There are always bad guys trying to steal my real body

Chapter 44 Xishi buried flowers, cold melted hairpins

"Master, Master. Today I played hide-and-seek with Yeyou Xiaoxianguan and others. I hid in Donghua Shangxian's lotus pond. I took a fancy to the golden koi inside. Can you help me get it?"

"The golden koi has been raised by Donghua Shangxian for five hundred years, and it will be transformed into a human in no time. Don't act recklessly."

"Linmao Yukun has a good fate, and it can be transformed in five hundred years. If the leaves and flowers don't have a thousand years, a single finger can't grow."

The flat-mouthed Fu Lu was very unhappy, and now she even wanted to abduct the golden koi in the lotus pond.

"Master, Master. Let's play hide-and-seek! If you can find me within a quarter of an hour, I will not stew that golden koi into soup."

Fulu, who let out a burst of laughter with silver bells, ran out the door.

Leng Rong gently closed the pages of the book, praying for the golden koi carp of Donghua Shangxian.

Like vines in hair sweeping across Leng Rong's face, Liuli's dreamlike memories came to an abrupt end.

With a mouth full of sharp teeth, Fu Lu quickly poked his head back and forth from the left and right sides behind the big banyan tree, looking like a rattle drum.

"Master, Master. What are you waiting for, come and catch me!"

Leng Rong drew out his saber, poured the pitifully little mana recovered during this period of time into the sword, and swung forward a wave of sword energy.

With a "bang", bark and sawdust splashed everywhere, and Fu Lu's sharp wail came from behind the tree.

"Master, Master, I was injured and bled, my arm was broken, my leg was broken, and my head fell off. You killed me, and you killed me again."

After a pause, Leng Rong stopped in front of the banyan tree again.

A hundred years ago, the golden body of Fu Lu's gourd was shattered in front of him, and the scene of falling apart suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He clutched his chest, his heart hurting badly.

The wound when Leng Rong was a god, now because he became a mortal, he was completely torn open by strong emotions, and his heart was broken.

The beautiful memories of the past, the lovely and innocent face, turned into a nightmare on that tragic day, slamming him over and over again, beating him to the point where his knees were weak.

Calm down, don't lose to the phantom.

Leng Rong staggered and supported the tree, gasping for breath, calming down his emotions.

"sorry."

The belated apology is finally said, but there are too many regrets that cannot be easily let go, then leave everything to time, and time will give an answer.

Panting for a while, there was no sound behind the tree, Leng Rong stabilized his mood, straightened his back, flicked his long pendulum, and strode around behind the tree.

Fu Lu stood with his back, Leng Rong drew out his sword without saying a word.

The "Longquan Sword" flashes green and cold, and is made of cold-melted scales. Fu Lu once said with a smile that one can know the beauty of dragon scales by looking at the sword. By analogy, her master must be the most beautiful dragon in the whole heaven.

The sound was still in my ears, and the footsteps didn't stop. The green Longquan sword pierced Fu Lu's back heart.

Suddenly, Fu Lu turned around, but in the appearance of an egret, Leng Rong suddenly stopped.

Yu Bailu, who was smiling brightly in spring, had a dazzling smile on his face that he had never seen before.

She looked past him, as if she couldn't see him, and walked past him.

"Hua Nian. What do you think of my new whip technique 'Meteor Chasing the Moon'?"

Smiling, her arm trembled, and the spirit snake came out of the hole, and turned into two light spots in the air, with only the shadow of the whip, electricity chasing the wind, and meteors chasing the moon.

With a "bang", the tree that was drawn trembled violently, followed by another "bang", and the trembling tree broke in the middle.

Yu Bailu's whip technique has reached a very high level, retracting one ball and releasing one.

She has a proud face, but she does have the capital to be proud.

But why is she here?

Fulu, where did you go?

Now that I think about it, Fu Lu and Yu Bailu seem to be five or six points similar in appearance, so when he was in Jishan Xianquan, did he follow her home so happily?

"Hua Nian. I like the flower hairpin you gave me very much, and I will treasure it for the rest of my life."

Yu Bailu's voice sounded again, and Leng Rong, who came back to his senses, saw Yan Huanian inserting a flower hairpin into Yu Bailu's hair with a shy face.

There was a strong discomfort in my heart. Is it still painful to remember Fu Lu's death, or
Looking at Yu Bailu nestled in Yan Huanian's arms, Leng Rong held the Longquan sword tightly, raised his feet and walked towards the two of them.

The setting sun falls on the wild grass, and the forest is full of wind and smoke.

Standing quietly in front of a stream of green water, Yu Bailu looked at the Zhuhu in the courtyard where she was very familiar with for twenty years.

Her home appeared in the phantom.

I don't see my father, mother, or younger brother, only chickens, ducks, and geese chasing in the courtyard, flying feathers all over the ground.

She walked into the courtyard and saw a person squatting in the front yard.

Peeping from the back, it was Leng Rong.

He was concentrating on squatting on the ground, shoveling the soil in a corner of the garden, as if he was burying something.

"Cold melt."

She called him once, but he didn't seem to hear, so she called again, but he remained indifferent and continued to bury things intently.

The wind was blowing and the atmosphere was strange, Yu Bailu stopped in his tracks.

Phantoms will process people's memories and add horror factors, but in Bailu's memory, he has never seen this scene of Leng Rong burying something in the yard before him.

So, what is the scene in front of you?
Also, what is Leng Rong burying?
Just walk over and see if you don't know.

Go, you go.

In Bailu's mind, heaven and man are at war, worried that when he walks over, what he sees is that Leng Rong is burying his head, or burying her; or he is digging out dead bones from the ground to play with building blocks.

Rongshuling is treacherous and changeable, as if in the next moment, the surroundings will become a lonely village of light smoke and decaying grass, and Leng Rong will transform into a dry old woman with bared fangs and rush towards her.

With a sigh of desolation, the heavens can learn from it. She has lived with Bailu for twenty years, sending lost children home, helping old women across bridges, sending ogres and demons to reincarnate, and doing all kinds of good things. Who's mother's fucking thing?

God, you love me so much, you must not be my stepmother!

The light clouds in the sky were blown to the west by the wind, and Yu Bailu also moved a few steps towards the west.

The terrifying picture of crying ghosts and gods in the fantasy does not exist. Squatting on the ground, Leng Rong's hands are covered with mud, just like the second door next door who is secretly burying a flower hairpin.

The plum blossoms on the hairpin were so bright red that they looked familiar, Yu Bailu stretched out his hand to touch his hair.

On the night when the immortal masters of Tianjian Mountain came to the door as Ye Xiao, the flower hairpin that Yan Huanian gave her fell on the ground, and Tang Xiaocha picked it up and returned it to her.

Of course, what should be lost is destined to leave, don't force it!

Later, at some point, the precious flower hairpin that she once regarded as a treasure for her whole life was lost.

At the poorest age, Yan Huanian bought the cheapest flower hairpins which are not worth a few pennies, but the gift is light and the affection is heavy.

It's a pity that Yan Huanian's hoe shoveled that mountain-mountain of affection to the ground. When Yu Gong saw it, he exclaimed, "Young man has great skills", and invited him to help move the mountain together!

After the flower hairpin was lost, Yu Bailu once imagined it lying in the weeds, exposed to the wind and sun, rusty;

If it was pure gold, she might be so distressed that she would not be able to sleep, and would go all the way to find it.

However, Xi Shi buried flowers, Leng Rong buried hairpins, what is the cause of this trouble!
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