Chapter 1963 The sense of disharmony will eventually disappear

"Xiao Qiong!!!"

Su Jing screamed in surprise.

"What's wrong, brother, I'm here."

Qin Qiong raised his head in confusion, looked at Su Jing, and felt the sudden tension in his feet, as if Su Jing had just become nervous.

"No...nothing."

Su Jing shook his head, covered his head and said, "Maybe it's due to confusion in memory, leading to delusions. I'm still shocked from time to time... But this period is much better than before."

"That's good. If you feel any discomfort, be sure to tell me."

Qin Qiong carefully wiped his feet clean, then wiped Su Jing's feet clean too... and signaled the maid to take away the foot-washing water.

She carefully helped Su Jing go to bed to rest.

Then, he tucked him in with the quilt.

She thought about it and didn't leave. Instead, she also got into bed.

"Xiao Qiong, you..."

"I'm a little worried about my brother. I'll sleep with you tonight."

Qin Qiong laughed softly and said, "I don't know why, but ever since you woke up, brother, I have really missed my childhood. At that time, I often slept with you secretly."

"Yeah, but that was really many years ago."

Su Jing knew that Qin Qiong was actually talking about the time when he was still imprisoned in Afang Palace.

My quilt was thin at that time, so spring and summer were okay, but once winter came, it was unbearably cold... At first, I would have a high fever from time to time, but later I got used to it and no longer got sick, but I could never get rid of the cold feeling. .

Xiaoqiong always sneaked out of her palace at that time.

Get into your bed in the middle of winter.

The two hugged each other to keep warm, without any complicated thoughts. It was just a sister who wanted to use her own body temperature to send warmth to her brother, that's all.

Later, from Chu Nan...oh no, that was actually me.

I have been Chu Nan from the beginning, and Su Jing has never existed.

Anyway, ever since I had unscrupulous thoughts of revenge...this kind of thing became less and less frequent, until it never happened again.

Whether it is for me as Su Jing or as Chu Nan, this really happened many years ago.

But this memory is so clear that it seems to be engraved in the soul.

Su Jing sighed: "Yes, in the blink of an eye, my Xiaoqiong has become an old girl in her fifties and sixties."

Qin Qiong chuckled, "If I'm called old girl when I'm only fifty or sixty years old, I won't be called Rui when I'm over a thousand years old."

Su Jing smiled and said nothing.

Yes... Qin Qiong's current strength is probably even higher than that of the previous King of Strange Demons.

How long did the King of Strange Demons live?

I don’t know, but I think it won’t be too short.

From this aspect, Qin Qiong can be regarded as immortal, right? I just don’t know if I am...

"Brother, please rest early."

Qin Qiong squeezed his petite body into Su Jing's arms and closed his eyes.

And Su Jing hugged her.

But he couldn't help but feel an inexplicable jump in his heart, as the voice of brother seemed to ring in his ears again.

It seems that at some point, she and Xiao Qiong embraced each other like this... At first, she also called her brother, but later, for some unknown reason, she started to call her brother instead.

Is it to distinguish the difference?

But why should we distinguish?

Su Jing sighed helplessly and closed his eyes as well... He was very used to this feeling.

A sense of dissonance.

It is caused by the conflict between dreams and reality.

But in the end, reality is more important, so during this period, with the passage of time, as Xiao Qiong described to himself in detail the current general trend of the world...

Eventually.

These feelings of dissonance will gradually disappear.

Don't pay too much attention...

Su Jing also fell asleep.

in a blink.

Another three months have passed.

Su Jing finally successfully got rid of the wheelchair and could walk freely like a normal person... Of course, in Qin Qiong's words, his soul finally gradually integrated with his body.

With Qin Qiong's support, he was finally able to leave Afang Palace and walk around Xianyang City.

Unfortunately.

More than thirty years...

For his level, it seems that it is not worth mentioning.

Maybe it's just an extra forehead wrinkle.

But for these people, it is already a process of inheritance.

Su Jing had fled from Xianyang before, and had received help from many people along the way. He had lived in Xianyang City for several months to resist the strange demons, and there were many familiar people there.

For example, when he was reincarnated, he went to the streets with Qingxin.

You can see Qingxin greeting those people warmly... Although Su Jing will not remember them deliberately, his powerful spiritual consciousness will remember these people in his mind.

Later, when strange demons attacked, these people were specially taken care of.

They were almost the first batch of people to move out of Xianyang.

But now, those who had moved have returned to the place where they once took root.

But those familiar faces, those people who used to greet Qingxin so familiarly... are all gone.

Familiar faces, somewhat similar, but completely different.

Is it their son?

Or a relative?

I don't know... I have been dead for more than thirty years, and the period of time when I was not dead seems to be quite long.

Added together, it was enough to make those familiar scenes disappear.

Life is passed down like this, generation after generation.

Perhaps after a thousand years, these stalls can still be set up... but the people setting up the stalls will no longer be the same people as before.

Standing quietly in front of a bun shop.

Qin Qiong bought him a few buns very tactfully.

Su Jing took it and ate it while walking.

As soon as he bit into the meat filling, he couldn't help frowning and said, "The taste has changed."

The strong man selling buns behind him complained dissatisfiedly, "Young man, what are you talking about? My bun shop is a century-old shop. The taste is applauded by people within a radius of ten miles. Some people run several miles to buy my buns in the morning... Our taste has always been the same, how could it change?"

"I bought buns from you before, and I bought three for one hundred taels. At that time, the three buns were really delicious. I ate them all in three bites without even drinking water."

The strong man's face became dangerous. If it weren't for Su Jing's gorgeous clothes, he might have regarded him as someone who was looking for trouble.

"Sir, you are joking. How can a bun be so expensive? More than thirty taels each... You... um... I remember that when I was a child, my father once boasted to me that the buns he made were very delicious. Someone once spent a hundred taels to buy three buns. Is this... true?"

Su Jing smiled and said, "It's me."

"How is it possible?"

The strong man laughed, "Young man, how old are you this year... My father has been gone for more than thirty years."

"More than thirty years? When he moved to Xianyang, he seemed to be seventy years old. After another thirty years... Has he lived for more than a hundred years?"

Su Jing sighed softly and said, "His buns are really delicious. Someone told me that she likes his buns the most. Unfortunately, he never charges money, so she is embarrassed to eat more, so she can only ask someone to buy them for her secretly... Unfortunately, when a person dies, even if it is a lineage, many things will change in taste."