I wanted to raise a dog, but how could I raise a dog?

Lin Yu'an and Xie Feng looked at each other, then looked away as if nothing had happened, sat quietly on the sedan chair without saying a word, and followed the crowd to the front of the hall.

The sunlight was blocked by the bead curtain, casting fine specks of light on his face.Occasionally, spots of light fell into his eyes, adding brilliance to the nebula in his eyes, as if a star had exploded in it, rippling layers of dust.

Afterwards, the idlers retreated, and after Linhe Immortal stepped into the twelve gods, he knelt down in front of the chariot and kowtowed: "The twelve gods of seven generations kowtow to their ancestors!"

Being bowed down by so many gods, even Lin Yu'an, who has always been calm, was shocked, and his face almost couldn't hold back.However, he quickly adjusted his mind, gave an indifferent "hmm", and slightly raised his palm to make them stand up.

Sitting on a high seat, Xiefeng saw Linyu's peaceful appearance, and said directly via voice transmission: "Does it hurt anymore?"

Lin Yu'an's knife-like gaze flung out from the gap in the bead curtain, and he replied coldly: "Shut up!"

If other people dared to speak to Xiefeng in such a tone, they would have been burnt to ashes by Lihuo long ago.However, for some reason, when Lin Yuan spoke in such a slightly irritable tone, Xiefeng not only wouldn't get angry, but even felt that the other person's appearance was very cute and wanted to see more.

He propped his head up to watch Lin Yu'an deal with the Twelve Gods, unconsciously showing a smile, and the blossoming fire lotus around his body slowly extinguished, turning into green smoke and entering his body.

After listening for a long while, Xiefeng couldn't help but admire Linyu Anxin.I saw that Lin Yu'an quietly avoided the pitfalls in everyone's words, not only leaving a flaw, but also deepening the trust of the Twelve Gods in him.

If Xiefeng hadn't heard the other person admit that he was just an ordinary person, he might have believed that person's impeccable nonsense.

But don't look at Lin Yu'an's appearance as if he can catch it, in fact, he is suffering in his heart.He has never told a lie in his life, and he hates lies the most.However, if he really told the truth at this moment, not only would he not be able to solve the doubts in his heart, but he would even die and have no afterlife.In order to survive, he had to play a qualified "ancestor" role against his conscience.

Fortunately, in the past three days, I learned about the character of the "ancestor" from Linhe Xian's side, which happened to be similar to him, cleanliness, indifference, unsmiling, and some violent tendencies.Therefore, he does not need to be too deliberate to fully conform to the image of the "ancestor" in the mind of the twelve gods.Coupled with some vague verbal guidance, it can further deepen their trust.

Lin Yu'an endured the torment and dealt with them, but at the same time felt relieved under their gradually trusting eyes.

Suddenly, Cheng asked: "I don't know where the ancestors went before? But did they reach the real fairyland? How is the fairyland? Can we really reach it?"

The sudden question made Lin Yuan's voice froze, and he looked at the other party firmly, and found that the other party's eyes were not only full of doubts, but also hope that could not be ignored.

Lin Yuan was silent and did not answer.

When Cheng saw this, a look of disappointment climbed up her cheeks, she lowered her head and murmured: "I was reckless... How could there be a fairyland? We are destined to be infinitely reduced in this world..."

What does she mean by that?

Just when Lin Yu'an was about to ask a question, Hui coughed lightly and stopped Cheng's words: "Cough, stop talking." He took a step forward to block Lin Yu'an's probing gaze, and said with a hearty smile: "Gu Yu welcomes the return of our ancestors! I don't know how the ancestors think about holding a welcoming ceremony and announcing your return after January?"

Knowing that the other party intends to avoid the topic of "immortal world", Lin Yu'an nodded and said, "Yes."

Then began to discuss the details of the celebration.Lin Yu'an didn't intervene, she closed her eyes and sat on the sedan chair to communicate with Xiefeng: "What did she mean just now? Why did she say that there is no fairy world?"

Sitting in the hall, Xiefeng played with Lihuohuo in his palm and replied: "This is Hongying's secret, how can I tell you so easily?"

Lin Yuan was silent for a moment, grasping the deep meaning in his words: "What request do you want to make?"

He just liked Lin Yu'an's cleverness, Xiefeng clenched his fist and retracted the flames into his body, looked at Lin Yu'an with burning eyes and said: "Tell me everything about you, especially the person who is very similar to me."

"What do you want to know about this?" Lin Yuan frowned, not understanding why the other party wanted to know about her past, obviously the two of them should be regarded as opposites.

However, Xiefeng urged impatiently: "Just ask you, answer or not. As long as you finish speaking, I will tell you the secret about the fairy world."

Lin Yu'an pondered for a moment and agreed: "Okay."

Hearing this, Xiefeng stood up directly from the seat and moved to the side of the chariot in an instant. The movement was so fast that the afterimage stayed in the hall for a moment before slowly disappearing.He stepped directly on the gold and jade pedals in front of the sedan chair and poked inside.

The twelve gods were already in the divine realm, and they were all used to Xiefeng's sudden movements, so they were not frightened in any way. However, their faces changed at the same time when they saw Xiefeng stepped on the chariot and lifted the bead curtain.Ming even stepped forward and grabbed the hem of Xiefeng's clothes, anxiously said: "Old Ancestor, what are you doing? The one inside is the ancestor, so don't be rude!"

