Fake Immortals in the Cultivation Realm of Life

Chapter 125 Auntie ([-]rd)

The heartbroken little one who was crying just now turned into a small bomb in the next second, and whoever catches it will blow up whoever it is, which only makes the people who eat melons express their feelings for being deceived.

Mingzun is also very annoyed by these spectators around, but the ghost market can't do anything, even if she is Mingzun, under the oath of the law, she must abide by it.

This will see a fucking kid taunting a big move, killing everyone instantly with one move, and suddenly a sense of pride arises in his heart.

But in the next second, her face changed. Is it the soul that is affecting her?Or is she assimilating split souls?
It's just that before she could communicate with the figure of Zhihai, she heard an unlovable little ghost say: "Auntie, why do you have a familiar aura on you?"

What the hell is Auntie?

Hearing this address, even the figure in Mingzun's sea of ​​consciousness trembled. How did her little baby grow up?
Why is this kind of temperament that is more extreme than Ping An?

But Ming Zun didn't pay much attention to the title "auntie", she was an old monster who lived for thousands of years, and the word "auntie" was simply a child's play.

And she felt that things were getting more and more interesting. Did the brat say "familiar breath"?
If there really was an aura she was familiar with, it could only be that bold book "The Sutra of Rebirth".

"You child is not a mortal, are you?" You Ye rarely sighed with the figure in the Sea of ​​Consciousness,
The Cloak of Resentment she was wearing was a third-rank immortal artifact. Even a ground-level immortal would not be able to see through her appearance, remember her smell, or trace her breath.

That figure, or Mrs. Lan's soul, sat down in Mingzun's sea of ​​consciousness. At this time, she was surrounded by a copy of "The Sutra of Rebirth".

The light on the "Book of Rebirth" became brighter and brighter, and the figure condensed by Mrs. Lan's soul became more and more clear, until a face that was exactly the same as Ming Zun appeared, as if she was alive.

"She's your child too!"

Mingzun Youye did not make a sound after hearing this, and in the next second, she handed over the control of her body to Mrs. Lan, "All kinds of things in the previous life, such as Chaolu, you bid farewell to her!"

Although things were getting more and more interesting, she didn't have time to worry about them.

"The water in the River Styx is getting more and more presumptuous..."

After You Ye finished speaking, Shenhun lay on his back in his sea of ​​consciousness, looking at his body from the perspective of "God".

And Mrs. Lan, who passively accepted Mingzun's body, was in a daze for a while. Then, did she come out?like a dream.

The change between You Ye and Mrs. Lan was only a few breaths to the outside world, and even Nuan Nuan didn't notice it.

In other words, Nuan Nuan still noticed that she finally didn't feel like a light on her back, but she didn't think about it.

Nuan Nuan is still wondering what that vague sense of familiarity is, but in the next second, she is teleported out of the circle of "people".

Her little hand was held by a bone-chilling hand. For some reason, the chill made Nuan Nuan feel like crying again.

Really, are you starting to cry today?
"Auntie, where are you taking me?"

Hearing her daughter's words, Mrs. Lan stopped because she didn't know where to take her daughter, and it was even her first time to use teleportation. Fortunately, seeing You Ye used it a lot, she didn't lose face in front of her daughter.

"Your soul power is not enough to support your body for a long time, time is running out, if you have anything to say, hurry up!"

Feeling Madam Lan's confusion and fear, You Ye reminded helplessly.

If it weren't for the terrifying merits of this shred of soul, she wouldn't want to fuse her at all, stupidity would be contagious.

After hearing You Ye's words, Mrs. Lan had ten thousand words in her mind that she wanted to say to her daughter. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't say a word.

Say what?

She never participated in her daughter's life, the first time she laughed, the first time she cried, the first time she spoke, the first time she walked...all the first times and countless times were without her existence.

You Ye has already been defeated by this woman who is still on the tip of her horns at this critical moment. It is rare for her to show kindness once, and she still has the leisure to think about it for the first time...

It's gone for the first time, okay?
"If it weren't for the main soul's pull on the sub-soul, I would definitely suspect that you were not a wrong sub-soul. You gave birth to her, and you are her mother. The causal line between you has not been broken yet."

In fact, You Ye admires this sub-soul quite a lot. Damn, being suppressed and fused by her bit by bit, the fuck can survive for six years. This can be regarded as one of her [-] sub-souls. It is the "strongest nail household".

The most special thing that makes people jealous is that she gave birth to a daughter of unknown origin, not to mention a lot of merits, and her merits will increase every year after she dies.

The main soul and the sub-souls are originally a "person", and You Ye can know Madam Lan's thoughts, and Madam Lan can naturally feel You Ye's thinking.

At this moment, feeling You Ye's depression, Mrs. Lan finally couldn't help showing a smile.

Yes, although she never participated in Nuannuan's growth, her daughter has not forgotten her.

Every time it comes to her memorial day, it is the time when she is most awake, and it is also the time when You Ye is most depressed.

Thinking of this, she felt that since she was leaving, she should leave some presents for her daughter.

Although she was reluctant to leave, You Ye was right, their time was running out.

Nuannuan looked at this aunt who was obviously in a daze, and felt that she was getting more and more familiar. It stands to reason that she was born with a photographic memory, and she could recall people she met at a glance.

But because of that nasty black cloak, she seemed to be missing something!
"Meeting is fate, I'm leaving, this is for you. Little girl, in this world, there are always more good people. Believe in love, learn to love, I wish you a happy growth!"

Nuannuan looked at the aunt (shen) (jing) who had stuffed two storage rings into her hands and said she believed in love and learned to love, a little confused.

Is the Holy Mother of the White Lotus so powerful?
Even the earth can’t hold you, so come to another world to preach?
After giving the storage bag, Mrs. Lan was afraid that she could not help crying, so she disappeared with a teleportation.

And Nuan Nuan looked at these two storage rings that were worth a lot of money at first glance, and felt that she had to find a place to be quiet. What kind of routine is this?
Walking like a wandering soul, Nuan Nuan occasionally looked up and saw a small two-story building with the words "Jiyuge" written in spirit patterns on a plaque made of fiery red Sang Qianyu.

Joy Pavilion?She seems to have heard it somewhere!
By the way, Gu Qianguan said it, and Tang Yu said it too, "Death needs money..."

While thinking of Xiyuge, Nuannuan finally remembered why she felt the breath of that aunt was familiar.

merit!That breath is the breath of the special "Rebirth Sutra" written by her own hand.

Because the materials used are all precious treasures of heaven and earth, coupled with the traction of spirit patterns, in fact, when the book "Rebirth Sutra" was written, it was already a magic weapon of acquired merit.

Because it came from Nuan Nuan's hands, even though it has been sent to Hades, the familiarity is still there.

Sent to Hades?

Nuan Nuan turned her head "squeaky" and looked at the unknown darkness, "Mother?"

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