As the puppet collapsed, the young master's last thoughts about his old friend fell like powder.

The little hope in her eyes was like a tiny star sinking into the dark abyss. It seemed insignificant and all thoughts were lost. No wonder she hated herself so much. No wonder she didn't even bother to look at him in Lingqiu.

.

If she were her reincarnation, he would probably be the last person she wants to see.

Thinking of Feng Ji's proud smile when he mentioned the past in Sanren Mountain, it is not difficult to imagine Mi'er's helplessness and despair when he was killed. Knowing that he was in danger, she still chose to listen to Feng Ji's words and headed towards the gate of hell in the wrong direction...

Yun Lan is right, Mi'er is dead, and the current Long Yuanjun is just Long Yuanjun.

Young Master Bodu stood there and smiled miserably, and finally turned around silently and walked out of Shengde Hall, escorted by heavenly soldiers and generals, back to his ancestral home.

…

The people were taken away, and there were still two people left in the Shengde Hall, but the surroundings were still quiet.

Lord Yunlan sat on the throne, looking at the old immortal king who was standing quietly in the hall with an indifferent expression, his hands hanging down in front of him, his beard curled up and looking at him, and said in confusion:

"Is there anything else you can do, Immortal Lord?"

"Humph," Mr. Puhua looked at him coldly and stood still, "Does the True Lord have nothing to confess to me?"

He was waiting for someone to confess and be lenient, otherwise no one would be able to stand in his cold, empty hall, just to feel cool here?

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from your discernment." Yun Lan sighed slightly and complimented with a cold face.

"Hmph," the old immortal said proudly, "Although I am old, my eyesight is not dazzled yet. I didn't expect that you can actually do tricks..."

The puppet is real, and the memory is real, but the memory is not that of the puppet.

He didn't expose it on the spot for the sake of the overall situation, and to make the young master completely give up on the past. Before the two of them had to fight to the death, he could get rid of the grievances in the past as soon as possible.

But it comes down to one thing and he can help, but he must know whether the cause and effect are reasonable.

"Thank you, Immortal Lord." Yunlan said calmly, stretched out his hand again, and a flash of light flashed, and another puppet appeared in his hand. He pushed it to the old Immortal Lord in a suspended state, "This is the puppet that carries memories..."

When he saw the outline of the puppet, Immortal Puhua couldn't help but open his eyes wide in surprise.

No wonder Yunlan didn't dare to take out this puppet. When anyone saw this puppet, the first thing they thought of was someone. Her half-tied hair, high bun, and cool military uniform of a heavenly general made her stand proudly with a smile on her face.

Between heaven and earth.

This lifelike image of the God of War is highly similar to Long Yuanjun of Yusang Island.

"Ami is very strong. When she is a human being, she is determined and arrogant. When she is a ghost, she is the dominant one. When she is a fairy, her goals keep progressing, from a weak fairy to a majestic fairy official. In the end, it is this image of the god of war that wins her heart...

…”

So she stayed, and all the puppets she had carved before were destroyed.

And the puppet he just destroyed was the one she made first. She put it on the table and looked at it, but she was not satisfied, so she wanted to destroy it.

Fortunately, he showed up in time and successfully snatched it up, so it can be treasured to this day.

If he hadn't wanted to make the young master give up completely, he wouldn't have destroyed it with his own hands.

Hearing this, the old immortal was speechless. If this is not emotional, then what is emotional? Fortunately, he strongly opposed changing the rules of heaven back then. If he did not change, today his virtue will be punished at Ziyuntai again.

"I kept it in order to wait for her to return and give it back to her at the right opportunity." Yun Lan went to the Shinto Road, "Immortal Lord should know that the past is also an indispensable part of practice. Without it, the godhead will not be able to

whole."

If it is incomplete, her cultivation will no longer be possible, and becoming the Lord God of the First Palace is even more extravagant.

Puhua Immortal Lord naturally knew it, and he was really silent this time. Turn on the retrospectroscope to check whether the puppet's memory is consistent with the one just now...

After half a stick of incense, as Yun Lan said, this puppet is the carrier of that memory.

But now that he had seen it, the old immortal glanced at Yun Lan, who had his eyes closed to rest, and took a rare opportunity to take a closer look at the subsequent memories of that memory in the light curtain——

"Oops, what should I do if I can't calm down?" After several efforts, she couldn't stand it any longer. The fairy had to give up and looked at the puppet with a depressed look on her cheek, "Maybe I am really angry today and I am restless.

?”

Whether it is or is not is impossible to determine.

When the young scholar didn't mention it before, she completely forgot what day it was. After the matter was mentioned, every year on this day she and the young master would go down to the world to eat, drink and have fun.

Every time the young master failed to make an appointment, it was the highlight moment when she and the young scholar began to battle wits and find ways to be lazy.

I was so restless that I didn’t know, but I vaguely remember that I was very happy. But today, the young master failed to make an appointment, and the young scholar was so angry that he ran away again...

The fairy was depressed when footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Her eyes lit up, she stood up and looked back eagerly. When she saw that it was a little fairy, her eyes darkened and she was a little disappointed. But the little fairy walked in a hurry, stood at the door with something in his arms and whispered:

"Fairy Fengmi, are you here?"

"Yes, I've always been there." The fairy was puzzled by his words, until she saw the little beast in his arms clearly, and her mouth suddenly curled up, "This little beast hasn't been sent back to the lower world yet?"

"Zhenjun is not free. Before leaving, I asked the fairy to hold it for you for two days and then send it back to the lower world when he returns." The fairy said with a smile.

"Where did he go?" The fairy came to the door and asked curiously, reaching out to take the little beast.

"Heaven talks about it!" the little fairy man replied, "The true king was ordered to collect demons from the lower realm this morning. After returning, he will go to the upper realm of purity. Doesn't the fairy know?"

"I don't know!" The fairy frowned, "He is not injured, is he?"

"His injury has never healed... Ah, no, this little fairy doesn't know." He said too much for a while, and the little fairy hesitated a few words, "Xianxian still has something to do, so I'll take care of this little beast.

A fairy."

"Okay, thank you." The fairy didn't ask any further questions, and hugged the little milk civet and bent her knees slightly.

Although everyone is an immortal attendant, she doesn't have to work in this palace and just practices daily. She also never asks young scholars to treat everyone equally. If you have the opportunity to concentrate on cultivation, why do you have to start from a low level like ordinary immortals?

When her cultivation level is high, the young scholar will feel free to let her leave the palace and live away.

In the light curtain, the fairy held the little raccoon slave who made a soft little milky sound, and tapped its soft and fluffy little head with her fingers. Look at its round belly, most likely it was fed the fairy spring liquid from the sky.

"Little one, with this full meal, you will be safe from disaster and have a healthy life..."

The fairy sat back in front of the case, put the little milk civet in front of the puppet, played with it, and continued to talk to herself:

"Love is not a good thing. I have fallen into it. You (little scholar) can't fall for it too... I will take you down later. You are a mortal beast, and heaven is not the place you should be..."

If he brings it up, he will be responsible for the rest of its life.

It would be fine if it lived peacefully until its end. If it got lost and died or got a chance and became a monster, it would have a certain impact on his practice. The higher the position, the less likely it is to be stained.
Chapter completed!