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

"roll!"

Lin Yu An Qiao struggled to break away from the opponent's palm, turned over and sat up.

However, he was too crazy before, causing him to feel a pain in the waist on both sides as soon as he sat up, and he almost fell back again.

Taking a hard look at Xiefeng, Lin Yuan gritted her teeth and sat up, putting the clothes that had been crumpled into a mess at the foot of the bed over her body.Right now, he doesn't care whether the clothes are clean or not, an inexplicable sense of betrayal bumps in his chest, and he is so disgusted that he is about to vomit.

But Xiefeng still lazily added fuel to the flames: "What? I can do it with the future me, but I can't do it with the present me?" While speaking, he wrapped his fingers around Lin Yu'an's long hair, feeling a soft coolness , the same as Lin Yuan's appearance.

"Different……"

When Lin Yu'an said this, he lowered his head, his black hair slid down to cover his face, so that people could not see his expression.

But Xiefeng was inexplicably flustered, turned over and pulled the other's long hair behind his ears, turned Lin Yuan's face and asked, "What do you mean?"

Lin Yu'an looked up, and said coldly with those golden eyes soaked in snow: "You know that the person I was talking about wasn't you, and I didn't mean to you...Dare to ask Que Zu, you like to be someone else's substitute very much. ?"

"substitute?"

Slapping Xiefeng's hand away expressionlessly, Lin Yu'an got out of bed and covered her body with the blanket on the soft couch beside the bed, without saying a word.No matter how many times Xiefeng questioned him, he didn't speak, but that extremely indifferent appearance made Xiefeng flustered, and he always felt as if he was going to miss something.

But he hasn't encountered a nemesis for so many years of doing evil in Gu Yu, so he can't learn to bow his head.When he saw Lin Yu'an throwing a face at himself, he also became angry, and slammed the door with a cold snort.

After hearing no sound, Lin Yu'an let out a long breath, and collapsed on the soft couch exhaustedly, with a tired look on his face.

Not long after the previous madness, Lin Yu'an was physically and mentally exhausted, and he had to hold on for a quarter of an hour under the low pressure of Xiefeng, so he was naturally exhausted.After a while, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.Fortunately, this time it was real sleep, and there was no strange memory attack.

While he was falling asleep, the turbid liquid neglected by the two entered Lin Yu'an's body little by little, speeding up the birth of spirit qi.

On the other side, Xiefeng suddenly felt dizzy shortly after he went out. Although his vision was only blurred for a moment, it made him vigilant.

This is the Palace of the Sun in the Forest of Never Falling, the safest place for him, what will affect him?Although it was only for a moment, if someone sneaked up on him when he was dizzy just now, he might be injured.

However, his face was gloomy and he searched for a long time, but he couldn't find anything wrong, so he summoned the young man just now to give an order: "It seems strange, patrol the territory of the Sun Palace, as long as there are any faces, no one will be left alive."

He was angry, so he wanted to take the unlucky ghost into surgery.

Seemingly accustomed to Que Zu's moodiness, he retreated to carry out the order.

When the strange figure disappeared, the dizziness came again, and Xiefeng suddenly released a Suzaku Lihuo to stare at the surroundings.However, there was nothing unusual in what he saw, which made him feel more and more uneasy.

He is not a mediocre person who is used to being comfortable in the deep mountains. As the ancestor of Que, he has been devoting himself to making waves in the ancient universe, so he is very vigilant and extremely powerful.

However, this is the first time he has encountered such a situation—no malice, no murderous aura, no spiritual energy fluctuations, and no abnormalities, but his head just feels dizzy intermittently.

As time went by, the dizziness became stronger and stronger, and Xiefeng knew that he could no longer stand outside.If his descendants saw his distressed appearance, it would be difficult to establish his prestige again.After all, there are not a few descendants who covet him, this Sunless Palace, and he cannot guarantee that everyone in this Sunless Palace will have no ambiguity.

So he disappeared in an instant and returned to the palace.

After entering the room, the dizziness became so intense that he directly ignored Lin Yuan who was curled up sleeping on the soft couch, and stumbled to sit on the chair.He pinched the space between his brows to ease it, but the dizziness seemed like something mysterious was tapping into his brain to try to invade, which made his fluctuating mood even more furious.

Suddenly, the mysterious force broke through the barrier and penetrated into the brain, Xiefeng lost consciousness with the action of pinching the center of his eyebrows, and the fire all over his body was extinguished immediately.

The entire dormitory was extremely quiet, only the sound of Lin Yu'an's shallow breathing could be heard.

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"He's finally here." The little boy sat on the high seat with his legs crossed, his face full of irritability.He waved his hand like trying to repel a mosquito and said rudely to the young man kneeling below: "You made me wait so long, let him go!"

"I obey, Your Majesty." The young man raised his head and showed a ruthless face as ice and snow, and the hissing snake around his neck declared that this person was the dead man.

And the boy above the high position must be a banquet halberd with a different body.

However, as soon as Mu Mo got up, Yan Ji bit his finger again and said: "No, let him in! I have waited for so long, and I can't drag it on any longer. I need the soul in the Nether Ruins, which is the only one other than the Netherworld. A place where you can get a lot of souls."

