Daoist has facial paralysis

"You don't need to thank me, I'm relieved to return it to you, oh, no, I have an appointment for dinner today, Friday, and I will come to see you next time, Master Zhou, remember to entertain me in the future If it wasn't for me, your cat would have become a stray cat..." The woman hurriedly stuffed the cell phone she took out with her when she was looking for cats into her bag, and ran out with small steps.

The black cat was picked up by Zhou Yibei, and he scratched and stroked its back a few times, so comfortable that its round eyes narrowed.

"Uncle Master, it's white..." Zhou Yibei blurted out subconsciously as he stepped on the steps leading to the third floor, his face darkened in an instant, and after turning over, he became slightly calm and lost. Looking at the black cat, he said softly: "Mr. Uncle, he should be sleeping...isn't he?"

He looked up at the stairs, and the clear vision at night scratched his heart... The outline of the deep memory came to mind again.

Zhou Yibei walked to that position, and sat on the steps wearing his uncle's coat, stroking the black cat's fur, "...uncle is asleep, don't disturb him."

Wu Bai licked his fur as if he didn't understand, Zhou Yibei looked at his dirty paws, picked up the cat and walked to the bathroom.

The black cat was drenched in warm water, and immediately lost weight. Zhou Yibei squeezed a hand of pet cleaner and rubbed it onto Wu Bai's body to form a pile of bubbles, "Meow..." Wu Bai calmly let him toss.

Washed and dried, the black cat was hugged by the man and sat on the balcony. Zhou Yibei looked at the cat in his arms silently, drowning in his memory.

"Meow..." Wu Bai raised his head and rubbed against him, Zhou Yibei showed a slight smile, "Are you hungry?"

He let go of the cat and got up, went downstairs and brought up the dried fish, the bedroom door was ajar, and Wu Bai was not in the small hall.

Zhou Yibei walked into the bedroom and saw the tail of the cat nestled under the curtain. He walked over and squatted down to lift the cat outside. He closed the door and looked at the black cat with a frown: "I didn't ask you not to disturb him." Uncle? He is afraid of the dark and you will scare him."

"Yi Bei..." A tired voice came from the bed behind him, and Zhou Yibei subconsciously turned his head and opened the door to respond: "Uncle, did I disturb you..." The empty bed was reflected in his In the eyes, the words were cut off.

Zhou Yibei slowly closed the door, watching Wu Bai sleepily rubbing his arm and yawning.

"I'm sorry...you didn't find him when you went in, did you?" He was silent for a while before speaking, there were no tears in his eyes, and his voice was very calm.

"...When Uncle Shi comes back to me, I won't let anyone bully him anymore. He doesn't know...all I want...is him," Zhou Yibei carried the cat onto the chair, fish Dry it and put it aside.

"How long are you going to lie to yourself?" Fan's figure appeared behind Zhou Yibei, "He's dead...he will never come back again, and he has a vendetta against you."

"Didn't see the body again...and I just heard him talking to me..."

"You're too tired. It's not uncommon for the body to be destroyed under the thunder and thunder. He's really dead."

Zhou Yibei fell silent, and Fan Feng continued: "Stop doing this again, you still have the Wu Clan, and you still have thirty thousand dead souls in Jiuli."

"I've never... never been Feng Tu."

"Even if you are Zhou Yibei, you still have Zhou Que. He is your father in this life, isn't he? Don't lie to yourself and pretend that Dongxinan is still alive. Let him go, it's good for you and us."

Zhou Yibei held the jade talisman tightly in his hand, with a smile on his face, "Even the person in Yuli can go with him, but you won't let me die, now I can't even lie to myself? "

Fan's eyes sank, what decision did he make, "Seven years is enough, you are too deep...We originally hoped that you could let him go by yourself...but if you can't do it yourself, I can help you You forgot about him."

Zhou Yibei looked at him coldly, "I will never forget my uncle...you can go."

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in the room, and the ghost floated half a step towards him, "...This is your uncle's last wish, forget about him, don't work so hard."

Eight familiar ghost kings with green bodies appeared behind Wu Ji. Zhou Yibei watched them approaching him in surprise, "Why do you help him? What is my uncle's last wish? Fan Fan, you have something to hide from me?"

