Serving Master Tianshi

Li Nanji didn't like Mr. Song's lofty attitude, as if he was the master of all things, above all living things, laughing at the human beings struggling in the world like ants.

Before he refuted Mr. Song, Yan Shenzhi stretched out his hand slowly to stop him. The other party's expression was still gentle, and there was comprehension in his eyes, as if he had understood Mr. Song thoroughly.

When he was in the underworld, Yan Shenzhi was in the form of a ghost, with dull eyes and expressionless face, but when he was attached to Yan Deshan, the human spirit suddenly embodied his image. The temperament that has been accumulated for many years is something anyone can understand. Can't imitate.

"Song, you always like to talk about your fate." Yan Shen stepped forward, "What about Yan's fate?"

"His fate?" Song Jun shook his fan, and said in a frivolous tone, "His fate is strange, Chen's daughter tried every means to kill him, and the situation that she had worked so hard for ten years and one day was already unsolvable. But who told him that he was the reincarnation of Yan Rui, who told him that he had a lover of Tenggen's blood, who told him that he happened to meet me?

Be careful, don't you believe in fate? "

Song Jun's few words and words instantly outlined the lifeline of Yan Yan's words and deeds, but before Li Nan was happy, Song Jun rolled his eyes, looked at him and said: "Chen's method is to copy a dream that is exactly the same as the real world, and say It is a dream, which can also be called a space, or a small world, where there is only a living thing of words and deeds, other than that, it is no different from the present world."

"If I want to rescue him, I need a medium." Mr. Song raised his left hand, indicating the red string on his little finger, "This is it."

"But ours has already been broken." Li Nan also raised his hand, and the red rope under the moon there was cut off, revealing its original appearance, and a soft piece of red rope fell on the back of his hand, "Lord Song, this what to do?"

"What's the rush?" Song Jun glanced at Yan Shen, who immediately turned sideways to make way for him, "This kid is a bit stupid, he dared to break the red rope, but this gentleman is not helpless. "

As he spoke, he opened the folding fan, and the moss pine on the fan slowly came to life in the eyes of everyone, and broke out of the paper, growing into a small pine like a bonsai.

Mr. Song broke off a piece of pine needle from a pine tree branch, and somehow conjured up a small stone pestle. He lazily smashed the pine needle into mud one by one, as slowly as an old man dying.It's not easy for Li Nan to urge him, so he can only worry on the sidelines, thinking about it several times, just grab it and help him.

"He did it on purpose, that's how he is." Yan Guishi said suddenly, he looked at Li Nan, and said, "It shouldn't be that simple. After Song said that, I found that I had heard of this forbidden technique. The red rope on the moon is the best way to restrain it, but since the rope is broken... I don't think there is any way to solve it immediately even if it is loose."

"Oh." Song Jun looked at Yan Shenzhi sarcastically, "I got Shenzhi, you are using the aggressive method hundreds of years ago, do you think it will still be useful to me?"

——It turns out that it really works.

Because less than three seconds later, Mr. Song said with a droopy mouth: "Indeed, my pine leaf juice can only provide repairing effects, but there is one more request to connect you with his broken red rope, then It is this hand of yours that touches the same object at the same time, and with this medium, I can cast a spell to repair the red rope under the moon."

Fengli blinked, "What do you mean? Say it again?"

"Little thing." Now that the hole cards have been exposed, Mr. Song didn't bother to work hard to prolong the time, he threw the stone pestle to Fengli, "I'm exhausted from pounding, you are the indirect culprit, come here."

"..." Fengli drooped his ears, supported the stone pestle with his paws, and poked the pine needles earnestly like a rabbit pounding medicine.

Hei Wuchang, who remained silent, said at this moment: "Since you have no intention of interrogating her, I will lead Chen's daughter back to the underworld for trial."

"Yeah." Yan Shenzhi nodded, "Nan, when I go back to the underworld, I will help you to ask her again during the punishment to see if I can get some clues."

Li Nan didn't have any hope of speaking to Chen's daughter. How could a ghost who had walked through the eighteenth floor of purgatory be afraid of torture? He was more concerned about the method given by Mr. Song, "The same object? The place we are in is exactly the same as our current world, except that there are no living things on his side, if he is sitting on the bed now, with his hands supporting the bed, as long as I also grab the bed sheet, can I connect the red rope?"

"Yes." Song Jun single-fingered around a lock of his long hair, playing with the ends of the hair, "Or you both pick up a piece of clothing, a book, whatever, but you know where he is now, What are you holding? It depends on the tacit understanding between your husband and wife."

"..." Li Nan has long been used to the sound of the couple, he just thought that he was always pretending to be puzzled by his words and deeds, always teasing him, but it was the first time to admit his feelings frankly to Yan and deeds At that time, what ushered in was his sudden disappearance and unknown life and death.

