How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

[The Divine White Steed (Purple) is undergoing fusion and transformation.]

"I saw so many nostalgic scenes."

Hong Li spoke softly, turning her head to look in a certain direction. In a daze, she saw the faint image of a little boy with a sorrowful face, a trace of the past.

"There are also some scenes that I haven't seen before."

"If you want to see it, I can go with you."

Hei Yang led Hong Li forward, saying, "I have no secrets from you."

"Is this so..."

Hongli paused for a moment, then smiled gently: "Me too."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 343 There's a corpse under my floorboards, looking exactly like me, but with an added touch of naivety and innocence.

Inside the room, at the corner of the bed.

There was a little boy who looked to be only one or two years old, barefoot, hugging his knees, trembling and curled up.

Not far from him stood a young couple with worried expressions, their eyes filled with concern and guilt as they looked at their frightened child.

Although I don't know why the child is so scared, what does such a young child know?

There must be something wrong with them as parents that makes their child feel so insecure.

"Don't keep frowning."

Hei Muguang patted his wife and whispered, "Give Xiaoyang a few more smiles, and maybe he won't be so scared."

"Mu Guang..."

Qing Yiyi's eyes were brimming with tears as she looked at her husband with a sorrowful expression. She sighed softly, "Shouldn't a child rely on their parents after birth? Why is Xiaoyang..."

"Waaah, he's our son, our own son!"

"it's okay no problem……"

Hei Muguang held his wife in his arms and patted her back reassuringly.

Although he himself was not sure, he still comforted Qing Yiyi with a confident tone.

"It will be alright, everything will get better, don't be sad, I'm here with you."

And Xiaoyang, he will definitely feel his parents' love for him... he definitely will!

"Um……"

Qing Yiyi nodded, sobbing.

"Let's see..."

Hei Yang Hong Li stood not far away, watching this scene with a complicated expression.

They exist at different times and cannot be seen by the past.

"I was such a little rascal back then..."

Looking at his parents' expressions, Hei Yang's eyes were also filled with guilt.

"They must be heartbroken. They just became parents, and then this happened."

Hei Yang walked to his parents' side, looked at their faces which were clearly much younger than theirs were now, and apologized softly.

"I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. I shouldn't have worried you back then. I know I was wrong."

"One thing at a time, you stinky black-eyed bastard, what gives you the right to insult little black-eyed bastard!"

Hongli glanced at Heiyang, walked to the bedside, and felt a pang of sadness looking at Heiyang's helpless expression.

"Black Sun Baby, don't cry, don't cry, everything will be alright, um!"

Looking at Xiao Heiyang's pitiful expression, Hongli's mother's heart broke. "Come here, let Mommy hug you. Don't cry, don't cry..."

"Hey, your real husband is right here!"

Hei Yang walked speechlessly to Hong Li's side, looked down at his former self, and reached out to poke Xiao Hei Yang's forehead.

"To be honest, I would never have imagined that the unknown future would be so wonderful."

Hei Yang put his arm around Hong Li's neck and laughed, "If I had known it would turn out like this, why was I crying back then? Really."

"Alright, alright, stop trying to distract me with your jokes."

Hongli waved her hand with a laugh: "I'm fine, it's just that seeing what you looked like when you were little made me feel a little uncomfortable."

After all, it's not just your parents who will feel sorry for you, Heiyang; I will too.

"Ah."

Hei Yang nodded, took Hong Li's hand, and the scene before them changed again.

Little Heiyang has grown a bit. He's lying on the bed, holding a pen and scribbling something in a small notebook.

Hei Yang Hongli walked closer and looked down at the small notebook, only to find that the paper was covered with the word "home".

"I really wanted to go back then, I missed my old home."

Hei Yang chuckled helplessly and explained, "After all, we're unfamiliar with this place."

"Wow, you're not allowed to go back!"

Hongli clung tightly to Heiyang's arm and snorted, "What will I do if you go back?"

Do you really want Xiaoli to live alone in this world?

Can you imagine what a Red Glass would look like without Black Sun?!

"know."

Hei Yang stretched out his other arm and rubbed Hong Li's head.

"I can't even imagine how I would live without you."

"hey-hey."

Hongli chuckled and pointed out the window: "Look there, look there."

"uh-huh."

Hei Yang looked at the two heads peeking out the window, and with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, he and Hong Li went to their parents, who were peeking through the window, to listen to their conversation.

"Move over a bit, Mu Guang, you're crowding me."

"There's only one window this big, how am I supposed to move it around? Just make do."

Ignoring his wife's eye roll, Hei Muguang looked at Hei Yang in the room and frowned, saying, "What do you think our Xiao Yang is doing, writing and drawing with a pen and notebook?"

"You're giving a child something as sharp as a pen tip like that? What if they get hurt?"

"My child finally wants something, how can I, as his mother, refuse to give it to him?"

Qing Yiyi pouted, feeling wronged. Eighteen years ago, she wasn't much older than Hong Li.

She gazed at the baby she had carried for ten months and whispered, "Mu Guang, I'm so worried about Xiao Yang. He looks very unhappy."

Doesn't Xiaoyang want to come into this world and see his parents?

"How could that be? Don't overthink it."

Hei Muguang still maintained his confident demeanor.

"Xiao Yang will definitely be fine. He's our child, and he's definitely inherited all our good qualities!"

"What if what they inherit are our two flaws?"

"Ah this..."

"Ah, the Black Sun from my childhood..."

Hongli rested her chin on her hand, carefully looking at Hei Xiaoyang's face in the room. A smile appeared on her lips, and she couldn't help but say, "So cute, so cute! Heiyang, when will you turn back into a child so I can play with you?"

"Regarding your idea, the Realm of Roaming has its own rules."

Hei Yang rolled his eyes at Hong Li: "We don't even know each other at this point in time."

"That……"

Hongli turned her head to look in the direction of her home and smiled, "Shall we go see Little Hongli?"

"Ah."

Hei Yang nodded, and the scene in front of them changed again.

A little girl sat on the steps by the door, her hands hanging by her sides, kicking her legs listlessly.

Sometimes it looks at the people coming and going on the street in the distance, and sometimes it looks up at the birds flying in the sky. Its bright eyes blink and blink, as if it is full of curiosity about the world.

But when a group of children ran past laughing and joking on the street, the little girl seemed to be frightened, shrank back behind the door frame of her own yard, and covered her face with her hair, pretending to be dead.

"Hahahaha, so cute!"

Hei Yang was amused: "So you've been a goofball since you were little. It's not entirely my fault after all."