"But ......" Qian'er kneaded the skirt, the anxiety on her face did not decrease significantly, and in his immature heart, there was still inexplicable unease.

"When did this son deceive you?" Ying Chen smiled, looking at the small and delicate Qian'er with interest, his eyebrows stretched, and he was interested.

He knew that there must be something wrong with him going back to the past, such as the strangeness in the qi and demeanor that was inadvertently revealed.

He deliberately covered up this strangeness, because he didn't know if he changed the past, whether it would affect the future, and if it did, it should be minimized. If it doesn't have an impact, it doesn't need to be too significant.

It's just that when he really faced his loved ones, he found out how painful disguise it was, so that he dissipated in madness, and after being confused, he relaxed.

Reveal that murderous gaze!

It's just that Qian'er's sensitivity still makes him have mixed feelings and mixed feelings. He knew that he had changed, that he had not been himself since the day of his exile.

He can accept his own changes, the surprise of outsiders, and the astonishment of others.

He can even accept the strangeness of his relatives, but there is a little bit of overwhelm, and he knows deeply that this change continues.

As he returns, as he steps into the ranks of the kings, this strange feeling will spread wantonly, and it will increase wildly.

In comparison, the seven-year exile was merely a foreshadowing, insignificant.

Yingchen is not a coward, he thought about many things in a few years ago.

When I was a child, I knew that this life was destined to be uneven, doomed to be bumpy, and destined to die for a lifetime.

His slightest overwhelm is not that he is afraid of facing it in reality in the future. Rather, worrying about this bleak future does not give him any respite.

He thought that he was just exiled, and he just had to kill him back. Throughout the ages, throughout the ages, there are not many such things to talk about, but there are definitely a lot.

But now, he suddenly found that there were many things that happened too coincidentally, and many things seemed to be familiar and strange people, waiting for him at that time and at that point.

If it is not related to each other, he is too worried, but in fact, on the contrary, many things seem to be disconnected and have an indescribable connection.

For example, Tang Mingzhe, the other party actually came to Nirvana, and he was not too surprised before. But it wasn't until I was caught up in it that I realized that it was extraordinary.

When I thought about it this time, I thought of the little black crab that had been useless for a long time and was almost forgotten, and the blood tracing technique from the elixir clan.

One or two pieces can be called accidental, and three, four or five pieces can be laughed at and said to be a coincidence. But if everything that has been experienced along the way is strikingly similar, then it is not enough to explain it with ordinary thinking.

Ying Chen was already a keen and perceptive person, and he thought that his seven years of exile were only at the peak of his second awakening, but the way back this time was less than one-tenth, and it could even be said that it was less than one hundredth.

In terms of time, even if you add the years that have passed in the Ancient Lands, it is only a month and a half. If not, it will be more than ten days at most.

But his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, almost doubling up, and even the second personality has broken through the realm of three awakenings.

It can be said that this creation can withstand the ordinary monk for decades, even if it is a heavenly pride, it will take several years to comprehend and break through.

Looking at the world, I am afraid that it can be compared with the legendary existence.

Yingchen doesn't think that he is a waste material, but he has never thought of himself as a genius, maybe he is talented in knowledge, but his exploration in cultivation has made him take a lot of detours and bumps several times.

Although such a speed of thousands of miles a day has causes and consequences, it is still too fast. After calming down and thinking about it carefully, there was still an indescribable uneasiness in the faint heart.

His mind was rolling, thinking of the seven years of waiting for the ghost, thinking of the Qingyue Master at the cost of his life, thinking of the joy of the weeping wind predecessors from Nirvana, and the joy that was thick like the sea.

They all seem to care about Yingchen alive, if it is said that Qingyue Master's long-cherished wish is to give the huge Yingguo Bo a bright future.

But the practice of curing ghosts, he still doesn't understand, he doesn't understand, the existence of a forbidden place, why cares about the life and death of a royal family.

They have been hostile to each other from ancient times to the present, but in their bodies, they seem to be intimate.

"Huh?"

Ying Chen's eyelids jumped slightly, as if he had grasped some important clue, but it was chaotic.

He raised his head, looked at the sky outside the window, and put aside the matter of curing ghosts for the time being. But for the predecessors of the weeping wind, for Nirvana, and for everything that has happened so far, he has extremely complicated feelings.

Obviously, the other party seems to be very familiar with him, as if he has watched him grow up, but he claims to have had any impressions.

This strange feeling made his uneasiness even stronger, and made him realize that there seemed to be many unknown mysteries in his body, like dark clouds covering the sky and the sun, stretching for thousands of miles, with no end in sight.

Occasionally, a ray of light pierced through the dark clouds and shone on his face, although the amount was small, but he was not a frog at the bottom of the well, and he knew that beyond that square inch, there was an unknown sky.

With thousands of thoughts, just like spring water going east, Ying Chen exhaled slightly, raised his hand, stroked Qian'er's face, and said softly: "People will become." ”

Xu is poor in words, this sentence from Tang Mingzhe came out of his mouth with difficulty at the moment, but it was very sarcastic.

Seeing that Qian'er seemed to understand or not, and looked confused, Yingchen smiled self-deprecatingly.

He was so imaginative, not because he was afraid of Qian'er's unfamiliar gaze, but because he was afraid that he would not have time to relieve the embarrassment after he went back.

Not even a chance to explain.

The more Ying Chen thought about it, the more complicated it became, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little heavier, he hoped that he was fourteen years old at this moment, and he hoped that Qian'er in front of him was a slim girl.

......

"That's... What kind of porridge does that boy like to drink the most?" Qian'er suddenly spoke, with a hint of apprehension in her hurry.

This question made Ying Chen stunned, and then he laughed again, and immediately said: "Red date corn porridge." ”

"Hey?" Qian'er was obviously stunned, her eyes were surprisingly wide, as if she didn't expect Ying Chen's answer to be so neat.

But he was not idle, and continued to speak: "That... What's that boy's favorite dim sum?"

"Osmanthus cake. ”

"Huh? Qian'er's eyes showed a look of surprise, and she even raised her courage and secretly looked at Yingchen.

She asked like this, not to question, but always felt that the dust boy in front of her was too unfamiliar, and she was surprised, and then remembered that she had heard the concubines in the palace talk about the seizure of the house.

She didn't know exactly what it was, only that it was a bad guy who got into another person's body.

Thinking about it like this, I found more and more that the dust boy in front of me seemed to be taken away.

She didn't dare to say much, and only asked a few questions that seemed to her the most tricky and private.

At this moment, hearing Ying Chen's unthinking reply, there was still some confusion in his heart, but most of his doubts were dissipated.

It's just because of the strangeness of the moment before, I'm afraid it's caused by the headache of the dust boy, maybe this is the sequelae of what those imperial doctors said.

The young and ignorant Qian'er, thinking like this, no longer had fear or fear on her face, but with the subtle changes in her heart, she rose to a distressed color.

I feel sorry for the dust boy who is riddled with illness, and the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes. The children's families, who know how to cover up, all their thoughts are revealed on their faces.

was seen by Yingchen one by one, and couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh, like a spring breeze.

It seems that I haven't seen such a person without a city government for a long time, even if it is better than a small bun, there is no need to guess and ponder, and there is no need to think about it.

It's like a clear sky that is not stained with a trace of dust, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, and it is more comfortable than a big sleep.

Ying Chen smiled, touched Qian'er's little head again, got up slowly, and said softly: "Come, go out for a walk with my son." ”