Chapter 134 The King’s Nest and the Guardian

Bian Zheng had no intention of refuting Bian Qi's words. After leaving the living room, he opened the door of the study room next door.

The windows around the study were tightly closed, the light in the room was sparse, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

The place near the back is covered with a whole wall of scrolls, and the low cabinet below is also filled with scrolls of various sizes, some of which are scattered on the floor due to the owner's negligence.

Bian Zheng knew what those were without looking, and there was a bit of a dark and unreadable look in his eyes.

Bian Qi picked up the scrolls that had fallen to the ground one by one, glanced at the ones that were scattered, then gathered them up expressionlessly and put them back on the table.

He looked at the scroll on the wall. There was nothing on the scroll, only a figure.

The figure of a dark-haired woman.

The brushstrokes used to draw the figure in the painting are very poor, and there is an air of childishness everywhere.

Even though they wear different styles of buns and various dresses, it is clear that they are all the same person.

In other words, it is the shadow of the same person.

Shadow has no face.

The figure in the painting also has no face. There are many faceless people gathered in one place, which looks a little weird.

Bian Qi took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and said displeasedly: "Sometimes, I really want to burn these things on the wall."

His displeasure was natural. As a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, it was abnormal for him to have unspeakable palpitations in his heart just by facing a blurry figure on the scroll.

There was a look of disapproval on Bian Zheng's face, and she glanced at him reproachfully.

These scrolls were originally hung in a small wooden house next to the medicine hut on the top of the mountain, and were all painted by Sheng Fei himself.

"How ridiculous."

The white-haired boy ignored him, and brushed the signature on the painting with his fingertips, but there was no smile in his tone, "She always insisted that she had a sister, but she could not remember the so-called favorite one no matter what.

The face of a human being.”

Without an appearance, or even more description, just relying on a name, finding a person is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"That's it, you still want us to help her find someone?"

What’s even more ridiculous is that in order to defend a lie, they have to pass the truth off as a lie.

Bian Qi was very irritated: "When will we tell her? How long will you keep it secret?"

It wasn't that he was dissatisfied with Sheng Fei's trip. He also felt that the little girl should have the opportunity to see what the outside world was like. Suffering some setbacks was not a big problem.

What the young man couldn't bear was that he and the child were the closest blood relatives, yet he had to be forced to face her in another identity.

He could not be called an elder brother openly, nor could he hear the title he wanted from the little girl.

At this point, Bian Qi had always been envious of his master who was usually not very formal.

Shuangxue and Sheng Fei are not related by blood. If the little girl calls him senior brother, then he is really senior brother. In addition, he does not know many things and is not burdened. The relationship with the little girl is always very natural and comfortable.

Bian Zheng had a gloomy expression on her face and said softly: "You should remember what she looked like when she just woke up."

As soon as these words came out, the young man was silent.

He remembered it clearly and clearly.

How could I forget the emotion shown in those eyes that were even colder than the ice of the cold abyss that would never melt for thousands of years?

What is that?

It was a panic that Bian Qi had never seen or heard before, and a despair that was far from ending.

Don't dare to forget, can't forget.

…

…

"Who are you?"

The little girl was sitting quietly on the bamboo chair. She looked really thin, so thin that it made people feel distressed.

The white-haired boy with his hair combed meticulously squatted down in front of her, and he was much taller than her.

Earlier, his eldest brother told him that the child he had worked hard to take care of for four years finally woke up. Bian Qi's heart could not be described in two words: excitement.

He didn't notice the embarrassed look on his elder brother's face before he walked in, and he completely ignored his elder brother's advice.

Bian Zheng said to him, "Before you open that door, you'd better be prepared."

Bian Qi didn't think much and just entered the house happily.

He couldn't help but be unhappy. In the past four years, in order to take care of the children in front of him, he never ran out to have some fun. He only stayed in the mountains.

When the little girl is awake, she looks the same as when she is asleep. She is just as quiet and well-behaved.

This is his sister, his soft, unique treasure.

Bian Qi wanted to touch her head again and tell her the name everyone had given her, just like when she was sleeping.

Tell her your name.

Tell her we are family.

He did the same.

The girl tilted her head and his hand flew away.

She asked again, her voice smooth and there was no doubt in her eyes.

"Who are you?"

Bian Qi was stunned for a moment, took back his hand, and answered without thinking, "I am Bian Qi."

There seemed to be something wrong. The young man couldn't help but look confused for a moment, and the joy in his heart was slightly diluted by the sudden strange feeling.

But he doesn't think this is a problem.

The girl did not look at him and continued to ask into the air in front of her: "Who is Bian Qi?"

"I am your brother."

Bian Qi moved his position and his eyes met hers again.

She seemed to be reminiscing about something, her eyes lowered for a long time before she looked steadily at the person in front of her.

"fraud."

"I don't have a brother."

"You are a liar."

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…

The little girl's voice was crisp, as clean as the early morning dew.

Just as cold.

Bian Qi didn't know how he got out in the end. He just sat on the lawn outside the house in a daze and looked at the open window of the cabin.

At this moment, he finally understood what his elder brother meant by asking him to prepare, but things were really weird and unacceptable.

He really couldn't stand it.

Someone came out of the house, the person walking behind closed the door and window, and then stood in front of him.

The tall man with the beautiful phoenix eyes looked down at him and said with a smile: "Why, Xiao Qi has been hit?"

Bian Qi looked at the flowing flames floating at his feet in a daze, stood up, and called him: "Third Uncle."

The person who came was Feng Xian, the Third Palace Master of Tong Palace, who was also the one who rescued the little girl from the sea of ​​blood.

His black hair was tied high on the back of his head, forming a thin bundle. The tail of his reddish hair trailed to the ground, like a burning flame or the delicate and colorful tail feathers of a phoenix.

The Feng family and the Bian family are related by marriage to each other and have a close relationship. Although the person in front of them is only half the age of Bian Zheng and his cultivation is far inferior to Bian Zheng, in terms of seniority, he is indeed the elder of the two Bian brothers.

However, Bian Zheng and Feng Xian have always been friends as if they were of the same generation. Unlike Bian Qi, the age difference is really too big.

Not knowing how to answer him, Bian Qi could only look at his brother, and then at the small wooden house with closed doors and windows.

Bian Zheng explained to him: "She fell asleep."

Bian Qi was confused: "Didn't you just wake up not long ago?"

"It's precisely because she just woke up that Huihui's condition is still very unstable right now." Feng Xian sighed and added a few words helplessly, "Her spirit is very poor and she can't stand stimulation."

Fortunately, after receiving the message from Bian Zheng, he rushed from the Demon Realm to Beiyuan, thinking that there would be a surprise waiting for him.

Now, I am probably more surprised than happy.

"Forget it, it's a good thing to wake up, I should be satisfied." Feng Xian said quietly with slightly misty eyes.

God knows how scared he was when he was fishing for people in the sea of ​​​​blood, and his heart was lifted to the sky.

At that time, he thought he might not be able to be saved, thanks to the reliability of his good friend.
To be continued...