I am fickle

"What do you think about Daoist Song?"

Song Daochang also raised his head, looked at him expectantly, and then quickly lowered his eyes. "It's fine to hate me, as long as I have a little memory in your mind, good or bad is not that important."

I ruthlessly threw him aside, with a sneer on my face.

Daoist Song rushed towards Shangxian Yunhuai with all his strength, but Shangxian Yunhuai remained unmoved. Daochang Song hugged his black boots tightly, "I said, just come at me, don't hurt me, Brother Heyu."

Daoist Song's hands were dripping with blood, but he still refused to let go. Shangxian Yunhuai said calmly: "You have made a big mistake, and there is nothing you can do to undo it."

"Haven't you ever had such a close friend, why do you have to force him so hard?"

Daozhang Song was not the only one who asked such words, but Shangxian Yunhuai never gave a definite answer.

A gust of cold wind blew past our ears, and a man in purple appeared in front of us with a smile on his face. The red bell around his waist rang crisply, and he wore a skull ring on his middle finger.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the green bowl on the wooden table exploded: "It's been a long time, I miss you so much."

His aura is very strong, this is the first time I have seen such a powerful person, I couldn't help asking curiously: "Who are you?"

"Look, didn't you just sleep for 100 years, why don't you even remember me?"

Shangxian Yunhuai replied coldly: "Your Highness of the Mountain Ghost Clan, Gu Yu, was the Changli Shangxian of the Immortal Palace."

"what about now?"

Gu Yu smiled lightly and said, "Now, I'm just a fallen immortal. I really don't understand that you people are always thinking about what you did in the past. Aren't I also very beautiful now?"

Daoist Song looked at Gu Yu pitifully, and said, "Your Highness, Your Highness help me..."

"Help you for what?" The voice was as gentle as jade.

"The souls of the seven monks were taken away by Yun Zaisi, and I really can't compete with him now."

"It's useless at all, that's all, I'll get it back for you."

His Royal Highness Gu Yu took out a peach blossom from his bosom, sniffed it on the tip of his nose: "I heard that the patriarch of Tushan likes peach blossoms, how about I exchange peach blossoms with you for the souls of the seven monks?"

"Oh, do you agree if you change me? Then how much face do you have?" I glanced at him disdainfully.

But I still underestimated him, he snatched the bag containing the souls of the seven monks from Shangxian Yunhuai without paying attention: "I said change it, you will change it, I am the bone feather of His Royal Highness Mountain Ghost."

I stared at him blankly, his tone of voice was somewhat similar to mine.If it was before, we might be good friends, but why is it about the past?

Daoist Song ran over happily, thanking him again and again: "Thank you, Your Highness, thank you, Your Highness."

"no need thank me?"

"Your Highness..." Daoist Song's smile froze.

He wanted to snatch the bag from Gu Yu, but was kicked by Gu Yu and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood: "Give me...give me..."

His eyes were full of obsession, and His Royal Highness Gu Yu smiled even more happily: "I just made a joke with you, but you actually believed it, and you are so serious haha..."

"You think that dead people can come back to life, wishful thinking!"

Daoist Song looked at us in despair, and cried, "Brother Heyu, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you..."

"Song Zhiye, why should a friend be like this?"

"But I only have this one friend..." Song Daochang fell to the ground, took out the paintbrush in his sleeve, and the paintbrush instantly turned into a sharp knife.