"You want to run?" Sikong Ting raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had seen some joke.

Those little ninety-nine in He's heart, Sikong Ting saw through it at a glance.

Henet's face froze, how could he feel that this divine consciousness was the same as the body?

Doesn't it mean that the divine consciousness is generally slightly more dazzling than the main body?

Why is this divine consciousness almost the same as Sikong Ting?

"I had to take it myself." Sikong Ting said nonchalantly.

With that, he stood where he was, waved his hand, and a brilliant light struck Herne's side.

Herne wanted to move, but found that he didn't know when he was imprisoned.

He watched as Sikong Ting's light approached him, and then a silver light was withdrawn from his body.

Faintly in the silver light, there was a small figure.

Sikong Ting held the silver light in his hand, his gaze softened a little, and then looked at Henet coldly.

"There are some things that you can't touch, so don't touch them!" Sikong Ting's face was slightly angry, and a deep and steady voice carried a bit of mocking coldness and bloodthirstiness.

His inky eyes stared at Herne with a fierce sting, making Herne's scalp tingle.

Hene was obviously already a gold-level mid-level magician, but he would be easily controlled by Sikong Ting's divine sense?

Why is that?

How many levels of divine consciousness did Sikong Ting condense? How powerful is it?

Henet couldn't imagine how many levels Sikong Ting had...

Sikong Ting's anger also made the magic pressure around him even stronger, and blood oozed from the corner of Henet's mouth.

"You—" Henet only felt a chill run through his spine, and he was scared.

There's no way he's going to get out of here.

The corners of Sikong Ting's mouth rose slightly, and with his hooked lips, Henet felt a piercing pain in his head.

There is no supernatural magic, ancient magic!

Henet finally fell hard and rolled on the ground, the pain causing him to find some tough construction and keep banging his head.

Sikong Ting also turned around and left directly, carefully holding the silver light in his hand and walking in the direction of Fu Jiuqi.

Sikong Sheng looked at Henet's appearance and swallowed involuntarily.

Then he looked at Sikong Ting suspiciously...

Is this really a divine sense?

How can it be as powerful as the body of his demonic third brother?

Sikong Sheng really doubted that this was not a false divine sense?

Fu Chen looked at the silver light in Sikong Ting's hand, and understood something.

Henet actually extracted the consciousness that belonged to Xiao Jiu.

When the silver light returned to Fu Jiuqi's body, Sikong Ting's eyes softened even more.

He looked at Fu Jiuqi's sleeping face seriously, and unconsciously reached out to touch Fu Jiuqi's face, but his hand passed through Fu Jiuqi's face.

His hands were also visibly stunned, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

He's just a consciousness.

But his love for Fu Jiuqi is still there, and it will not change.

"I'm sorry." Sikong Ting said in a hoarse voice.

The coldness that leaked from Herne's domineering side just now was long gone.

Only a piece of tenderness remains, and the tenderness that belongs to Fu Jiuqi, his daughter.

Seeing this, Sikong Sheng felt very troubled in his heart, and he turned his head, thinking about suppressing the hurt in his heart.

But I happened to see Ling Xiao on the other side, who was stunned in place.

In the end, Ling Xiao's shocked face pursed his mouth, and he slowly said two words:

"Dad... Dad..."

Sikong Ting was stunned for a moment, then looked back, and after seeing the boy who was a little similar to himself, he quickly came back to his senses in a stunned expression, and smiled, "We Xiaoxiao... It's grown so big. ”

Ling Xiao's nose was sour, and he looked at Sikong Ting in front of him like a dream.

Even if it's a phantom, but he's happy to see Sikong Ting again, his father...

Ling Xiao ran towards Sikong Ting, trying to hug Sikong Ting, but in the end he passed through Sikong Ting.

Ling Xiao's face froze, and his eyes dimmed a little.

Sikong Ting comforted: "It's nothing. ”

He rubbed Ling Xiao's head, even if Ling Xiao didn't feel the touch, he felt that he still had his father's residual warmth on his head.

"What's wrong with my sister?" Ling Xiao quickly noticed Fu Jiuqi, who hadn't woken up yet.

"Nothing." Sikong Sheng said.

Sikong Ting glanced at Sikong Sheng, and said angrily: "I said you, why are you still so weak?" ”

Sikong Sheng: "......"

Not again.

Although it is a bit poisonous, Sikong Sheng seems to have returned to a long time ago, and it seems that Sikong Ting is still there at this moment.

Sikongjia is also still there, and there are a lot of them.

Sikong Sheng's eyes were a little red, and he turned his head, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, so you better come back, I can't take care of them alone." ”

Sikong Ting paused, it was the first time he heard Sikong Sheng say sorry, he shook his head, "There is no way anymore." ”

Although Sikong Ting is a divine sense, he can know what kind of condition his own body is.

Sikong Sheng's heart trembled and hurt suddenly.

It's the same with Ling Xiao.

Sikong Ting put his hand on Sikong Sheng's body, although it still passed through Sikong Sheng's body.

"Sikong's family still depends on you, second brother." Sikong Tingdao.

The second brother made Sikong Sheng turn his head and look at Sikong Ting in surprise.

Compared with his careless second brother, Sikong Ting is more like a "second brother".

Sikong Sheng was only born earlier than Sikong Ting, so he ranked second.

Sikong Sheng knew that his second brother had a calmness and strategy that he didn't have.

The third son of the Sikong family belongs to Sikong Sheng, who is the most unlike the old man Sikong.

Sikong Yu and Sikong Ting are both stable people.

But Sikong Sheng is the kind of reckless rough person, and he is also a short-tempered person, otherwise before he became a GA member, he would not be the second master Sheng that everyone on Haicheng Island fears.

After becoming a GA member, Sikong Sheng also restrained a lot and became a little more stable.

And later...

His eldest brother Sikong Yu and third brother Sikong Ting are gone.

Sikong Sheng's original ruffian spirit has also been reined in, or even gone.

His style of doing things is becoming less and less like himself, like his big brother Sikong Yu.

His personality has also become like that of Sikong Ting.

It seems that if it goes on like this.

This will make Sikong Sheng feel that Sikong Yu is still alive, and Sikong Ting is still alive.

And he lives for his brother.

Tanglin Yan also asked Sikong Sheng, "Are you so tired?" ”

How did Sikong Sheng answer her?

He smiled and replied with two simple words: "Not tired." ”

He didn't explain anything, just said two words.

If he is willing to do this, how can he be tired?

And that's his own brother, he lives for them, lives well, what's there to be tired of?

Sikong Sheng raised his head and smiled, "Third brother, sometimes I think you are really heartless, knowing that I don't like to take care of trivial matters, but you leave a lot of things for me?" ”

Sikong Ting was silent.

Fu Chen lowered his head.

"Didn't you also make trouble everywhere without heart and lungs before, and you have to let me and my eldest brother deal with the aftermath, you will be reincarnated in the heavens, and the sky will spare anyone..."

Sikong Sheng: "This punishment is for me... It's huge. ”