The Word of Doomsday Rebirth

Chapter 263
Wu Zhi glanced at him.

"When I was chasing Nangong Sixiao two years ago, I saved her."

Who knew that after being rescued, he "laid on" and refused to leave.

Cheng Ci was indescribably irritated.

He pursed his lips, "Have you been with him for the past two years?"

Wu Zhi nodded, "Yes."

A blade of grass beside Cheng Ci's hand was torn up without a sound.

Xiaocao bent down aggrieved.

He crushed the fragile grass with his fingertips, and the freshness of the grass seemed to linger at the tip of his nose.

Cheng Ci smiled nonchalantly, "Then you... childhood sweethearts?"

"Why didn't you mention it to us before?"

Wu Zhi looked at him in surprise, this is clearly a fabricated identity, Cheng Ci... how could he not guess it?
"Fake, Su Yihan is..."

Wu Zhi paused for a moment, thinking about what identity should be better.

"It's my subordinate, probably like Chu Xian and Xu Huai."

Cheng Ci smiled lightly, his eyes were slightly cold, "Really, it seems that Su Yihan treats Zhizhi very unusually."

Xu Huai and Chu Lian?
On the surface it is a relationship between the superior and the superior, but in secret, they are friends of life and death, brothers, and they are people who can turn their backs on each other.

Cheng Ci lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and all thoughts were blocked.

Wu Zhi's eyes moved slightly, wondering what Cheng Ci's words meant, and suddenly it occurred to Xu Huai and Chu Xian that they were not just superiors and subordinates, and it became clear instantly.

"Ciye was thinking wrong. To me, he is just like Ciye's follower. I saved him, and he regarded me as a benefactor and paid for it with his life."

The grass was ground into green juice, exuding a faint fragrance, floating in the air quietly in the night space.

How vulgar.

A promise trick?
Cheng Ci pursed his lips and turned his eyes slightly, "Really, I think Su Yihan respects you very much and is a good subordinate."

Wu Zhi looked at the bright moon in the center of the space, put her hands behind her back, "Yeah."

What she wants is not respect, but loyalty.

Su Yihan's temperament is indeed persistent, and if he decides on one thing, it will consume him until he dies.

But the Su Yihan of the two generations became the current Su Yihan.

Wu Zhi was not sure.

She needs time and conflicts to prove that Su Yihan and Nangong Sixiao have nothing to do with each other.

Before that, Wu Zhi would never give Su Yihan complete trust.

Su Yihan also understands it himself, so he never said much, but only proved it with actions.

Hearing her agreeing response, Cheng Ci couldn't help but look up, but found that Wu Zhi seemed to be deep in thought on this question, which made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Can you tell me about your relationship with Nangong Sixiao? Was it she who teamed up with Yang Yayin that day?"

Wu Zhi stood up, faced the soft moonlight all over her body, and stretched out her hand to him, "Let's talk in the room, it's time for Qing Meng Qinghe to have afternoon tea."

Cheng Ci was stunned for a moment looking at the delicate and white palm, and then, the big hand with well-defined bones held her back, and stood up with her strength.

"it is good."

Cheng Ci naturally took her hand and walked towards the small villa, familiar with the road, as if he had been here countless times.

Wu Zhi grabbed the hem of the shirt, half a step behind him, following his steps.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the space, blowing up Cheng Ci's windbreaker, and Wu Zhi's hair also moved slightly in the wind.

In the small villa is another world.

Cheng Ci looked at the structure of the house, but saw two children running down the second floor in a hurry.

One big and one small, the older boy seems to be about five years old, and the younger girl seems to be about three years old.

Cheng Ci silently breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be nice if it wasn't born by Wu Zhi.

(...Ciye's mind is wide open.)
Qinghe ran downstairs to see Cheng Ci, and suddenly stopped in a jerk, Qingmeng blinked, wondering why he stopped before he had a place, but he didn't slow down, and bumped into him all at once.