When he spoke, he didn't move his finger away, and after finishing a sentence, his immature fingers were bitten with blood.But soon his fingers returned to normal, and even the scars could not be seen.If it wasn't for the blood still falling down, I'm afraid Ren Shenxian wouldn't be able to see what happened just now.

Mu Mo took the order and walked out of the hall.

Outside the hall is the newly renovated Baiyu Square, which is very similar to the Hongying Shrine. In the shrine 30 years ago, it was the most glorious moment of the banquet, but it was destroyed by the recovery of the ancestors.Afterwards, the gap creates an abyss, and the abyss pulls the soul, Yan Ji degenerates step by step under the targeting of his ancestors, and finally becomes an evil ghost that destroys humanity in the eyes of others.

But Li Mo knows that the evil ghost also has something he must accomplish.And his own purpose is the same as that of the evil spirit...

In just five years, Mu Mo has reached the first level of the God Realm, the realm of smelling spirits, which is absolutely unstoppable in Shangqian Continent, but he doesn't go out to stir up a bloodbath like those who eat people's hatred and drink people's bitterness , but stayed honestly in the ruins of the Lingxu Sect, and repaired a little bit, which restored the place to a lot of its former grandeur.

But the ruins are ruins, and there is no life except Yanji and his party.Coupled with the remnants of a large number of dead souls and resentments from the past, it is even more gloomy.

Ke Mo flew in the air, looking at the newly grown forest under his feet, his face was numb.

Soon he came to the border of Lingxu Sect, facing Xiefeng from the outside world.

Five years have passed, Xiefeng looks much thinner, and his once dazzling red hair has also dimmed a lot.Even Shenjing didn't appear to be in the slightest high-spirited manner, instead, haggard and sorrow lingered between his brows, combined with his overly beautiful face, it could make most people feel distressed.

But because of that beauty, Mu Mo harvested tens of millions of souls in five years.

And those souls are the key for Xiefeng to enter the door at this time.

"Did you bring it?"

"Ah."

Xiefeng threw out the pitch-black chess pieces expressionlessly: "180 pieces, each with [-] souls, I have already fulfilled the requirements, should the banquet halberd fulfill the promise?"

"I'm here to bring you to meet Your Majesty this time." Mui Mo took all the chess pieces with a wave of his sleeves, and sealed a seal with both hands to open a small door in the guardian formation, which happened to let Xiefeng pass through.

Xiefeng didn't procrastinate, he entered directly, and then followed Mu Mo to the palace on the top of the mountain.

Yan Ji had been waiting for a while, and then gnawed himself until his hands were covered with blood.

When he saw the two people appear, his eyes lit up, and he appeared next to Mui Mo from a high position in an instant, took out all 180 coins from his sleeve, and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "The dead souls are all there, now only 180 coins are missing." It's a Soul Chess."

"Stop talking nonsense, what about your promise?"

Xiefeng took out an incomparably luxurious chair from nowhere and sat on it, propped his chin and looked down at Yanji, who was not as tall as his thigh.

He was extremely dazzling at the moment, as if the frustration and decadence just now were illusions, his whole body shone with a more dazzling brilliance than the sun.

Mu Mo didn't expose it, knowing that he wasn't involved in the topic later, he quietly withdrew.

Yan Ji didn't care about Xie Feng's condescension, he sat on the ground and counted the chess pieces on the ground, completely ignoring the opponent.

"hurry up!"

It wasn't until Xiefeng spoke again impatiently that he raised his head and smiled brightly: "You know the free people, right?"

"So what if you know?" Xiefeng raised his eyebrows, "You can no longer create free people."

"That's right. Although Zhang Shengjun and I created the free race together, he couldn't control me, so he erased all my memories about making the free race, but..." Yan Ji elongated his tone and successfully hoisted the Xiefeng's curiosity.

"but what?"

"But he forgot that I was the one who discovered the method of making the free race. So I just need to recalculate, and in time I can make the free race again."

"What are you going to do?"

Yan Ji has always been a genius, in Gu Yu, even after leaving Gu Yu.

Knowing this, Xiefeng agreed to the deal with him. Within five years, he used the Deathland of the Underworld to create tens of millions of dead souls, and incorporated them into the black chess pieces given to him by the banquet halberd.

Now is the time for the feast to be fulfilled.

"However, there's not enough time, and I can't figure out how to create a free race..." Halfway through speaking, Yan Ji saw Xiefeng's angry face and continued: "But it's still possible to send your consciousness back to 30 years ago."

"Really?!" Xiefeng stood up from the chair in shock, the movement was so great that the chair inlaid with precious gems made a harsh friction sound on the ground.

Yan Ji picked out his ears: "But only a quarter of an hour."

"A quarter of an hour is enough." Xiefeng squeezed the back of the chair excitedly, leaving deep finger marks on the back of the chair that should have been extremely hard: "That's enough, I just want to see Master once... once... that's enough." It's..."

Looking at Xiefeng's eyes flushed with leisure, Yan Ji raised one corner of his mouth and smiled, "But you have to promise me."

"Guaranteed what?"

"Promise you don't tell him anything that happens afterward."

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