Su Heng's dark eyes curved, and his voice was soft:

"You look a lot like an old friend I know."

Old friend?

Su Qiao chuckled when he heard this, and couldn't help but raise his hand to rub the little boy's head, "Little boy, do you have any old friends?"

If you really want to talk about old friends, I do have quite a few.

Huo Jingci, Shen Yi, Shen Ye, Su Heng, Ji Huaijiu.

Which of these five is not the same as Tang Monk's search for scriptures, which went through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties.

The hardships involved could easily fill a book.

Su Heng's beautiful black eyes were slightly cold, her face was innocent and harmless, and her voice was sweet and soft, "It's just like..."

The image made him disgusted.

This girl really looks like Su Xiaoqiao sometimes.

But sometimes it doesn't look like it.

The sister in my memory is perfect and impeccable.

Every frown and every smile seems to be calculated.

Warm mountains and soft waters lead to gentleness.

Perfect, but not real either.

It always gives him the illusion of being out of reach.

Su Heng's world is divided into black and white.

"I don't have to yearn for the light."

"Provided that……"

"Never let me meet Su Xiaoqiao again."

The little girl forced her way into his world and pulled the boy out of hell, allowing him to see the light of day.

The little boy tightened his fingertips little by little, raised his snow-faced face and stared at her quietly, like a demonic barrier, and murmured in a hoarse voice, "Why does she leave just as she says?"

It's just a sword formation.

It's just ruined.

Why should she leave as soon as she said so without leaving him a single thought?

Su Heng's black eyes like glass blinked, and his voice became soft and fragmented:

"I know sister never likes me."

The little guy hugged her tightly and said in a soft voice, "I miss her, I really miss my sister."

Su Qiao was slightly startled. He didn't expect that the sister he mentioned could touch this little guy so much.

The girl was still held by him, helplessly comforting him, "Wait, wait, don't cry."

"Maybe your sister just wants to save you?"

This sentence came to mind immediately, and then Su Qiao blurted it out almost subconsciously.

——Maybe your sister just wants to save you?

Su Heng tilted his head slightly, his black eyes flashed with scorn, and his childish voice sounded soft and harmless, "Anyone may like her, but I can't."

after all……

He is Su Heng.

The fifteen-year-old demon king who ravaged the martial arts world and killed without batting an eyelid.

The girl sympathized with the suffering of the people, so how could she have any feelings for him, the culprit?

Su Qiao lowered her eyes and glanced at this little guy with unclear emotions, and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

It seems that the relationship between this man and his "sister" is not as complicated as usual.

The girl lazily placed her chin on his shoulder and chuckled softly, "Maybe your sister is trying to protect you? Who told you that she doesn't like it anymore?"

Hearing what this little guy said about his sister, Su Qiao couldn't help but think of the scene when he went to the sword formation alone a long time ago.

The emotions in the young man's eyes ranged from despair to hatred.

What is despair?

Probably the person who sent you to hell once took you to heaven.

Su Qiao sighed quietly.

That little lunatic probably still thinks that she sacrificed herself in order to get rid of him, right?

Su Heng may never know.

Only one of the two people in that sword formation can survive.

It was the best choice for her to sacrifice herself.
Chapter completed!