"Wow!"

Qinghe panicked and forgot that he could use vines. Qingmeng threw herself on Qinghe's back in a daze and blinked softly.

Qinghe covered his head with his hands, tears streaming down his face.

Clear the dream of this pit brother! !

His cute and handsome face wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!
Wu Zhi, "..."

She rubbed her forehead, "How long are you guys going to stay? Severe?"

Cheng Ci's ears moved slightly, he looked at Qinghe, and smiled slowly, "Squeaky...Qinghe?"

Well, not even a human, just a vine.

The other...is the rose flower.

Qinghe opened his eyes, and found that he was in a posture of not falling. He stretched out his hand and touched his body, and there was an invisible barrier under him.

Qing He breathed a sigh of relief, gritted his teeth and said to Qing Meng who was behind him, "Qing! Meng! Come down for me!"

Qing Meng stood up slowly, "...Oh."

Only then did Qinghe stand up, and then ran towards the kitchen.

Qing Meng followed behind with her short legs.

Wu Zhi simply forgot about Cheng Ci beside her, and followed them to the kitchen.

"Wu Zhi, my little bench has escaped."

Wu Zhi found it out from the cabinet, "Here."

Qinghe moved the small bench to the cooking table, looked at Wu Zhi eagerly, with 'I'm very greedy' written all over his eyes, "I want to eat ice powder this afternoon."

"Brown sugar ice powder?"

"Um!"

"The Seshi help boil the water, do you know the amount?"

Qinghe nodded, and ran down the bench to get a pot of water.

Wu Zhi cut the watermelon into bite-sized chunks, and washed another bowl of blueberries.

Qing Meng was squatting in front of the cabinet, holding a bowl to scoop up raisins and hawthorn pieces.

Cheng Ci watched from the door, with indescribable emotions flooding his chest, and he couldn't breathe.

Only two years.

Whether it is long or short, there is an invisible barrier called 'habit' between them.

He seems to be missing a lot.

Cheng Ci's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

Habits are meant to be broken.

He rolled up his sleeves, showing his white wrists, "Zhi Zhi, let me have the brown sugar."

Wu Zhi was startled, and blinked her eyes.

She forgot about Cheng Ci.

She hesitated, "Master Ci, you still..."

Cheng Ci walked to her side, "Where is the brown sugar?"

Wu Zhi swallowed the words silently, "It's in the cabinet above your head."

Cheng Ci took out the brown sugar and tilted his head, "Cold water?"

"Well, the ratio of water and brown sugar is 1:1 and boiled until it becomes sticky."

Wu Zhi took the time to glance at Qinghe, don't look at Qinghe's little one, his actions are not sloppy.

In the small kitchen, the four of them seemed to be busy. The warm yellow light shone on the kitchen, and it seemed a little warm.

In the distance, fireflies are still flying in the night, as if they are tireless.

15 minute later.

The ice-cold ice powder is in front of everyone.

Originally, it was not so fast, even if it was placed in the ice cellar, it would take half an hour.

But I can't help but have a mutated ice-type supernatural being by your side.

With a slight movement of this ability, the steaming brown sugar can become icy cold.

Qinghe and Qingmeng ate happily.

Cheng Ci, "What level is the clear dream?"

Qingmeng raised her head softly, looking at him with a hint of fear in her eyes, big and cute eyes, she said timidly, "Qingmeng is ten...tenth level."

Qing Meng has never forgotten that in that illusion, Cheng Ci suddenly turned his head to look at her body at the last moment, and that deep and terrifying look in her eyes made her unforgettable.

Wu Zhi looked curiously at Qinghe who was very quiet tonight, and Qingmeng who would be afraid to hug a bowl even if she spoke.

There was a little more puzzlement in his eyes.

Ci Ye is so gentle, although he is a bit cooler, it doesn't make the two little guys so scared, right?

(End of this chapter)