Ning Chen

Just not sure.

"Demon, Zun..." Xie Zhanning murmured these two unfamiliar words, which he did not want to get involved in anyway.

Xie Zhanning's eyes were blazing, and he said firmly, "I want to be a Demon Lord!"

Shi Yu nodded, "Okay, Auntie will help you."

Three days later, before Shi Yu could help him, Xie Zhanning fought against the heroes of the demon world with his own strength, and convinced everyone. No one else knew Xie Zhanning's identity.

"See Demon Lord." Three days later, the treasure of Demon Lord, which had been vacant for a long time, collapsed, and a young man who had never been seen before sat on it.

Xie Zhanning sat on top of the Mo Zun Baotao, his gaze was cold and cold, "...all the demons obey the order, and from today onwards, use all the power of the whole clan to kill Youhuang and Shi Shuliu."

"Yes!" Everyone in the Demon Palace fell to their knees, looking down at their young new Demon Lord.

After everyone retreated, Shi Yu said, "Ning'er, you are now the Demon Lord."

Xie Zhanning murmured: "Yes, I am the Demon Lord."

Shi Yuliu frowned slightly, and questioned: "Ning'er, will you blame aunt?"

Xie Zhanning stared at Shi Ming in a daze, with a puzzled expression on his face, "..."

Shi Yu said leisurely: "If I hadn't been captured by Youhuang at that time, everything that happened later might not have happened."

Xie Zhanning shook his head, and said softly: "...I don't blame you." The only one he blamed was himself.

The two were silent for a while, Shi Yu said again: "Just now, why did you only order them to hunt and kill You Huang and Shi Shuliu?"

Xie Zhanning said in a deep voice: "I don't believe them, not even one of them. I want to find the reincarnated person myself."

"..." He didn't believe any of them, was she there? Shi Yu nodded in a daze, and left the hall without saying a word.

Xie Zhanning sat on the treasure tower, staring at the huge demon palace, crying and laughing, "Mozun, hahahaha, Mozun."

82. Things Are Different

"Your name is Gu Chuchen."

Since Xie Zhanning became the Demon Lord, he has not been seen for three out of five days. On this day, Shi Yu asked the maid, "Where is the Demon Lord, where did the Demon Lord go?"

The maid shook her head again and again and said: "I don't know, Lord Shiyu, please forgive me."

Shi Yu sighed softly, waved his slender hand, and said: "...If he wants to leave, you can't stop him, forget it, let's go."

The maid stepped back, "Yes."

Day after day, a year in the blink of an eye.

"Master, look, the rhododendrons are blooming again." Outside the Orchid Pass, a large sea of ​​rhododendrons is in full bloom, and the red glow of the azalea is the same as the scene they stopped to see back then, but now Xie Zhanning looked at the mountain full of rhododendrons, He didn't think it was beautiful at all, on the contrary, it was the patches of red that were extremely dazzling.

The bursts of cries reached Xie Zhanning's ears, "Candied haws, fragrant and sweet candied haws."

"..." Xie Zhanning looked at the candied haws and stopped for a long time.

Seeing Xie Zhanning staring at him, the peddler smiled and said, "Guest officer, do you want a bunch?"

"En." After a while, Xie Zhanning nodded in a daze.

The peddler smiled and said, "Here, guest officer, Sheng Hui has two articles."

Xie Zhanning threw a piece of broken silver to the peddler, and the peddler beamed with joy.

The candied haws are still the old candied haws, Xie Zhanning put it to his mouth and tasted it, "...bitter."

When the peddler heard this, his smile stopped abruptly, "How could it be bitter?"

"..." Xie Zhanning shook his head and said, "It's because I can't taste the sweetness..."

The peddler couldn't help muttering, "What's the matter with this man? Why is he so weird?"

I saw Xie Zhanning dragging his tired body farther and farther, over mountains and ridges to one place after another, snow and wind, another year.

"Isn't this the very angry young master?" A familiar figure walked towards Xie Zhanning Niao Na, and that person was Yun Niang.

It turned out that unintentionally, he wandered to Yiyang City.

Xie Zhanning glanced at the woman, "Is it you?"

Seeing his extremely depressed expression, Yunniang couldn't help asking: "Where's the other young master, why didn't you see him?"

"..." Xie Zhanning's lips parted slightly, and he was about to say something, but he hung his head away in despair, his eyes were as empty as a pool of stagnant water.

Yun Niang frowned, and said to herself: "What's wrong with him? Did I say something wrong?"

Mr. Qiao Lang came over from nowhere, sighed and said, "Oh, sad people have their own sad things."

Yun Niang glanced at Mr. Qiao Lang, and said leisurely: "It's a pity, what a high-spirited person he used to be."

Time flies, Xie Zhanning can't remember what year it is now, "Master, today is March [-]th."

