my wife is a fantasy girl

When Duan Ziyu heard this, he couldn't help but gasped. As a modern person, he naturally knew what would happen if he lost his temper. Fortunately, he was awakened by Reimu at the last moment, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous. ▏ ． fèisuzw． ▏

Thinking of this, Duan Ziyu looked at Lingmeng gratefully: "Thank you, Lingmeng, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have..."

Lingmeng shook her head: "No, I should be sorry, knowing that your foundation is not stable, I should protect the law for you, but almost had an accident." After a pause, she said, "Don't cultivate demons for now. , let's stabilize the foundation first, and you can cultivate the gods by the way, and you will save people after a while, and only spiritual practitioners can use the blessings of life."

Duan Ziyu nodded, immediately stopped cultivating and followed Lingmeng's guidance to stabilize his cultivation. After about an hour, the manic impulse finally completely disappeared.

Afterwards, Lingmeng told Duan Ziyu the method of cultivating gods, and Duan Ziyu did as he said. This time, he didn't need Lingmeng's guidance like cultivating demons.

Continuously introducing spiritual energy into the brain, Duan Ziyu can clearly feel that his mind is getting clearer and his thinking is getting more and more active. It seems that the questions that would take a long time to answer can now be answered in just a few minutes.

This is the effect of cultivating the gods, developing the spirit and brain, making a person's thinking flexible is the most basic effect.

Half an hour later, Duan Ziyu finally succeeded in building the foundation. With the aura accumulated by cultivating demons as a base, he directly passed the most difficult initial stage, and he can already use some basic spells. After a few days to consolidate your cultivation, there is no problem in using living beings to pray for blessings.

At that moment, Lingmeng taught Duan Ziyu the technique of spiritual strike, and it took only 10 minutes for Duan Ziyu to master this move, and then he couldn't wait to try it against the big cup not far away.

"Spirit strike!"

Following Duan Ziyu's angry shout, a ball of light bullets was fired from his right hand, but unlike Reimu's, the color of his spiritual strike was much lighter. The supposedly white spiritual strike was shot by him. After hitting it, it was almost transparent gray, and after hitting the big cup, the big cup just shook without leaving any cracks.

Seeing this scene, Duan Ziyu couldn't help but said disappointedly: "Why is the power so weak?"

Lingmeng gave Duan Ziyu a blank look: "That's for sure. You have just started cultivating God. Although you have a lot of spiritual energy, your mental power is still pitifully weak. The power of spiritual strikes is controlled according to your spiritual power. Do you want to use spiritual strikes?" It takes at least five years of practice to break that big cup."

"Five years? I'm dizzy. I guess I can dismantle a car with my bare hands if I concentrate on cultivating demons." Duan Ziyu said depressed. It seems that he has no talent for cultivating gods.

Lingmeng shrugged and continued to attack: "There is no way, there is too little spiritual energy in the outside world, and although this foreign land is abundant, the amount is limited, and we will leave tomorrow. Whether we can come back is another matter. It will take five years. It’s an optimistic estimate, and it may take ten to twenty years to practice to the point of breaking the big cup.”

"...Well, it seems that I will never be a Superman in this life." Duan Ziyu sighed helplessly, but at this moment, he suddenly heard a very soft voice, he couldn't help but froze, and then looked around .

Ling dreamed, and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter with you?"

Duan Ziyu pressed his hands to signal Lingmeng to be quiet, and then continued to listen. Sure enough, he heard a female voice, which seemed to be asking for help, but it was too soft to hear clearly, so he said to Lingmeng: "Lingmeng, do you have any questions?" Didn't you hear a woman's cry for help?"

"Crying for help? No, I didn't hear anything." Lingmeng listened tentatively, but didn't hear anything, "Did you hear it wrong?"

Duan Ziyu was silent for a while, then shook his head decisively: "Impossible, that voice keeps ringing, it should not be a hallucination." After a pause, he looked to his right hand, "I found it, it came from there."

After all, Duan Ziyu ran over there first, Ling dreamed, and immediately followed.

Soon, the two arrived in front of a music box that was bigger than a bus. Duan Ziyu listened and found that the source of the sound was here. He hurriedly said to Lingmeng: "This is it, Lingmeng, take a look."

Lingmeng immediately listened to it, and suddenly showed surprise, obviously heard the voice inside, and couldn't help but said to Duan Ziyu: "How can you hear such a soft voice from so far away?"

Duan Ziyu was taken aback when he heard the words, and couldn't help scratching his head: "I don't know too well, maybe it's because I cultivated demons, and you have nothing to do with it."

"Maximum repair still has this function?" Lingmeng looked at Duan Ziyu suspiciously, but she also knew that Duan Ziyu was not clear, so she didn't continue to ask, turned to look at the music box, and flew around the music box to look around , after discovering that there was a seal on it, they pushed the seal open together with Duan Ziyu.

As a result, the two saw two blond dolls wearing one blue and one red Western-style dresses lying inside. However, compared with the monsters they encountered before, these two were obviously much more delicate, they were simply perfect works of art, and The appearance is not much different from that of a real girl. At first glance, if the two dolls were not less than forty centimeters tall, Duan Ziyu would even regard them as real people.

