not good, immortal

Chapter 117
Feng He dispersed the cloud dumpling, and carried Yue Yue to land on a sand dune.

It should be here.

Yue Yue muttered softly next to him, "Really, why did you find such a horrible place to sleep, and occasionally you can't eat two bites of hot food when you wake up..."

"She is also for the common people of the world." Feng He replied lightly.

"Hey, is it really that important for the common people in the world? One by one, they don't want their lives for the sake of the common people..."

Yue Yue yelled halfway, but suddenly lost his confidence, "Forget it, what right do I have to say about others."

Feng He glanced at him, although she couldn't remember clearly, but in a certain legend, Bo Jiang... really returned to Chaos for the sake of the world, right?
"Why are you looking at me? I have flowers on my face?"

Yue Yue can't do anything else, but his ability to destroy the atmosphere is top-notch.

Forget it.

The corners of Feng He's mouth twitched, and he was about to concentrate on arranging the formation, but saw Yue Yue throwing the burden on the ground, half kneeling on the ground, and began to look for things inside.

She was a little puzzled, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course I woke her up for you." He laughed self-deprecatingly, and said to Feng He, "By the way, no extra money, it will save you some strength to go back and fight."

"fight?"

"That's right, the world is peaceful if you win, and GG is lost when you lose."

"GG?"

"You don't even know about GG, it's just that Ji Chen said that you went to an Internet cafe with him!" Yue Yue said, but his hands kept moving, "The original intention is to give in, and the extended meaning is—Wan Da Egg!"

Different from the bad words on his mouth, he took out a pen from his bag, and drew symbols on his hands with a serious expression. The technique seemed light, but every stroke seemed to use all his strength.

"Shanhe brush?" It is said that Fuxi's pen was used to create characters.

"Know the goods!" Yue Yue praised.

He didn't look back, and after the symbol was completed, he sank his hand into the sand again, and whispered:

"wake up."

The golden rune flashed away, setting off a hurricane.

The dunes swirled and receded in the hurricane.

After the dust dispersed, a crystal clear lake was gradually revealed tens of meters underground, and a beautiful figure was slowly floating from the bottom of the lake.

Ripples spread from her figure, revealing streaks of silver light.

"Are you crazy? It's all like this? Are you still protecting the Miracle Eye?" Yue Yue's jaw dropped in shock.

"none of your business?"

The beautiful figure has reached the shore, and the graceful figure of the blue-clothed banshee slightly raised her head from the lake, revealing a terrifying face under her charming blue hair.

Half of them are young girls in their youth, and the other half are haggard elderly women. The dividing line is not very obvious.

The half of the old woman seems to be slowly eating away at the girl's half...

"It's not really my business, but if this goes on..." How many years can you live?
Yue Yue swallowed back the second half of the sentence, and silently stepped back, so that she could see clearly behind her, on the sandy cliff, the goblin who looked like a human girl.

"Xiaohe? It's you?" The girl in Tsing Yi was surprised and delighted.

This expression was even more horrifying on that face.

She suddenly realized something, and sighed again, "Hey, we are all acquaintances, so I don't need to use all my strength to maintain my appearance."

Anyway, according to the current situation, she will not live long.

"Yes... it's me."

Feng He froze for a moment, not knowing how to ask.

This face was very different from the one she saw thousands of years ago. She remembered that at that time, the female demon only wore a small mask covering her left eye. Other than that, she had the face of a young girl.

She knew that the battle of Zhuolu had completely deprived the Goddess of God, but she had never imagined that she would become what she is today.

It stands to reason that deep sleep can recuperate, but why is she getting worse and worse.

It's only been a hundred years since the spiritual energy disappeared...

"You don't think I'm ugly, do you?" Seeing her like this, Nuba joked.

"No way, I just... have something urgent to disturb your sleep." Feng He was a little at a loss.

The spirits consume enough energy to wake up once, which is enough to sleep for hundreds of years. Seeing the current situation of the female demon, she dare not think too much.

Why do you suddenly feel that after ten days, the way of heaven will collapse and spiritual energy will reappear in the world, maybe it is a good thing?

"It doesn't matter. Two thousand years ago, because I woke up suddenly, most of the oases here were lost, and the Shanshan Kingdom died because of this. If I don't control it myself, it may not be long before the entire Western Wilderness will become a sea of ​​sand. , when the drought spreads to the Eastern Wilderness, it will not be very good."

The nun spoke very lightly, never caring about how long her life was left.

"But……"

"I've figured it out a long time ago." The nun waved her hand, indicating that she didn't want to continue this topic, she walked up slowly wrapped in gauze, "You came to see me this time, what's the matter?"

Feng He nodded, and said: "Recently, I have been troubled by some past events. Now the gods in this world are not here, and the people around... can't find out why, so I can only come to you."

She summed up the century-old changes that she heard from several other people, and told her old friends.

"So that's how it is." The female demon pondered for a moment, "I wake up occasionally, and in the past I can still feel that the world is full of spiritual energy, and there are sand monsters active nearby. Now these few times, except for this person who came twice, I have never seen him again. to other living things."

Feng He turned his head and glanced at Yue Yue, as expected, he was also familiar with Nuba.

"All right, all right, don't get off topic, I'll ask for her."

Seeing that the two girls turned their eyes to him, Yue Yue simply sat down on the sand cliff and said:

"Actually, this girl heard that she had been married, but she really doesn't remember clearly. There are not many old gods living in the lower realm who have lived through the Lost Age. I don't want to come to you to ask ask?"

There seems to be nothing wrong with his statement, but he always feels that something is missing...

"Really?" Nuba was suspicious, and seemed suspicious of what Yue Yue said.

"Yes." Feng He no longer delved into the missing part of his question, and pointed to the jade cong that was tied back around his neck again, "I got this a few days ago, and I started to have strange dreams. He asked me to be engaged, but I never remember that."

Hearing the words, the nun cast her gaze over, secretly a little surprised: "Isn't this your engagement token? You don't remember anything?"

Betrothal token?

If it was a dream that was both true and false before, she didn't have to believe it, but if she didn't believe what Nuba said now, she would feel a little sorry for the hundred years of life she spent in waking her up for no reason.

Feng He took off the jade cong and looked at it with a confused look in his eyes.

Seeing her expression like this, the nun suddenly remembered something, and said: "That's right, you died once, it's normal that you can't remember."

died once...

That's why nine lives became eight lives.

What Nuba said matched what Ji Chen said before.

Although one of the life lights went out, the impact was far less intense than being told repeatedly.But why, can't remember at all?

"So, how did I die?" Feng He asked this very difficult question.

Nuba took a deep look at her, didn't speak, but glanced at Yue Yue who was playing with the sand from the corner of her eye.

Xu Shi was stared at a little hairy, Yue Yue finally stopped his hands.

He quietly added: "At that time, it was the time of the Lost Era, and the time in the God Realm was repeatedly changed. Except for the depths of the four seas that have not been affected, maybe you are the fish that slipped through the net and fell asleep intermittently."

Hearing the words, the nun's face showed a trace of sadness, and after a long time, she said lightly: "So it's time again..."

(End of this chapter)