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Xi Sui'an looked at Bo Yan's true form and swallowed his saliva, then quickly followed behind them: "Is Xixi so cute?"

Sorry, she couldn't resist the urge to own one now.

She saw that they were unaware of her and seemed to be lost in thought. It seemed that her presence had no effect on the development of the illusion.

Restraining her immoral thoughts, she turned to look at the child in the woman's arms, who was unknown whether he was alive or dead, and was stunned: "Is that... Zhong Heng?"

"It looks like it."

Is it his past death that he fears?

The lush green forest exuded an ancient atmosphere. As they walked deeper, a temple came into view.

A woman with black hair and white eyes and a gentle temperament walked out of the palace gate. She walked towards him with a look of surprise and worry: "What are you doing..."

"We are being hunted by the demons. Now only the ten witches of your Wu Clan can protect us." Bo Yan and his mother looked desperate. "I have never fought with the world. My husband was just a human. Now he died because of my involvement. My child was also a human. Now he... Chief Wu Xian, please save my young son!"

Chief Wuxiang lowered his eyes to look at the child in her arms and sighed, "He is dead."

The woman fell to the ground and touched the cheek of the little boy in her arms, tears falling drop by drop: "He...he was still breathing just now..."

Chief Wuxiang choked up and said, "He died a cup of tea ago."

The woman fell into great despair. She hugged her child tightly. Sadness swept over everything. Bo Yan leaned against his mother. He licked his brother's cheek, his bright pupils filled with tears.

"Why? The god I serve has fallen. I am just an insignificant guy. Why should I be swept up in this chaotic situation? What's wrong with humans? What's wrong with my husband and children being human..."

The head of the Wuxian tribe paused, her face as solemn as water: "The gods fell, and the myriad tribes rose. No one can avoid the chaos of this world. The ten great witch tribes of Lingshan will also meet their end one day."

She sighed and looked at the still young child: "His soul has not yet dissipated. I can use a secret method to protect his soul from extinction." She turned her eyes to Bo Yan, hesitated for a moment and said, "The soul cannot be without a place to rest. I can put his soul into your child's body. From now on, the brothers will coexist. However, I don't know what the impact will be if a human soul and the spirit of an alien beast are put together."

The woman touched the child's cheek, and Bo Yan, who was leaning beside her, nodded eagerly: "I am willing, please save my brother!"

The mother beside him hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "Please save my child!"

The chief of the Wuxiang clan lowered his hand and touched Bo Yan and Zhong Heng: "So keep your hope alive for the time being, so that you can have a chance to be resurrected in the future."

"Come in quickly."

The woman followed Chief Wuxiang into the deep palace, and she and the little auspicious beast beside her did not even look back.

Xi Sui'an stroked his chin and thought: "This was when Zhong Heng's soul was transferred. According to the chief of the Wuxian tribe, the war between gods had already broken out at that time. Gods fell one after another, and the major races took advantage of the situation to rise up and fight each other. It seems that the so-called Ten Witches of Lingshan could not escape the great fortune of this world."

The human race at that time was so weak that they were probably like Zhong Heng who died so easily.

The scene suddenly changed, and when she looked up again she was in another place.

She looked at the empty space in front of her. It was like a huge door standing between the clouds and water. The water here seemed to be still, and the wind blew without causing any ripples.

"Is that... a boundary gate..." Xi Sui'an seemed to be lost in thought. It was the first time she saw a so-called boundary gate.

Bo Yan's mother came walking on the water, covered in blood. Her breath was extremely weak, and the little animal in her arms was whimpering. The woman's tears mixed with blood dripped on him: "I'm sorry, I can't protect you, and I can't find a way to resurrect your brother. I am a failed mother..." She looked sad, "After you go to the human world, you must protect yourself and your brother..."

She ignored Bo Yan's pleas and threw him out resolutely. The small figure sank into the void and disappeared completely. She fell to the ground and her eyes slowly lost their light.

The scene shifts again, showing the world with thousands of lights on.

She watched Bo Yan hiding here and there, pretending to be a little kitten, sometimes living in humans' homes, sometimes wandering around, and this went on for years.

Until one day he hid in a manor, wanting to settle down temporarily.

Bo Yan jumped onto the low wall, muttering to himself, what can such a low wall protect against? He jumped into the garden and shook his hair: "Zhong Heng, let's stay here for the time being, and we will go somewhere else when spring comes and flowers bloom."

He didn't hear a response from his brother, but instead heard a small surprised voice: "Huh? A talking cat?"

Bo Yan's whole body was stiff. He looked up alertly, but saw a very pale child. The child was extremely thin and looked very sick. "You... heard me talking?"

It was his fault that he didn't check the surrounding environment first. He was caught secretly living in someone else's house, which made him feel so embarrassed that he wanted to scratch his paws.

The young boy squatted down and tried his best to express his friendliness: "I heard you want to live here until spring. It's okay, I'm the only one in this village, you can live here if you like."

The young boy coughed and said palely: "I don't know if I will still be here by then."

Bo Yan raised his paw to run but stopped. He looked up at the human cub and said, "You seem to be sick?"

"Yes, I am sick and there is no way I can get better." The young boy said sadly, "The doctor said I am going to die soon."

"Where did this quack come from?" Bo Yan rolled his eyes. His father was a human doctor and he had never told a patient to wait for death.

The young boy hugged his knees and stretched out his hands: "If you don't mind, wait here with me for spring to come. I also want to see the spring flowers bloom."

Bo Yan stared at the sick cub, as if he saw his cute brother in the past. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded: "Okay, thank you." He couldn't refuse this child who looked like his brother, "My name is Bo Yan."

"My name is Ping Chunlai, you can call me A Ping." The young boy said with a smile.

Xi Sui'an looked at the young boy and 朏朏 and sighed: "This is when they met A Ping."

She watched Ah Ping chatting with Bo Yan while she was in bed, playing in the garden while taking a walk, and he even knew about Zhong Heng's existence. As worthy of the name of the worry-relieving beast, Ah Ping became more cheerful day by day, and his smile became brighter and brighter.

Until one day, Bo Yan asked him doubtfully why his parents didn't come to see him.

Ah Ping lay by the window, looking at the row of crystal icicles on the brick eaves of the wall, and whispered, "They said they would come to see me in the spring." Ah Ping lowered her eyes, "They loved me very much before. I was born when spring came, and my father named me Chunlai, which I think sounds good and has a good meaning.

But later... I got sick and couldn't be cured. They always quarreled because of me, so my mother put me in this farm to recuperate and said she would come to see me later. "

Ah Ping snuggled up to Xiaoxiao's body and buried her head in his soft fur: "I don't know if I can wait until she comes to see me."

"Don't be afraid, I'll be with you." Zhong Heng said in a gentle voice, "Brother will be with you, and I will be with you too."

"It's great that you can be together forever." The young boy whispered enviously.

Xiaoxiao's figure paused. Zhongheng looked at Aping's thin body with sadness in his eyes. He couldn't save a person who had one foot in the gate of hell.

A Ping died on the day of Great Cold.

The snowy night was silent, quiet and lonely. He snuggled up to Xixi's warm body and closed his eyes silently.

I didn't wait until spring came, nor did I get to see the person I wanted to see for the last time.