However, as soon as the hand rested on the hem of the clothes for a second, the fire lotus suddenly jumped out, and the petals were like fangs, trying to swallow Ming's hand.If it wasn't for Ming's reaction to withdraw his hand quickly, his hand would be peeled off if it wasn't burnt.

Xiefeng turned his head and looked at him coldly, threatening: "What's your business if I talk to him?" He glanced down at the fire lotus on the hem of his clothes, and took it into his body lightly.

Ming had no choice but to beat and beat and scold and scold, so he could only swallow his anger and look at the leader Hui.

Hui stepped forward and said to Xiefeng: "Ancestor Que, the ancestor has just obtained a physical body not long ago, so he can't work too hard, it's better to let him go back to the shrine earlier to rest."

Xiefeng raised his eyebrows and said: "Of course I know, I will send him back now."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Lin Yu'an, lifted the bead curtain with one hand and reached out to him with the other, bent his eyes and said with a smile: "Let's go."

Light entered the sedan chair from the outside, but was mostly blocked by Xiefeng's figure, casting a shadow on Lin Yu'an.

Lin Yu'an looked up at Xiefeng, and saw that the other's curly hair looked extremely soft against the light, and there were a lot of hair sticking out, like a bird with blown feathers, who hurried out the door in the early morning without having time to comb its wings .

In the past, Xiefeng would always wake up early in the morning, smirking limply at him with his hair on his head, so Lin Yuan was in a trance for a moment, raised his hand to touch Que Zu's head, and said softly: "Good... ..."

If he had known Xiefeng, he would have rubbed his palm with embarrassment, and then rushed forward to hug him. However, what he touched at this moment was Quezu from 30 years ago, a complete stranger.

Therefore, the moment Linyuan's hand fell, Xiefeng froze in place, and his eyes that were originally bent into crescent moons also widened in disbelief: "What are you doing?" Because he was too surprised, he didn't even treat her like Like Ming, he released Li Huo to scare people away.

After Lin Yuan said "Good boy", the surprise in his eyes turned into anger, and he lowered his voice and asked in a cold voice, "Do you think I'm him?"

This voice full of anger made Lin Yuan wake up suddenly, he slowly withdrew his hand, and said lightly: "I'm sorry."

"You think I'm that person, don't you?" Xie Feng chased after him, his eyes darkened as if a storm was brewing.

Lin Yuan looked at him, wondering why the other party was angry, but nodded honestly: "Yes, why?"

"What?!" Xiefeng was furious, grabbed Lin Yuan by the hand, dragged him up from the seat, and carried him roughly to his shoulder.

Seeing this, Hui hurried forward: "Quezu, what are you doing?!" As he spoke, he shot a wave of spirit energy towards Xiefeng, trying to stop him.

However, Xiefeng swayed to dodge, and red lotuses burst out from his body, devouring all of Hui's spiritual qi, and said with a calm face, "Take him back."

Squeezing out the four words from between his teeth, Xiefeng disappeared in an instant carrying Lin Yu'an.

Even Huidu, who has the best temper, looks sour and wants to catch up.

However, Cheng pulled him back, and quietly took out a small transparent ball from his sleeve to show him, a ball of faint golden color was slowly spinning in the ball.

Cheng Chuan said: "The breath of the soul has been captured."

Hui was taken aback: "When did you catch it?"

"When Que Zu opened the bead curtain just now, a breath came out."

"It's all right, how could the soul leak its breath?" Hui took the ball and rubbed it carefully in the palm of his hand: "Unless his soul is injured..."

Giving up on chasing Xiefeng, Hui contacted Ming and Sheng instead, and made an appointment to compare the aura of the soul together.

Standing around the Twelve Gods, Immortal Linhe was at a loss, Sheng smiled at him when he saw this, "Go back to the shrine first, and report to us if you have anything to do."

Compared with the "perfect" Gong, Sheng liked this benevolent and gentle Lin even more, so he was very gentle towards him.

Lin nodded in response, saluted and left.

Hui collected the chariot and sedan chair and returned to the Hongying Temple with the others.

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As soon as Xiefeng carried Lin Yu'an on his shoulders, he found that Lin Yu'an's body was surprisingly cold. After leaving the temple, he immediately asked, "Why are you so cold?" Because of the inexplicable worry, he even forgot why he was angry just now.

Lin Yu'an felt very uncomfortable with his head down, he put his knees against Xiefeng's chest and said, "Let go!" Although his tone was not kind, Xiefeng could still hear the exhaustion in his voice.

So Xiefeng asked: "Why are you so tired? The soul still hurts?"

"What do you say?"

Lin Yu'an kicked Xie Feng again, and the other party changed his posture and embraced him in his arms.Although still a little uncomfortable, but far better than before.

Lin Yuan took a breath, closed her eyes and said, "The gap in the soul hasn't healed yet."

"Since you are in such pain, why do you still talk nonsense with them?" Xiefeng was a little angry again, although he didn't know why he was angry.

Xiefeng was flying in the air, and the Gangfeng blew Lin Yuan's tender cheeks sorely, he turned his head and buried his face in Xiefeng's arms and transmitted a voice: "In order to dispel their doubts."

Lin Yu'an's closeness made Xiefeng's body stiff again, and he gave up his plan to fly back to the shrine, and directly tore the space with Lihuo, and stepped into the crack of space.