Your Majesty doesn't know

Sheng Ling walked up to He Zichen and knelt down, stretched out his hand and patted his back lightly, without saying a word, silently stayed by his side.

It is not surprising that He Ziyang chose Sheng Ling. He felt something at the beginning, but he did not try to stop it. Unlike before, this time it was Ziyang's own choice.Fortunately, He Zichen was much stronger than last time. Although tears were falling, he was more reluctant than sad.

The little yellow flowers planted before Ziyang disappeared were irrigated by tears, and they grew in the wind. They grew a few inches taller, and the flowers became much bigger.He Zichen saw this scene through his teary eyes, and turned his mouth into a smile.

Ziyang, your flowers bloom so well.

He Zichen wiped away his tears, stood up and looked from a distance, the breeze was blowing and the sun was just right.

He Zichen looked towards the vast and boundless Lost River, cleared his throat, and said, "Let's cross the river."

Sheng Ling held his hand, hesitantly said: "Zichen, you..."

"I'm fine. It's important. I'll go to the other bank to see that 'old friend' who was making trouble behind the scenes. When it dies, I want to go home and have a good sleep." It wasn't completely dry, but there was a bright smile on his face, "I miss the fish soup my mother made."

Hearing what he said, Sheng Ling's eyes became even more worried, but he didn't say anything, he just hugged him lightly, then quickly separated, and raised his hand to call out the flying sword.

Some things, no one can escape.It couldn't be better if he could face it calmly.

The Lost River will suck all the souls on the river into the river water, and only the high-altitude sword can avoid its attraction.And the higher the flying height of Yujian, the more spiritual power will be consumed. The river is very wide. If it is not for the extremely strong spiritual power, it will not be able to support it to the other side. Once the spiritual power is exhausted halfway, it will only fall into the lost river end.

He Zichen stood behind Sheng Ling, stretched out his hands to wrap around Sheng Ling's waist, and the cloud passed over them, leaving a layer of coolness.He Zichen leaned his head on Sheng Ling's shoulder, suddenly felt a little sleepy, and quietly closed his eyes.

"He Zichen, He Zichen, don't die..."

"If you die, I, I will hate myself to death! Please...don't die, He Zichen..."

In a daze, He Zichen suddenly remembered the scene a few years ago. It was the first time Sheng Ling carried him on his back, and it was also the first time he heard Sheng Ling speak.

That time when He Zichen cut off the strings of Jue Yin, Sheng Ling was very angry, and even He Ziyang, who had always been tolerant of him, was also angry, because Jue Yin was a birthday present from He Ziyang to Sheng Ling, and the two They are all very cherished.

He Zichen felt that the most unmannered thing he did was that even he himself couldn't understand what kind of evil he had fallen into to be so violent in the first place.In short, because of his inexplicable unhappiness for a while, he cut off the string of Jue Yin, which made both partners angry and made everyone unhappy.Afterwards, he was also very remorseful, and felt that his behavior was quite disgusting. Adhering to the principle of correcting when he knew his mistakes, He Zichen tried his best to make amends to Sheng Ling, but this time Sheng Ling's attitude was extremely firm, and he still refused to forgive him.

He Zichen thought about it for a while, and the sound of silence is to Sheng Ling, roughly what Jinghong is to himself. Put yourself in the position, if someone breaks the string of his Jinghong and turns it into a useless bow...then he won't cut it. The death of the other party is probably true love.

Thinking about it this way, He Zichen understands Sheng Ling very well, and he feels so regretful that he wants to slap his mouth. With his nature, if he can make up for his mistakes, he will make up for it. If he can't make up for it, let the other party retaliate. , throwing Jinghong to Sheng Ling is the fairest and most appropriate way, but——

He couldn't bear to startle the rainbow.

This made He Zichen very entangled. It should be said that this is the most entangled thing in his life. On the one hand, his personal principles and morals are on the other hand, and on the other hand, he is the treasure that is his life. He really does not know how to choose, and the whole person is anxious about it for several days.

He only cared about struggling alone, but never thought that maybe Sheng Ling didn't need to vent his anger in the way that destroyed his Jinghong—of course, he didn't care what Sheng Ling thought, he just acted according to his own way of doing things. Thinking in the Tao, everything requires a clear heart.

I have become such a mother-in-law that I don't even have the responsibilities of a man?

——He Zichen thought so anxiously.

But Uncle Baifeng gave me Jinghong. At that time, I promised that Gong would be there, so how could I not keep my promise?Besides, rather than destroying Jinghong, it would be better to stab me with a sword...

Wait, stab me with a sword?

Even after several years of what happened next, He Zichen felt blush when he thought about it. Even though his thoughts were always different from ordinary people, he never thought that his original thoughts could be so unbelievable.

In order to calm down Shengling and protect Jinghong at the same time, He Zichen thrust the sword into Shengling's hand forcefully, and said seriously: "Shengling, I did something wrong and broke your things. You stab me with the sword!" Let you vent your anger, don't be angry with me."

