he reached the border of the city, he suddenly realized that he was too fast, and he didn't know when he lost the kid of Qing Jiuying.

With his understanding of the painting heart, although this woman has no heart most of the time, she can especially protect her calves, and it can be seen from the time when she spoiled her rabbit son, Shengsheng put a weak and incompetent fat rabbit spirit on the throne of the demon king.

And the way she looks at Qing Jiuying now is just like the motherly state of her rabbit son back then, it can be seen that the weight of this little apprentice in her heart is really not light.

Thinking like this, He Guang Tongchen immediately planned to turn around to find someone, but heard the voice he was looking for in the maze, "Hey, monk, you ran faster than me, why did you come back later than me?"

The obstacle of Medicine Spirit City can see the outside from the inside, but it can't see the inside from the outside, and the light and dust walked in with the sound.

When he saw Qing Jiuying, He Guang Tongchen found that the boy who was well-behaved in front of Huaxin came to him with courage and hostility in front of him, and his eyes were always mixed with disdainful arrogance.

At this time, there were seven more points of vigilance.

Glancing at him, He Guang Tongchen walked straight to the depths of the mist disapprovingly, and his cold voice floated behind him, "Does the little benefactor have any advice for the poor monk?"

"Yaozun's holy name is far and wide, even if it is not true, Xiao Jiu is just a disciple of King Yi, at most, he is one or two in front of Shi Niang, how dare he give you advice. ”

Qing Jiuying's sarcasm was thorny, the sour couldn't be sour, and Guang Tongchen was too lazy to bother with him, with a slight force under his feet, Qing Jiuying heard the hissing sound when the wind broke was still close to his ears, and the person in front of him had disappeared without a trace.

Since the sunrise in Dongshan, he went out with the light and the nine shadows of Qing, and climbed straight up to the sky in the golden crow, and the painting heart and the white fox in the small courtyard have been chatting all morning.

Because she didn't go with the light today, her mood was the same as the sky above her head, and the sun was shining.

"Sister, you said that this person is reincarnated and forgotten from the past, is he still him?"

Seeing that the painting was silent, the white fox asked again, "If he is not him, who does my sister love?"

After thinking for a long time, she asked, "Have you ever met someone who looks like him?"

She was referring to scholars.

The white fox nodded without thinking, "Sister, don't you think Xiao Jiu is very much like the scholar back then?"

Huaxin and the scholar of the Ning family are only one side, and then slept for 10,000 years, and there was something wrong with the brain, it would be good to vaguely remember such a thing, where can I still remember the appearance of the scholar.

So she shook her head and smiled, "You think it's like that, sometimes it's not like it, but the kind of familiarity engraved in the bones, irresistible, like dust, as long as you don't look at his face, I will have the illusion that he is Junyi." ”

Hearing this, the white fox did not have the accident as imagined, although the painting heart is not informal, but tens of thousands of years, there are very few men who can get close to her, but looking at her connivance with the light and dust, you know that he is extraordinary in her heart.

So he smiled and asked, "Then why doesn't my sister stay with him?"

"Jun Yi and scholars are different in the end, scholars become earth destruction, that is the cycle of life and death, reborn, but Jun Yi became a scholar, but he was injured and lost his memory, this injury is still for me, in the end, he is still him, but he changed his name, and he can't remember who he is. Huaxin cupped her heavy belly, and replied without hesitation, as if she had thought about this question repeatedly, and the answer had already been set in her heart.

The white fox kept staring at her with burning eyes, as if he wanted to see her through, and after she finished speaking, he asked word by word, "But sister, do you really not like to be with the light at all?"