Immortal Voices Chapter 96: The Prodigal Son

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Sizhen's eyebrows are faintly entangled. He looks at Rong Xian's familiar eyebrows, and only feels that there is something important that he has forgotten.

He flipped through the memory, and it seemed that there was no difference.

He was chased and killed in the Middle Thousand Realm and accidentally fell into the Little Thousand Realm and woke up in this small town.

He touched his chest, and when he saw Rong Xian, he only felt that he had found the treasure in his palm, but another desperation spontaneously emerged. The heart seemed to have broken a big hole, and he couldn't make it up.

The phoenix eyes that were exactly the same as Rong Xian were very confused, and the empty sadness filled Rong Xian's heart with a strange feeling.

She guessed what Si Zhen might have felt. She lowered her eyelids, and her long eyelashes concealed the inexplicable emotions under her eyes.

She wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

The original owner of this body had died before she seized her home. Her rebirth shouldn't be described as seized home. She just chose a corpse by mistake.

Not this body, it will be something else.

It's easy to seize the home, but to regain the vitality of the exorcism is no different from ascending to the sky. Thanks to the existence of the wood spirit orbs, this was done.

But even so, the pain she suffered at the time now made her heart beat.

But in any case, her current body has a constant relationship with this man.

"Uncle Zhen?" Rong Xian broke the dead silence in this room first.

Sizhen came back to her senses, pressed the inexplicable feeling in the bottom of her heart, and said embarrassedly: "You just lost your mind, what did you say?"

Rong Xian smiled, and repeats in a good temper: "I saw your heart frustrated and wanted to relieve you, but I didn't expect you to worry about me in the end."

Si Zhen glanced at Rong Xian deeply and said: "My problem has been solved, and I would like to thank Xiao Xian for solving it."

He has found the treasure of intuition, and then looks for an opportunity to work hard to retrieve the lost memory, and all doubts are solved.

As for the inexplicable despair just now, he didn't want to go into it like an escape.

Rong Xian looked blank: Huh?

Sizhen rubbed the girl's hair intimately, and said with a smile: "You make me feel that this world is beautiful, no matter how anxious I have been and how much suffering I endured, it will always pass."

Rong Xian smiled cleverly, making Si Zhen almost unavoidable to stretch out her hand again.

"I won't bother you anymore. Let's eat quickly. I will rest in the inn at night. There is a small courtyard in the backyard that is always empty. I will send someone to clean it." Only when I realized that I was wasting people's time, I said goodbye very appropriately.

Rong Xian got up and saw him off, with a grateful expression: "Thank you, Uncle Zhen for the hospitality."

"Stupid girl, why are you polite to me." Sizhen finished speaking, and repeatedly told Rong Xian to leave quickly after eating. He needs to have someone clean Rong Xian's house as soon as possible.

Looking at Sizhen's departure, the smile on Rong Xian's face closed up, but she didn't appear indifferent, even though she had a straight face, the whole body still exuded a warm breath.

She sat back in her original position, the look in her eyes was very complicated.

Thirteen years later, she saw this man again, and sure enough, the cause and effect that she owed was always to be repaid.

Looking at the food on the table, Rong Xian could feel the cautiousness and earnestness of the cook. She grabbed the chopsticks and ate all the small dishes on the table unhurriedly.

When she put down her chopsticks and poured a glass of white water to drink, she realized that the noise outside had gradually disappeared.

Looking down, there are only scattered lights in the previously bright market. The night is deep, and everyone has returned home to rest.

Home.

Leaving Xuanhua Mountain, she wandered outside for eight years without a permanent home.

There are her master and brothers in Xuanhua Mountain. Is that her home? No, it's just a place to stay.

Wuxin Cliff of the Holy Mountain is not even a home anymore, it is just a duty she must shoulder.

Since the Rong family was exterminated, her home has also been destroyed.

Now thinking about it, she turned out to be a prodigal son.

It seems to be amused by his own description. Rong Xian's eyebrows and eyes are full of open smiles, bright and beautiful, and people can't help but want to store them forever.

Rong Xian put down the cup, and the temperature around her body was blown away by the night wind. She sat quietly in front of the window and suddenly felt lonely, but her eyes were still gentle, as if there was no haze.

"Girl." Xiao Er's voice suddenly came from outside the door.

Rong Xian got up and opened the door, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

The attitude of Xiao Er is a little more awed than before: "The boss has asked the younger one to pass on the message. The room arranged for the girl is ready. The boss said that it is getting late and the girl should rest earlier."

The corner of Rong Xian's mouth bends: "Okay, let's go over now."

Little Er knows, holding the lantern hung on the railing to lead the way.

The inn is very large, and the guest rooms in the backyard are also clean.

No one was encountered on the way to the inn. Lanterns were sparsely hung on both sides of the path paved with stones to show the way for guests who wake up at night.

Following Xiao Erlai, who just stepped into the courtyard, Rong Xian's footsteps paused slightly, and a stream of light flashed in his eyes.

She held out her hand to Xiao Er and said with a smile: "Just send it here, give me the lantern, and you can go back."

Xiao Er looked at the room close at hand, handed the lantern to Rong Xian neatly, and said with a smile: "Then I will go first. If the girl needs it, she can shout outside the courtyard. I will soon Will come."

Rong Xian nodded and smiled, the little Er who watched blushed, and hurriedly left.

Rong Xian stood there watching his figure go away, turned around, clinging to the lantern and walking towards the room unhurriedly.

Her steps are very steady, the distance of each step is the same, her back is straight, obviously like a sharp and rigid sword, but it is pressed down by the warm smile of her mouth and the graceful grace between her gestures and feet. .

Rong Xian stopped at the door of the room, turned and stared at the path that he had just walked.

She held the lantern steadily, and her gentle voice was gently dispersed by the night breeze: "I don't know where the friend is here, can you show up?"

The voice fell, and the candle in the lantern flickered. When I went to see the courtyard again, several monks appeared out of thin air.

In the small courtyard room apart, Si Zhen, who was looking through Rong Xian's information, suddenly sat upright, a trace of displeasure crossed his eyes, and he was extremely dissatisfied that someone came uninvited.

Sizhen stood up, took a step forward, and the person had disappeared in the room.

On Rong Xian's side, the monk headed by a black brocade robe looked at her blankly for a moment, and said: "Rong Xian?"

Rong Xian looked at this person more and found that he was a little familiar, as if he had seen him before.

After thinking about it carefully, it turned out that this person is from Yuxiaomen. When she practised medicine under the jurisdiction of the Yuxiao Sect, she happened to meet the Yuxiao Sect’s apprentice, and was personally passed on by the disciple of the Yuxiao Sect to beg for a kiss.

And this person stood beside Anyang when he accepted the disciple.

Rong Xian blinked and answered frankly: "Exactly."

These two words are full of confidence and affirmation, as if she never denies herself, she lives upright.