Six Realms Love Robbery

Call him in quickly.

"Oh..." Jian Xinghe wandered into the room as if in a daze, was stunned for a moment, and directly opened the lid of the pot. Sure enough, the spoon was underneath.

"Oh, so it's here!" Zixian hurriedly took the spoon over, "Really, I couldn't find it after searching for a long time, Xinghe found it as soon as you came, that's great, haha!"

Jian Xinghe was stunned for a while, and walked out of the kitchen like a walking corpse. He felt that something was wrong no matter what, and he was going to wash his face by the small river to wake up.

Turned a corner and passed those stones.

"Meow~~~"

The domesticated little white cat jumped over obediently, and squatted in front of Jian Xinghe, begging for Xiaoyugan.

Jian Xinghe originally had his arms folded, but he spread his arms open in fright, and almost dropped his sword to the ground.

"...It's strange, you don't like people by the river, why did you come here yesterday and today... Wait, I'll get you something to eat." Jian Xinghe muttered, turned around and ran to In the kitchen, while Zixian accidentally touched a small dried salted fish, he ran back and threw it to the little white cat.

Satisfied, the little white cat picked up the dried fish and ran away.

Jian Xinghe looked at its leaving figure, scratched his head, and continued walking towards the river.

Wusi Pavilion is the only way to go to the river. Jian Xinghe walked along the bamboo forest path with his sword in his arms, and came to Jian Weizong's window.

He suddenly had a bad premonition, and instinctively looked over his head.

It's okay if you don't look at it, Jian Xinghe looked up with his big mouth, "Huh lah lah..." A large basin of footwashing water happened to be poured into his mouth.

"Pfft! Damn! Do you have any morals at all!" Jian Xinghe huddled together, jumped up, and desperately knocked the water off his body, "Do you have any grudges against the young master by splashing me every day?" ???"

"Ah... I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jian Weizong hurriedly apologized holding the wooden basin, but he immediately looked puzzled, "Who...? Who splashed you all day, isn't it just this time?"

"You just splashed yesterday!" Jian Xinghe scolded with his arms crossed.

"Is there? Your brain is flooded! You are sick!" Jian Weizong put away the wooden basin, raised his right hand, put the wooden basin on his fingers, and hummed, "...Touch, touch the gentleman Ru Yuyan..."

Sing exactly the same as yesterday.

Jian Xinghe froze in place, the expression on his face was quite exciting.

……

Under the row of pine trees by the river, on the bluestone beach, a white figure just finished washing, hugged the wooden basin, turned around, saw Jian Xinghe from a long distance, and shouted, "Hey, Xinghe, I saw Jian Xinghe two days ago. Which drawer did you put the "Baidan Alchemy Classics" that I borrowed from you, why did I not find it after looking through it for a long time?"

"I! Go!" Jian Xinghe almost fell to the ground, "Uncle, didn't you go to the Qingxia Sect yesterday? Why haven't you left yet?"

"Huh? How do you know that I'm going to Qingxia School this afternoon?" Yi Qingchen looked at Jian Xinghe in surprise.

"...I, I don't know why I know, anyway, I just know." Jian Xinghe said blankly.

Yi Qingchen shook his head and smiled, "This kid, you are so stupid after practicing kung fu. By the way, where did you put the "Bai Dan Lian Jing"? I will go back and get it. It is urgent."

"If today is the same as yesterday, then it will be under my bed." Jian Xinghe said.

"Okay, then I'll go back and have a look." Yi Qingchen nodded with a smile, took the wooden basin and walked away, shaking his head and sighing, "Hey, children are really suffering now, they are under a lot of pressure to study, and their words are getting worse and worse. Crazy."

Jian Xinghe watched Yi Qingchen's figure go away.

What the hell is going on, why is the same thing repeated as yesterday?

There must be something wrong somewhere, for sure!

The reason must be found out quickly!

As soon as Jian Xinghe changed his hippie smile, his expression immediately became serious, and he became a lot more handsome in an instant.

He stood tall, held the sword in one hand, and supported his chin in the other, carefully recalling every detail, every scene, and carefully recalling strange doubts in his mind.

From getting up, then through the kitchen, and down to the river...

I didn't see a stranger, and I didn't see an unfamiliar place. Everything was so peaceful, harmonious, and orderly, so naturally there was no trace.

If these people are all fakes and disguises, where can we find a group of actors who pretend to be so similar?

If it's a dream, why can't I wake up all the time, and why do I repeat this dream over and over again?

It is neither reality nor a dream, so there is only one possibility, that is, being mentally controlled by someone!

...Who on earth can invade the dreamland in his own sleep and create such a real and invulnerable illusion!

"Who is it!?—" Jian Xinghe looked up angrily, and shouted to the sky, "Come out! Get out! Why are you playing with me like this! I know you are here, come out!"

