"This... is not possible. You are a saint, how dare I be so presumptuous." Sijia's suggestion made Zhui'er feel flattered, and she waved her hands and shook her head.
Sijia smiled and said, "In terms of age, I am only a few years older than Shen Qing. You dare to be friends with a beautiful girl like her, so why can't you do it with me?"
Zhui'er grinned and said, "When we met, I didn't know she was the world-famous Shen Qing."
"I am no longer a saint." Sijia's eyes flashed with light that was between playful and cowardly.
Zhui'er said with a silly smile, "But after all, you were once a saint. Although you no longer have this title, you are still as noble as before."
Sijia raised her eyebrows and said, "It seems that if I want to be friends with you, I have to beg you."
Zhui'er said coyly, "Aren't you making fun of me? I really don't dare to climb high because I feel ashamed of myself."
"Then consider it a favor for me. We will be friends from now on." Sijia looked at Zhui'er with a smile. This smile had not appeared on her face for a long time.
"Well... then... thank you for your kindness." Zhui'er was confused and his face turned red. Everyone was talking about this, and he couldn't hold on anymore. Fate has never been such a thing.
It's not without reason, it's just that people don't know the mystery inside. Sijia's ability to catch up at the right time to rescue Zhui'er from danger cannot be simply attributed to coincidence. It's just that I don't know if Sijia doesn't know the secret of reincarnation.
If so, there will be no answer to the question of whether the fate between the two will end here.
Sijia glanced at Zhui'er with dissatisfaction as a polite warning to him, and then said kindly, "Since we are friends, we need to have a good chat. I want to know more about you, because you are too
It's special, it's an earth escape technique, and it's a top-quality treasure, don't worry, I won't ask you anything you don't want to say, just tell me what you can."
"That's okay!" Zhui'er agreed readily with a naive smile, and then said coyly, "Then...then...can you tell me your story? Just say whatever you want, I've always been so kind to you.
I am very curious, and I am also very curious about...you, a saint."
Sijia showed a teasing look in his eyes and said, "Of course, you can ask whatever you want. I don't have as many unspeakable secrets as you."
"Hehe..." A silly smile is Zhuo'er's magic weapon to deal with others' crowding. Most of the time, when he smiles like this, others will stop caring about him.
"Let's find a place to sit down and chat." Sijia pointed to a beautiful hill in front of him.
"Well..." Zhui'er looked embarrassed and discussed with Sijia, "I still have some small things to deal with. It won't take long. Could you please wait a moment?" Leave the jade slip and reply to Shen Qing.
Seeing that he hadn't done these two things yet, he already had a premonition that he would have to leave his hometown after chatting with the saint. He had to take one last look at his family.
"Why do you use 'you' again?" Sijia scolded him, and then asked with a smile, "You don't want to run away, do you?"
"No, no! I have to leave a jade slip for Shen Qing, and..." Zhui'er hesitated for a moment, then simply said, "I have family living nearby, and I want to take a look."
"Oh..." Sijia showed a smile that had mastered Zhui'er's secret, "Go ahead, I will follow you secretly to prevent encountering monsters again."
"I can protect myself..." Although Zhui'er trusted her, he still didn't want her to see her family.
"Okay, then go ahead." Sijia waved his hand cheerfully.
"You are a saint, you can't keep your words." Zhui'er added uneasily, and then left with his sword.
"How many times have I told you, I am no longer a saint, I am so stupid." Sijia muttered in his heart while holding back his laughter. After Zhui'er flew away, he immediately disappeared and chased after her.
Zhui'er did not return to the White-Eyed Blood Bat's cave. He had to wait until he finished talking to Sijia to leave a message for Shen Qing, so he went home directly.
After Sijia followed for a while, she saw Zhui'er plunge into the ground, and it sank to a depth that could not be detected by her spiritual consciousness.
"You brat, do you think I won't be able to find you like this?" Sijia was actually aroused by his childlike innocence. As he flew, he spread his consciousness to search nearby places where mortals lived.
Less than half an hour later, she finally found Zhui'er. It was in a cemetery on the edge of a small fishing village. Zhui'er passed away in front of a new grave where a husband and wife were buried together. A rich middle-aged man was holding him and shouting anxiously.
"Brother, wake up! Brother, wake up!"
Sijia was afraid that the middle-aged man's shout would attract the villagers, so he hurriedly concealed himself and went down to cast a spell to wake up Zhui'er.