If this is their final ending, then Li Nan believes that he will definitely regret it for the rest of his life.

Therefore, he absolutely wants to pull Yan Yan out of the illusion!

Li Nan sank his mind and concentrated on thinking.The only thing that Yan Xingyan will always carry close to his body is his magic weapon, the bamboo flute, but the flute has disappeared with Yan Xingyan. The simplest answer cannot be chosen, so he can only settle for the next best thing... Li Nan thought about picking up the bamboo flute Yan put the mobile phone beside the bed, then looked up at Mr. Song.

"Is there an answer so soon?" Mr. Song didn't know when he was lying on the narrow window frame, his long legs were shaking, and he was poking at the pine tree on the fan with his eyes downcast. He didn't look hard. With one glance at Nan, he knew everything that happened around him.

"The mobile phone... is a good answer. I heard that young people nowadays cannot do without it. Stop messing with the little things, and bring the stone pestle."

Song Jun raised his hand lazily, and Fengli hurriedly handed the stone pestle with his tail between his legs. Sure enough, it was reasonable for Fengli to hate him so much behind his back.

"Raise your hand over here."

Li Nan also immediately held the phone, and with the other hand, he handed the broken red string to Mr. Song's palm. The latter tapped a star of juice with his fingertips and wiped it lightly on the end of the string.

Everything is still the same.

"Ah... It's a pity that you got the wrong answer." Song Jun let go of the red rope regretfully, "But you don't have to worry, I decided to stay here. You can have countless answers and try countless times. Anyway, your life is right. For me, it was just a moment."

"No." Li Nan shook his head and said, "No more than three days... By the way, does he have water and food there?"

Mr. Song laughed: "Don't worry, eating and drinking is not a problem. But you are really confident, maybe he left here long ago and went to other places? What are the chances of you touching the same thing at the same time?"

Li Nan doesn't want to think carefully according to Mr. Song's words, he will go crazy, in the world where he is alone, every minute and every second is torture, if the conditions are not too harsh, how could he set three God is such a conservative oath.

Hei Wuchang had disappeared with Chen's daughter, and Ghost Master Yan wanted to go back to the underworld immediately to continue his work, but Mr. Song stared at him with a cold face. Problem, he had no choice but to use Fengli's body to reconcile with Mr. Song silently, and then went to another room to talk together.

Zheng Gaoqiu hadn't succeeded, but he had nothing to do. He left a token for Li Nan, saying that he would come to him again if he had something to do, and then walked into the night to continue his unfinished journey of revenge.

Although Yan Xingshan was possessed, he had all the memories from before. He sat next to Li Nan and thought with him about what Yan Xingyan might carry with him.

They discussed everything from clothes to banknotes, from where you might go if you were the only one left in the world, to which cup to use for drinking water.

"I don't think it's unexpected." Yan Xingshan yawned when it was almost dawn, "I'd better try more... I think it's impossible for my younger brother to be ignorant and foolish enough to travel under such circumstances, or take advantage of it No one experienced the joy of robbing a bank, and he probably wouldn't leave this room.

Why do I always feel that he might just fall asleep because he can't think of a way to get out at this time? If you imitate Xing Yan's habit of getting up, maybe it will happen at some point. "

"I hope." Li Nan's mental state was a bit poor. He looked at the time and got up to go to Yan Xingyan's room. As soon as his feet landed, he slowly lay back on his bed.

Li Nan thought with some shame, if he was Yan Yan... then tonight he would lie down where Li Nan slept every night, wrapping himself in the quilt that Li Nan would cover every night.

Words and deeds were still wondering what Li Nan was going to do, but when Li Nan closed his eyes and pinched the pillow tentatively with his right hand, he immediately realized something, "...you know?"

"Huh?" Li Nan didn't open his eyes.

"Xing Yan likes you."

"..." Li Nan lowered his voice, "Did he tell you?"

Yan Xingshan smiled and waved his hands, "How is this possible, but who can't see it? He always loves to cling to you. I saw him pretending to sleep on your shoulders before, and I understood everything at once."

Recalling the past, Li Nan couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips, but in the next second, he burst out laughing again, "...I should have told him earlier, me too,"

"Stop!" Yan Xingshan hurriedly interrupted: "Don't say it! If Xingyan knew that I was the first to hear this sentence, he would definitely kill me. If you want to confess, wait for him to come out, and you can communicate well." .”

A spirited and energetic companion will always give people confidence and motivation. Li Nan nodded, cheered up and raised his head and called: "Lord Song Jun."

In just three seconds, Mr. Song came through the wall, holding the sleeping Fengli in his arms, and facing Li Nan's suspicious eyes, he explained: "Possessed for too long, I was tired and fell asleep, but don't worry , I have already untied its restraint ring, and within two hours it will be alive and well again."