In an empty room, an empty table, and two bowls of longevity noodles on the table, Xie Zhanning couldn't help sobbing after eating the bowl in front of him, "...there is another bowl, I'll eat it for you."

"..." Thousands of thoughts intertwined and stretched like the longevity noodles in front of him. Xie Zhanning's mouth was unconscious, tasted like chewing wax, and tears rolled down his cheeks, "Master, where are you..."

It took several years to go round and round, and Xie Zhanning never stopped looking for the reincarnated person for a single day. On this day, passing by Huaicheng, he remembered the taste that was almost forgotten.

"Cheese, fresh steamed cheese."

For so many years, Xie Zhanning didn't dare to take another bite of steamed cheese. When they came here, the boss here was still a young man, but now he is an old man over fifty years old. Xie Zhanning had a thought, and whispered, "Old man, do you remember me?"

"Have we met?" The old man was full of doubts, and said again: "Master, would you like a bowl of fresh cheese?"

Xie Zhanning shook his head and said, "No, old man, I want to learn how to make shortbread from you."

The old man didn't hear clearly, and frowned, "What?"

"I said, I want to learn how to make shortbread from you." Xie Zhanning took out a big bag of money.

The old man understood now, waved his hands again and again and said: "This is the secret recipe of my ancestors, and it is not passed on."

After that, Xie Zhanning came to study every day. After a long time, the old man gradually relaxed. One day, the old man asked: "You have been soaking soft and hard for so long just to learn how to make shortbread cheese?"

Xie Zhanning said firmly, "Yes."

The old man sighed, and said: "Forget it, the old man has been lonely all his life and has no descendants, so I will pass on the skill of making pastry cheese to you."

Xie Zhanning smiled for a long time, "Thank you, old man."

Xie Zhanning learned all the skills of the old man, and when the old man died, he hid his glory in the name of the younger generation, so how rushed it was.

Ten rounds of Shuangying turn to the court, and this eve, the Jiren are alone.

"Lantern Festival..." After ten days, Xie Zhanning encountered a lantern festival in a small town he had never been to before. He had seen a lantern festival before, and it was the most beautiful lantern festival he had ever seen in his life. Guess Lantern riddles, setting off river lanterns, watching fireworks, under the fireworks are couples who are happy with each other...

At this time, Shijun Mountain was just an ordinary green mountain. Fu Zhaohua had the idea of ​​settling here because of the abundant aura of the mountain and the fact that it was far away from Banyan Valley, "Shijun Mountain."

Fu Zhaohua looked at the green hill in front of him, "Brother, this will be our home from now on."

On that day, Fu Zhaohua locked the "Qianlin" who had already sealed his sword into the ruined Heguangyuan, and took Gu Lichen's robbery ashes into his spirit bag to accompany him with him. Fu Zhaohua was just thinking about it, but every day After a while, the Jiehui in the spiritual pouch quietly bloomed a small green lotus.

"This is?" Fu Zhaohua looked at Qinglian in the spiritual sac, his face paled in shock, "Could it be that senior brother can still wake up?"

Afterwards, Fu Zhaohua transplanted the green lotus into the spiritual spring, and it shone day and night. After more than 200 years, one day, the green lotus flourished overnight, and it transformed into a human form in an instant.

"Who are you?" The person who spoke was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with a small face sculpted in pink and jade, extremely delicate.

Fu Zhaohua stared blankly at the young man in front of him, excited, "Master, senior brother..."

"Brother?" The young man tilted his head with a puzzled expression.

Fu Zhaohua hurriedly asked: "You, do you remember me?"

The boy shook his head and said, "I don't remember."

Fu Zhaohua continued to ask: "You can't remember anything?"

The boy still shook his head, "I can't remember."

When Gu Lichen died, he not only sealed the Youquan into the lotus heart of his right eye, but also sealed his memory.

"..." The person in front of him did have Gu Lichen's aura, Fu Zhaohua was sure that he was just encouraging this hatred, and seeing the mist in his eyes, he was about to shed tears.

The young man frowned lightly and asked, "Brother, are you crying?"

Fu Zhaohua took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "I'm not crying, I'm happy."

The boy was puzzled and said, "Why are you crying when you're happy?"

Fu Zhaohua knelt down and said softly, "From now on, let me take care of you, okay?"

"En." The young man nodded in a daze, he didn't know where he came from, and he didn't have any memory.

Almost at the same time, the puppet in the secret room of the Hundred Puppet Garden also woke up, "...It's so dark, what is this place?"

The puppet walked out of the secret room. Outside the secret room, there were already ruins. She looked at the burnt plaque and said, "Bai, puppet, garden?"

The puppet lowered its head and looked at its own body carefully, "Wood?" Her body is all wood, and she is a humanoid puppet.

"I want to find him..." Her first thought when she woke up was to find him. She didn't know who he was or what he looked like, but she just wanted to find the vague figure in her mind.

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