Seeing these two dolls, Duan Ziyu immediately tensed up. The memory of being chased and killed by monster toys was still vivid in his memory, so he dared not relax.

However, when Lingmeng saw the two dolls, he was obviously stunned for a moment, and then covered his head showing distress. Seeing this, Duan Ziyu hurriedly asked Lingmeng what was wrong, Lingmeng shook his head and did not speak, his eyes fixed on him. Those two dolls.

At this moment, the doll in the blue dress moaned in pain. Listen carefully, isn't the cry for help heard earlier the same as her voice?

It seemed that this voice had awakened Reimu, and Reimu's expression suddenly changed, and he blurted out, "I remembered, this is Shanghai and Penglai!"

"Shanghai and Penglai?" Duan Ziyu was startled, and said uncertainly: "Are you talking about Shanghai and Penglai in China, or are you calling these two dolls by their names?"

"It's the names of these two children. The one in blue is Shanghai, and the one in red is Penglai. They are..." Lingmeng covered her head and frowned again when she said this, "Well, I still can't remember their master. Who is it, but I can confirm that they are residents of Gensokyo."

Duan Ziyu nodded when he heard the words, and took a deep look at Reimu. It seemed that Reimu had recovered some memories, but only after seeing the two dolls. It seemed that Reimu was going to restore his past memories completely. , she has to find someone she knew before. However, if the memory is completely restored, will Reimu leave him?

Thinking of this, Duan Ziyu couldn't help being a little dazed.

At this moment, the blue-clothed doll's eyebrows moved, and slowly opened her eyes. The sapphire-like eyes looked around in a daze, and soon found Lingmeng and Duan Ziyu. She stared at Lingmeng for a while and then , couldn't help shouting excitedly: "Reimu, you are Reimu, right?"

Hearing this excited but very weak voice, Duan Ziyu's thoughts were interrupted, and he and Lingmeng looked at Shanghai, and Shanghai's small face was suddenly surprised and happy: "It really is you, great, Lingmeng , save Penglai quickly, she is dying!" At the end, she anxiously picked up the red doll beside her.

Hearing this, Lingmeng immediately jumped into the music box to inspect Penglai. Seeing this, Duan Ziyu also jumped in. When he came to Lingmeng, Lingmeng had already inspected Penglai, and he frowned and said: " Shanghai, what happened to Penglai, why did you get hurt like this? Where is your master?"

"Penglai, it is my fault that Penglai became like this. We fell into this place after we came out of Gensokyo, and we were attacked by a group of strange things every day. Penglai became like this to save me. Our master, Our master..." After Shanghai spoke incoherently, he hugged his little head in pain: "I can't remember, I can't remember who our master is, Lingmeng, what's going on? Obviously The most important thing to us is the master, why did we forget her? What's going on?"

Hearing this, Duan Ziyu and Lingmeng couldn't help but look at each other. They understood that Shanghai might also have amnesia, and that Penglai and Shanghai are together, and most likely they are the same as Shanghai.

The two couldn't help sighing. They thought they could learn something about Reimu's past and Gensokyo from the mouths of the two little guys, but now it seems that they can't.

Looking at Shanghai with a painful face, Lingmeng said: "Shanghai, if you can't remember it, don't think about it. I, like you, can't remember the past." After a pause, she looked at Penglai, "It's still Let's find a way to save Penglai first. The child's injury is not difficult to deal with. You have the ability to repair yourself, but the premise is that you have enough magic power to support it. Now Penglai has too little magic power left, which makes the self-healing ability impossible. Enable, do you have a way to replenish her magic power?"

Hearing this, Shanghai shook his head in distress: "No, she and I used to rely on the master to replenish the magic power. Reimu, can you replenish the magic power for Penglai?"

Lingmeng frowned and shook her head: "My power is spiritual power, not magic power, so I can't help you." Speaking of this, she looked at Shanghai complicatedly, not only Penglai, but also Shanghai's remaining magic power is not much, once used up , Shanghai will lose its vitality just like Penglai.

Hearing the words, Shanghai couldn't help showing despair on his small face, he lowered his head in despair and just hugged the lifeless Penglai, as if he had accepted his fate.

Lingmeng sighed leisurely, couldn't bear to look away, her eyes were full of frustration and helplessness, obviously she felt quite self-blaming and powerless for the current situation, after all, although Shanghai and Penglai were not human, it was she who managed to find them. The 'fellow'.

Duan Ziyuzi glanced at Lingmeng, then at Shanghai, not knowing how to comfort the two "girls" who were full of disappointment, and cast his eyes on Penglai while thinking.

Looking at the delicate little face of this sleeping beauty, Duan Ziyu couldn't help poking Penglai's cheek with strong curiosity. He couldn't help being surprised by the soft and smooth touch, because the other person's skin was just like a real person's, and even had a temperature. .

But before Duan Ziyu was surprised enough, something happened that shocked him even more. The aura in his body suddenly flowed towards Penglai crazily through his fingers, as if to drain his aura dry.

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