When Zhui'er woke up, he didn't cry loudly, but the way he looked at the new grave was unbearable.
"Brother... don't be like this. My father and mother passed away safely." Xian'er advised Zhui'er with a choked voice while wiping her tears, "Dad drank a few too many glasses of wine and fell asleep and didn't get up again.
Mom... Mom, she didn't show any signs of grief after dad died. She called us to give us instructions and then said she was going with dad. Before we could say anything, she left with a smile on her face.
Yes, brother, don’t be too sad..."
Zhui'er remained silent, and his eyes began to slowly turn red, not like bloodshot redness, but the entire whites of his eyes were turning red.
Sijia had no choice but to recite the calming mantra to help him calm down. He couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he had found him, otherwise this kid would have been in big trouble today.
Zhui'er knew that Sijia was helping him. After the urgent anger was eliminated, he sighed sadly, looked at Xian'er and murmured, "The person who loves us most is gone, and we will be lonely people from now on. Little brother, you have to be good."
Take care of yourself, don't blame your elder brother for being cruel, he can't come to visit you often..."
"Brother, just take care of yourself. We have plenty of food and clothing at home, so you don't have to worry about my little brother."
Zhui'er's suggestion that he will be a lonely person from now on doesn't have much emotion. He is over fifty years old, how can he rely on the love of his parents? Of course, his parents' departure makes him extremely sad.
, but not to the level of Zhui'er. This is the test of life. In comparison, Zhui'er, the elder brother, is still just a child.
Zhui'er held Xian'er's shoulders and said, "Remember the teachings of your parents, educate your children and grandchildren well, accumulate virtue and do good deeds, never do anything bad, and maintain the family tradition of our Lang family. This is what I want to tell you."
"Brother, don't worry. The good deeds my parents did during their lifetimes have not stopped. As long as the family still has money, I will continue to do those good deeds. The funeral of my parents is the best lesson for our children and grandchildren. That day, we traveled far and wide.
Thousands of people came to see our parents off, which is the honor of our Lang family, and the children will remember it. Our parents will live a good life."
s?: Thank you? I drift away without saying a word. I will go back and try to add a few more chapters for the continuous rewards from my senior brother. Thank you very much. "This... is not possible. You are a saint. How can I dare to be so presumptuous?" Sijia said.
Zhui'er was flattered by the suggestion, waving his hands and shaking his head.
Sijia smiled and said, "In terms of age, I am only a few years older than Shen Qing. You dare to be friends with a beautiful girl like her, so why can't you do it with me?"
Zhui'er grinned and said, "When we met, I didn't know she was the world-famous Shen Qing."
"I am no longer a saint." Sijia's eyes flashed with light that was between playful and cowardly.
Zhui'er said with a silly smile, "But after all, you were once a saint. Although you no longer have this title, you are still as noble as before."
Sijia raised her eyebrows and said, "It seems that if I want to be friends with you, I have to beg you."
Zhui'er said coyly, "Aren't you making fun of me? I really don't dare to climb high because I feel ashamed of myself."
"Then consider it a favor for me. We will be friends from now on." Sijia looked at Zhui'er with a smile. This smile had not appeared on her face for a long time.
"Well... then... thank you for your kindness." Zhui'er was confused and his face turned red. Everyone was talking about this, and he couldn't hold on anymore. Fate has never been such a thing.
It's not without reason, it's just that people don't know the mystery inside. Sijia's ability to catch up at the right time to rescue Zhui'er from danger cannot be simply attributed to coincidence. It's just that I don't know if Sijia doesn't know the secret of reincarnation.
If so, there will be no answer to the question of whether the fate between the two will end here.
Sijia glanced at Zhui'er with dissatisfaction as a polite warning to him, and then said kindly, "Since we are friends, we need to have a good chat. I want to know more about you, because you are too
It's special, it's an earth escape technique, and it's a top-quality treasure, don't worry, I won't ask you anything you don't want to say, just tell me what you can."
"That's okay!" Zhui'er agreed readily with a naive smile, and then said coyly, "Then...then...can you tell me your story? Just say whatever you want, I've always been so kind to you.
I am very curious, and I am also very curious about...you, a saint."
Sijia showed a teasing look in his eyes and said, "Of course, you can ask whatever you want. I don't have as many unspeakable secrets as you."