While holding the sword, Jian Xinghe hacked and killed flowers, plants and trees, while running around wildly.

He searched every corner, grabbed everyone who made him suspicious, and then grabbed the other person's shoulders with both hands, watching eye to eye, making everyone baffled by him and regarded him as a lunatic.

"Is it you!" Jian Xinghe ran back, found Jian Weizong, grabbed him by the sleeve, and said eagerly.

"What's wrong with you?" Jian Weizong flicked his sleeves, "Let go!"

"Don't let go! Hmph, I know, you must have escaped from the magic bottle!" Jian Xinghe showed a self-righteous smile on his face, "I'll stab you to death with a sword, and see what you do..."

"What! Come on! Jian Xinghe is going to kill his fellow disciples, help!" Jian Weizong struggled desperately to break free.

Jian Xinghe yelled, "Look at the move, the five mountains soar to the sky!—" Immediately, the long sword in his hand released a circle of blue sword light, and hit Jian Weizong!

"Stop!" Suddenly, with a stern shout, Yi Qingchen rushed over, and immediately released a white magic light from his hand, completely dispelling Jian Xinghe's moves with a bang.

"Uncle, you!... You can't stop me, he created an illusion, I must kill him!" Jian Xinghe blushed anxiously, and raised his sword again to kill Jian Weizong.

"Xinghe! You don't want to mess around! How can you kill fellow disciples for no reason? How decent! You really let me down!" Yi Qingchen scolded sharply, grabbing Jian Xinghe's arm.

"No, uncle! Let go!" Jian Xinghe looked anxious, "You are fake, you are not real, and these people are all fake! They are fake!"

After hearing this, Yi Qingchen frowned slightly, with a regretful expression on his face, twisted Jian Xinghe's shoulders tightly with both hands, and asked with concern and anxiety, "Xinghe, you actually said that uncle is a fake?" Yes, you still say that everyone is fake, why do you say such crazy words? What's wrong with you?"

While struggling frantically, Jian Xinghe shouted desperately, "Ah...Uncle, I really can't explain it to you, and, I explained it to you yesterday, and you don't believe me! Are you really a fake? Yes, it's fake!"

"You explained yesterday? There is no such thing! Xinghe, what happened to you!..." Yi Qingchen saw Jian Xinghe's insane and crazy appearance, tears rolled in his eyes from heartache, and he just tried his best to stop Jian Xinghe break free.

Jian Xinghe shouted in despair, "Master! Let go of me! I want to leave here, I still want to find Xiao Longer, I want to help everyone kill that old fox Yi Junxing, and I want to save the human world, let me go, master!" Uncle! Let go of me! — Uh..."

With a sound of "bang", Jian Xinghe suffered a dull pain in the back of his head, his eyes went dark, his whole body went limp, he immediately lost consciousness, and fell heavily into Yi Qingchen's arms.

Yi Qingchen put down his arms, shook his head, and let out a long sigh.

At the last moment before Jian Xinghe fainted, when his eyes were about to close, he vaguely saw a vague figure standing in the crowd by the pillar at the entrance of the main hall, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Zhijiu~Zhijiu~"

There are bursts of crisp bird calls, which are melodious and pleasant to listen to.The early morning sun shone into the room, warm and pleasant.

"Hehe, what the hell... Even the sound of the birds is the same every day, I'm really drunk..." Jian Xinghe got up from the bed with sleepy eyes, his face grew pale, and he picked up the chair hanging on the back of the chair. While wearing the robe, as if remembering something, he picked up an umbrella and pushed open the door.

The sky is still so light blue, the sun is still so bright, everyone has a smile on their face, everything is so peaceful, harmonious, orderly and natural.

Jian Xinghe's face was indifferent, he was stunned for a moment, then walked out the door like a shooting star holding the sword.

After bypassing several halls and passing the kitchen, Jian Xinghe went in directly to touch a small dried salted fish, and saw Zixian with his arms crossed and roared with an angry face, "Really! I don't know Yun..."

"The spoon is under the lid of the pot, look for it yourself." Jian Xinghe left a sentence expressionless, turned around and left, showing a handsome back.

"Eh? How does he know what I'm going to say?" Zixian was stunned in place with a look of surprise, and then she was stunned for a few seconds, then lifted the lid of the pot, and sure enough, the spoon was underneath.

Zixian held the spoon and was speechless for a long time.

……

Jian Xinghe turned a corner, came to the edge of the clump of rocks, and casually threw the small dried fish on a rock with a "snap".

After his figure walked a few steps, a little white cat sprang out from the grass with a "meow", picked up the dried fish, and stared at his back for a long time.

……

Jian Xinghe walked quickly to the bamboo forest path, and when he passed under the window of Jian Weizong in Wusi Pavilion, he propped up the umbrella in his hand with a "snap".

"Huh la la la..." A basin of footwashing water poured down, all poured on the umbrella.

"Ouch, no