I am fickle

Immortals are supposed to be ruthless, he is an exception, he is wrong, the mess is hopeless.

On the one hand, I admired Song Zhiye, on the other hand, I laughed at him for his self-indulgence, saying: "This Meimei is your good helper, why do you want to kill her?"

"Meimei is Ashu, no, it can only be said that it has the same appearance and the same memory. Do you think I will tolerate Ashu killing Heyu? I want to torture her, and I want to vent my anger for Heyu."

"What's the point of putting Qi in the same portrait?"

"She shouldn't blame my brother Heyu."

Shangxian Yunhuai shook his head, and said helplessly: "Song Daoist, don't be obsessed with regrets."

"Aren't you curious? Xiaoba heard the conversation between me and His Royal Highness Gu Yu that day. I wanted to take his life, but found that his body was just right for me."

The method Gu Yu told him was that the seven monks of the ancient secret technique turned into a cat, and the seventeen masters were just virtual images drawn by Song Zhiye, which would disappear after a long time.

The souls of the seven monks transformed into a civet cat, and the civet was attached to the palm of Master Seventeen to help him capture Xiao Ba's body.In that way, Seventeen, that is, Heyu, can have a real body.

"He Yu, I'm the one who's sorry for you, so I'll just give it back to you."

Master Seventeen still looked at him coldly, without any gratitude, I lazily said: "He doesn't care about you, he is just the next Ashu and the next Meimei, no emotion, no good end."

Seventeenth Master and Song Heyu have similar faces and the same memory, but they are both tense, and even their speech is very stiff.

Song Daochang patted Master Seventeen's hand: "As long as he is good, I don't care what kind of him he is."

"But he is not your Brother Heyu after all."

Song Daochang lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "Really, so what, as long as there is a little chance, I will seize it."

It is really embarrassing to degenerate from a high god to a pitiful and ridiculous fallen fairy.

Shangxian Yunhuai said calmly: "You are already beyond redemption, you should return the souls of the seven monks and let them be reincarnated."

"Shangxian Yunhuai, don't force me, this is my last hope. It's almost there, you..."

Song Daochang's face was pale, and it took a lot of effort to speak, but if he hurt his best friend He Yu, he would try his best to keep him.

It's obviously wrong, and you do it when you know you can't do it, it's stupid!

"Huaihuai, we've been the ones talking, why don't you listen to what this little painter has to say."

The seventeenth master clasped his hands together and fiddled with the prayer beads in his hand: "I know my name is Song Heyu, and I know how much I want to live."

"Do you wish Song Zhiye, or do you feel guilty?" I asked with a smile.

"It turned out to be hatred. My young life was ruined by him, but I am still grateful for everything he did for me. But, shouldn't it be, he should give it back to me."

I couldn't help but feel chilled when I heard such cold and cold words, but Song Zhiye still smiled warmly: "Brother Heyu, you are right, I will give you my life back, and we will forget each other in the future. "

What a lunatic, if you don't hit the south wall, you don't look back, and if you hit the south wall, you keep hitting.I really don't know how such a stupid person like him cultivated to be a god in the first place, trash.

Song Daochang thought that Song Heyu could live well with his own body, and his heart seemed to be warmed by the sun. His long-term wish was over.

Thinking of many years ago, "We are best friends."

Best friend for life, hello and me.