"Hehe..." A silly smile is Zhuo'er's magic weapon to deal with others' crowding. Most of the time, when he smiles like this, others will stop caring about him.
"Let's find a place to sit down and chat." Sijia pointed to a beautiful hill in front of him.
"Well..." Zhui'er looked embarrassed and discussed with Sijia, "I still have some small things to deal with. It won't take long. Could you please wait a moment?" Leave the jade slip and reply to Shen Qing.
Seeing that he hadn't done these two things yet, he already had a premonition that he would have to leave his hometown after chatting with the saint. He had to take one last look at his family.
"Why do you use 'you' again?" Sijia scolded him, and then asked with a smile, "You don't want to run away, do you?"
"No, no! I have to leave a jade slip for Shen Qing, and..." Zhui'er hesitated for a moment, then simply said, "I have family living nearby, and I want to take a look."
"Oh..." Sijia showed a smile that had mastered Zhui'er's secret, "Go ahead, I will follow you secretly to prevent encountering monsters again."
"I can protect myself..." Although Zhui'er trusted her, he still didn't want her to see her family.
"Okay, then go ahead." Sijia waved his hand cheerfully.
"You are a saint, you can't keep your words." Zhui'er added uneasily, and then left with his sword.
"How many times have I told you, I am no longer a saint, I am so stupid." Sijia muttered in his heart while holding back his laughter. After Zhui'er flew away, he immediately disappeared and chased after her.
Zhui'er did not return to the White-Eyed Blood Bat's cave. He had to wait until he finished talking to Sijia to leave a message for Shen Qing, so he went home directly.
After Sijia followed for a while, she saw Zhui'er plunge into the ground, and it sank to a depth that could not be detected by her spiritual consciousness.
"You brat, do you think I won't be able to find you like this?" Sijia was actually aroused by his childlike innocence. As he flew, he spread his consciousness to search nearby places where mortals lived.
Less than half an hour later, she finally found Zhui'er. It was in a cemetery on the edge of a small fishing village. Zhui'er passed away in front of a new grave where a husband and wife were buried together. A rich middle-aged man was holding him and shouting anxiously.
"Brother, wake up! Brother, wake up!"
Sijia was afraid that the middle-aged man's shout would attract the villagers, so he hurriedly concealed himself and went down to cast a spell to wake up Zhui'er.
When Zhui'er woke up, he didn't cry loudly, but the way he looked at the new grave was unbearable.
"Brother... don't be like this. My father and mother passed away safely." Xian'er advised Zhui'er with a choked voice while wiping her tears, "Dad drank a few too many glasses of wine and fell asleep and didn't get up again.
Mom... Mom, she didn't show any signs of grief after dad died. She called us to give us instructions and then said she was going with dad. Before we could say anything, she left with a smile on her face.
Yes, brother, don’t be too sad..."
Zhui'er remained silent, and his eyes began to slowly turn red, not like bloodshot redness, but the entire whites of his eyes were turning red.
Sijia had no choice but to recite the calming mantra to help him calm down. He couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he had found him, otherwise this kid would have been in big trouble today.
Zhui'er knew that Sijia was helping him. After the urgent anger was eliminated, he sighed sadly, looked at Xian'er and murmured, "The person who loves us most is gone, and we will be lonely people from now on. Little brother, you have to be good."
Take care of yourself, don't blame your elder brother for being cruel, he can't come to visit you often..."
"Brother, just take care of yourself. We have plenty of food and clothing at home, so you don't have to worry about my little brother."
Zhui'er's suggestion that he will be a lonely person from now on doesn't have much emotion. He is over fifty years old, how can he rely on the love of his parents? Of course, his parents' departure makes him extremely sad.
, but not to the level of Zhui'er. This is the test of life. In comparison, Zhui'er, the elder brother, is still just a child.
Zhui'er held Xian'er's shoulders and said, "Remember the teachings of your parents, educate your children and grandchildren well, accumulate virtue and do good deeds, never do anything bad, and maintain the family tradition of our Lang family. This is what I want to tell you."
"Brother, don't worry. The good deeds my parents did during their lifetimes have not stopped. As long as the family still has money, I will continue to do those good deeds. The funeral of my parents is the best lesson for our children and grandchildren. That day, we traveled far and wide.
Thousands of people came to see our parents off, which is the honor of our Lang family, and the children will remember it. Our parents will live a good life."
Chapter completed!