"I will forget it soon, and I won't feel heartache if I forget it," Wu Jiyu said earnestly and formed a formation with several ghost kings.

Zhou Yibei's complexion changed and he realized that the witch's breath in his body was suppressed and could not be mobilized, "What are you guys going to do?"

"Seven years is really enough, Ancestor Wu, it's time for you to let go." Nine people held strange spells in their hands, and strange patterns appeared around them, gradually increasing to form a pattern similar to apes.

While reciting the meditation mantra, Zhou Yibei still couldn't help but be attracted by the moving ancient animal pattern.

"Hey hey hey..." Chattering laughter appeared in his mind, and the memories seemed to be clearly spied on by those ancient beasts, and they were separated one by one.

Zhou Yibei pressed his throbbing head, and tried his best to mobilize the suppressed witch energy to resist, "Don't..."

The laughter was still going on, he couldn't feel the memory about someone being covered up, Feng Tu's past kept filling in, the boundary between the two memories became blurred, everything was strangely connected, completely natural The loophole... Only the figure of that person in this life is missing.

"This time Dongxinan should feel at ease... Please trouble the ancestors."

The leader of the ghost king shook his head, "This is the last wish of the Taoist priest. We are the ones who have troubled you. We have to consume our true energy to perform formations together... We were too exhausted during the catastrophe, so we couldn't show up often to take care of his affairs." I'm leaving it to you."

"He is the son of Chi You, our ancestor of Wu, he should be..." Fan Fan looked at the man trapped by the formation with a sad look.

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"Hmm..." Zhou Yibei felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes, sat up from the bed, and looked around...this is Yingzhou...is it the place of Shaohao Jintian?

"Wu Zu..." Ji Yu knelt beside the bed, "You have slept for a long time."

"Really?" Zhou Yibei rubbed his head, couldn't figure out why he fell asleep, and couldn't remember why he was here, but he didn't want to pursue it strangely, but felt that the place in his heart was empty, as if he had lost something There is a faint force preventing him from pursuing important things in his mind.

"Meow..." The black cat crawled out from under the quilt and jumped onto him, rubbing against him with its soft body. Zhou Yibei stretched out his hand and scratched the back of the cat's neck and felt relieved when he saw how comfortable it was, "Fan Woolen cloth?"

"I'll call Master Jiuli Wuji," Ji Yu stood up and retreated.

Not long after, the figure of Yin Ling entered through the door, "How is Zu Zu resting?"

"Shang Ke, the rules of this world have disappeared?" Zhou Yibei looked at the witch's breath rolling on his fingers, with a smile on his lips.

Yin Ling took a look at him, observing the expression of the ancestor shaman, "Yes, the Dao of Heaven and that Taoist priest all died together."

Zhou Yibei nodded, showing the arrogance of the superior very naturally, "You guys did a good job, I remember that your father was the original witch priest, but unfortunately the Jiuli Dizun back then have all been destroyed by heaven, and only I am left One person was reincarnated by chance... Fortunately, you, the successor witch priest, are very competent."

Seeing that Wu Zu's expression was normal, Yin Ling heaved a sigh of relief, "Wu Zu has been rewarded, the revenge of the extermination of the clan has been avenged, and my clan is considered free... But the Jade Emperor is still invincible..."

"Don't worry, didn't you say that Fengdu Mingsi intends to help me? Recharge your energy, and one day our clan will regain the world..." Zhou Yibei touched a jade talisman with a flick of his hand, and he frowned. , whose is this thing?Thinking about it carefully, it seems that it was sent by Zhou Que... He loosened his eyebrows and picked it up to tease the cat.

The black cat bit the jade talisman and did not let go, Zhou Yibei smiled on his cold face, "You like it? Then I will give it to you."

"Ancestor Wu, do you have anything else to say?" Fan Fan looked at Zhou Yibei who behaved like Feng Tu back then, and felt as if he had returned to the time when he followed his father to learn Jiuli witchcraft.

"Prepare the place, I want to take a bath," Zhou Yibei pulled off the quilt and walked down with the cat in his arms, Yin Ling lowered his head, "Yes, Wu Zu."