Without squinting, Sheng Ling dropped the sword in his hand and left.The same thing happened countless times in half a month, and Sheng Ling ignored him.

What if the creditor refuses to cooperate?

He Zichen actively used his brain, he didn't care about any consequences when he committed a stubborn offense, and never thought about how he would suffer, so he made up his mind to ask Sheng Ling to avenge the sword himself.Finally, during a hunt, He Zichen disguised himself as a monster by means of blindfolding, and was successfully hit by an arrow shot by Sheng Ling.

What was a little different from the plan was that since the attack was on a monster, and the distance was neither too far nor too close, the arrow was a bit stronger, and the arrow branch almost pierced his entire chest.

The blindfold failed, He Zichen covered the wound, and smiled triumphantly at Sheng Ling: "Sheng Ling, now... you have to calm down." He couldn't stand still, and fell down with a smile, his eyelids dropped I saw a white shadow flying towards him before.

"He Zichen!!"

That was the first time He Zichen heard Sheng Ling speak, his voice was hoarse and not pleasant at all.At that time, He Zichen hadn't passed out completely, but his mind was a little unclear, and he felt as if he was about to fall asleep.Hearing Sheng Ling's call, he desperately opened his eyes to see what Sheng Ling's expression was - he was so curious, if he pretended to die, would Sheng Ling be a little sad?

His vision was a bit blurred, and he couldn't see Sheng Ling's expression clearly, but he saw the blood on the corner of Sheng Ling's mouth, which was the injury he suffered from forcibly breaking the ban.

"He Zichen, don't die, please...don't die!"

Hearing Sheng Ling's words in a daze, He Zichen was a little proud, but also a little inexplicably sad. Sheng Ling's voice sounded...worse than crying?

Well, since Sheng Ling said he didn't want him to die, then he shouldn't die...

He Zichen was thinking like this in a daze, and there was a secret joy in his heart. It turned out that Sheng Ling was so afraid of his death, so he wouldn't scare him anymore.At that time, his mind was already confused, thinking that he was "pretending to die", but he didn't think that if Bai Feng hadn't noticed that Sheng Ling had broken the ban and rushed over, he might have died young.

This matter was really stupid, so stupid that He Zichen himself subconsciously forgot about it. When he suddenly thought of it, He Zichen thought, could it be that he had other thoughts about Sheng Ling as early as that time, but he didn't realize it? ?

Tsk, silly boy.

Feijian jolted suddenly, shaking He Zichen's hazy drowsiness away.

"What's the matter?" He Zichen asked, seeing that Sheng Ling seemed to be a little spiritually exhausted, he said, "Take a break, let me come."

Sheng Ling didn't try to be brave, nodded, and adjusted his breath after He Zichen took over.

The two crossed over the Lost River alternately, and after an unknown amount of time, they finally reached the other side of the Lost River.

Compared with the vast territory of the Living Kingdom, the other side of the Lost River is pitifully small. From a distance, it is just a long dark strip, like a lonely island. When it is close, He Zichen finds what he thought was a shabby place. It looks quite majestic.

It was a city, a black city that contained all non-living things.

It was called the city of Naraka.

The two put away their flying swords and fell into the city.It wasn't until I was in it that I realized that the city was really huge, and the city was quite empty, with palaces, towers and other buildings scattered and irregularly distributed, making the Luojia city look like a somewhat perfunctory maze.

Wisps of demon energy could be felt in the air, but as if they knew they were coming, all the demons hid and did not appear.As a result, only the two of them were left in the huge city, and the sound was very clear on the road.

Quiet, so quiet.

He Zichen and Sheng Ling looked at each other, and were a little surprised that the man in the dark did not show up to "greet" them. Such an unusual calm made them dare not take it lightly, although He Ziyang said that he felt that it was already very weak , but in the end the enemy is in the dark and I am in the light.

The two walked for a while, and arrived at a very empty flat ground. In the center of the flat ground stood a huge white marble statue, which was a phoenix with a graceful figure and lush wings.

"White phoenix?" Sheng Ling was surprised, and He Zichen looked at each other, and also saw obvious doubts on the other's face.

The statue of the phoenix is ​​not surprising, there is a huge phoenix statue in front of the altar of Yousheng Kingdom, but it is a bit strange that it appears in Naluojia City where all the demons gather.

The white phoenix, the last phoenix hatched after the fall of the gods, was the last phoenix in the world. At that time, the three worlds collapsed and the world was in chaos. It has contributed a lot to the stability of this small world.

The white phoenix is ​​regarded as the most holy bird by the Yousheng Kingdom, and it is the totem embroidered on the white clothes of the Zhaixing Tower. All the people of the Yousheng Kingdom respect and admire it.But this kind of admiration should not appear in Luojia City. Even if the water on both sides of the river is generally not disturbed by the river, how can the grievances between the demons and other races, especially the gods, be broken?