"Master Ghost Master..."

"Going back." Mr. Song was in a great mood, "You told me to experiment again?"

"Yes." Li Nan thought, knowing that he was forced to miss class today, maybe his words and deeds are still sleeping in?

Mr. Song made exactly the same actions as last night, and said exactly the same words: "Unfortunately, you got the wrong answer again."

"..." Li Nan held back the great sense of loss in his heart, silently clenched his fists, and quickly comforted him with words and deeds: "Don't worry, Li Nan, now you have to rely on your words and deeds to comfort you. If you panic, then It's really all over."

"It's okay." Li Nan sat up, looked left and right, held the water glass by the bed, and didn't know when Yan Yan left his exclusive glass in his room, "Mr. Song, try again."

……

From seven o'clock in the morning, Li Nan seemed to use up the use value of Mr. Song. He had to cast a spell every time he took a step. He tried all kinds of commonly used movements no less than three times. He brushed his teeth and had breakfast. Wearing shoes and playing with mobile phones, Li Nan tried drinking water the most, because Li Nan remembered that his words and deeds were like a man made of water, and he always drank the legendary eight glasses of water a day that the human body needs without knowing it.

After recalling bit by bit, Li Nan now actually remembered so many exclusive little habits of words and deeds.

For example, when brushing his teeth, he will start to squeeze from the bottom of the toothpaste. When putting on clothes, he will foolishly unbutton all the buttons of his shirt, and then tie them back one by one.

He doesn't like to eat green onions, but there must be green onions in the dishes. No matter how troublesome he is to pick them out, the instant noodles will be placed in a fixed place.

After lunch, you must eat fruit, and you will cut it up and give it to Li Nan.

Whether you are sitting or not, as soon as your butt touches the sofa, your feet will follow in less than three seconds, you will lie down and play with your mobile phone, and you will use your feet to knock on Li Nan's back to harass him.

But Li Nan didn't understand why he tried so many times to completely imitate the words and deeds in his mind, but still couldn't overlap with him a little bit.

What the hell is he doing?Where the hell is he?

From morning to night, Mr. Song probably cast spells no less than a hundred times, but he didn't show any impatience, and was always full of fun. Li Nan understands that this wicked ghost fairy just likes to see him hold on to hope again and again, Disappointed again and again.

"Master Guixian, perhaps only Yan Guishi can bear your appearance like this."

At noon on the second day, Li Nan couldn't bear it anymore and squinted for half an hour, and was awakened by the nightmare again, got up to bask in the sun on the balcony, Song Jun, who followed him closely, hummed, and asked in an unclear tone: "What do I look like? I haven't been this patient for hundreds of years, and I'm not good enough to help you so much?"

"..." Li Nan smiled weakly, his eyes were dark blue and black, and he was worried after returning home with good words and deeds. At this time, he brought Tao Quan to accompany him, and with them were Zhou Yuange, and Floating behind him, Zhou Leyan who has never left.

One of the brothers and sisters couldn't see, the other had no consciousness, but they never separated.

Zhou Yuange has already learned about the situation. He knows this kind of pain, and he has just experienced it. He brought chicken soup and a prepared hand knife, and is going to wait for Li Nan to drink the soup. Let him sleep for a while.

Li Nan didn't have much appetite, and knew that he couldn't get sick from hunger. He forced himself to drink a bowl, and ate a few pieces of meat casually. Put it in the refrigerator, and said with a smile that he would eat when Yan Xingyan came back.

After Tao Quan helped wash the dishes, he came out and saw that Zhou Yuange had knocked Li Nan out mercilessly. At this time, he was dragging Li Nan's body to the bed like a good burying a corpse.

This time Li Nan slept very restlessly, and Yan Yan was questioning in his dream: Why do you like him but refuse to tell him, why don’t you tell him that he likes you so much, how can you bear to watch him do nothing? know to leave...

Li Nan woke up from the dream in a cold sweat. He sat up from the bed, gasped and stared at the dark wall, and there was a sound of snoring in his ears. Only then did he realize that Yan Xingshan and Tao Quan had made the floor in his room. The cruel Zhou Yuange seemed to have asked for leave, and was sleeping on the sofa in the living room. Zhou Leyan floated faintly above his head, like a silent protector.

Fengli turned over on the pillow, following its movements, not far away, a chuckle came with the wind, Mr. Song's white hair fluttered slowly, moonflowers poured down on him, and his eyes Like two dim lights, they just stared at Li Nan so firmly, as if they had already seen everything.

The second hand passed 0 o'clock, and at the first second of the third day, Li Nan's voice was as soft as a sigh, expressing the turbidity in his heart for the past two days.

"I see."

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Tomorrow—ah, no, the next chapter is over, does it depend on tomorrow whether the pigeon spirit is possessed or not?