"Is it on him?"

"Well, the smell can't be wrong, and it's also a more critical origin!"

"If he takes it, will he die?"

"Maybe!"

"What do you mean maybe?"

"Because on him, in addition to feeling the breath of Shennong's origin ding, I also smelled a more special breath!"

"What breath?"

"The breath of the Origin Stone?"

"Origin Stone?"

"In ancient times, there was a sage Nuwa, who held the stone of origin and made up for the sky, which is a stone that represents the ultimate vitality!"

"Nuwa Stone?"

The exchange of the origin world ended, and Song Shan's thoughts instantly returned to his body.

His gaze couldn't help but glance at Fang Lun.

Nuwa Stone?

Yes, with Shennongding, how can there be no Nuwa Stone.

Some legends are not out of nowhere.

But the specific situation of these artifacts, Song Shan is a little confused, even if he asks the origin, the origin will not tell him, this old immortal is hiding, in fact, many things are hidden from him.

It's just that the appearance of Nuwa Stone made Song Shan have to admit one thing, that is, he is getting closer and closer to the most mysterious corner of this world.

Whether it is a dream or a real but incomprehensible experience, there will be a result after all.

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The inside of the wooden house and the outside of the wooden house seem to be two different worlds.

Suddenly looking in from the outside, this small wooden house seems to be a very, very simple wooden house, but when you push the door and walk in, you can find that it is a small courtyard house.

It takes a lot of thought to build such a small courtyard house on this underground.

Fang Nanyi's eyes were slightly red.

It's all too familiar.

This seems to be the smaller Fang family compound.

"Sit down!"

Fang Lun politely invited them to sit down in the living room, and then said to the room next to him: "Yingzi, come out to meet the guests, I'll cook!"

The door was pushed open.

It was supposed to be a black woman, but she was dressed like a Chinese woman.

Her hair is more special, it is white snow, and her skin is black and white, and her body is straight, but her movements are very soft.

The overall look is not very beautiful, but it has a hint of small jasper temperament that is particularly unforgettable, like a combination of women in the east and west.

She walked over, smiled softly at Fang Lun, and said, "Brother Lun, I'm here to make tea for the guests, finally a guest comes, you can get more food, I haven't tasted your craftsmanship for a long time!"

"Come on!"

Fang Lun got up and walked to the small kitchen in the courtyard.

The black woman sat down, her posture as if she had been trained to do so, just like those ladies in China, and her every move was very polite.

"You're Fang Nanyi, I've heard your brother talk about you!" The black woman's skills in making tea are good, obviously learned, and her Chinese level is also very high, at least above the stopper, very pure Beijing flavor.

"Who are you?"

Fang Nanyi was a little wary of this black woman.

Other than that......

Although he was very angry with Fang Lun, and even wanted to expel him from the family tree, he finally recognized this brother in his heart, so he still had some nostalgia for his sister-in-law's candidate.

You know, Fang Lun has a master.

"Don't be so vigilant, Brother Lun won't be your enemy, and I'm not your enemy, my name is Ying, you can call me Yingzi!" The black woman smiled slightly, her face was slightly pale when she laughed, and her black skin was a white color, which was an unhealthy color.

"The Holy Maiden of the Natural Tribes?"

Song Shan took a sip of tea, although this kind of tea is also tea, but the taste is a little weird, it is not medicine, but a special tea taste, he listened to the words of the black woman, and subconsciously asked.

"It should be a former saint!"

The black woman smiled and said, "I've been away from the tribe for a long time!"

"Sai is here, you don't see him!"

Song Shan squinted.

This saint is strange.

But there was something strange there, and some of them couldn't be said, all in all, her vitality seemed to be a little different.

"It's not necessarily a good thing to see it!"

The black woman shook her head: "I have my freedom, I have the responsibility and faith of the plug, there are some things, we are incompatible, if there is no need, it is better not to see!"

Song Shan was a little silent.

In his mind, there seems to be a bloody love triangle taking shape, in an isolated tribe of two young people, childhood sweethearts, thought that life would be so plain and simple, but mixed in with a person who came in from the outside, this person also took the girl away, and then the boy was left to suffer in the tribe.

This made Song Shan shudder.

"The breath of death on your body has been suppressed, reversing the primary and secondary, and reversing the guest, it's really a bit surprising!" Ying's eyes looked at the brand on Fang Nanyi's forehead, smiled lightly, and said.

"How do you know?"

Fang Nanyi was surprised.

"Not only do I know that you have the Flower of Death eating away at your body, but I also know that you are going to use the origin of the Divine Tree of the Natural Tribe to wash away the last imprint of death!"

The black woman said indifferently: "But if I were you, I would advise you to be careful, there has never been a pie in the sky, and some things are not so easy to use!"

Fang Nanyi frowned.

The black woman in front of her gave her a particularly mysterious feeling, as if she could feel her own feelings, which made him a little uncomfortable.

"The Flower of Death wasn't planted by Fang Lun on Fang Nanyi's body, it should be you?" Song Shan said suddenly.

"Is that her?"

When Fang Nanyi heard this, he was stunned, and he didn't understand: "Why did she harm me?"

"Very smart man!"

The black woman didn't have any panic, but a pair of ink-like eyes, looking at Song Shan's more dignified aura, she said softly: "How do you know it's mine?"

"Because you have the breath of the flower of death, and I only understand one thing now, why the flower of death is staying in Nanyi, but it can make him survive until he returns to Huaguo, the domineering of the flower of death, I have learned, it is impossible to give an ordinary mortal so much time, unless someone controls it!"

Song Shan also entered this courtyard and felt a strange aura, so he suddenly figured out the special things on Fang Nanyi's body.

He looked at the black woman's eyes, which were particularly sharp, and even a little cold: "No one has ever said that there can't be two flowers in one flower, the flower of death in her body should only be a seed flower, and the mother flower is still in your hand, so you can control the process of boarding the flower of death as you wish!"

The more he talked, the more he felt that his analysis was very in place, and there were some things that he couldn't figure out, but he figured it out at once.

"You want to control me?"

Fang Nanyi shot the case, and a pair of beautiful eyes were as angry as fire.

"Brother Lun said, you have a bad temper since you were a child, it seems that you are not wrong!" The black woman smiled as if no one was around, a pair of beautiful black eyes glanced at Fang Nanyi, and said: "Although I am not a good person, I am also the daughter-in-law of the Fang family after all, even if I am your sister-in-law, there is really no need to control you!"

"Sister-in-law?"

Fang Nanyi gritted his teeth and snorted coldly: "I don't even recognize him Fang Lun, can I recognize you, and even if he Fang Lun is a member of our old Fang family, his daughter-in-law will not be you, the genealogy of the old Fang family, there is no place for you!"

When the black woman heard this, she didn't have the slightest temperament, but looked at Fang Nanyi's angry appearance, which was very good-looking, and her smile became a little bright: "I don't ask for the genealogy of your old Fang family, I am Fang Lun's daughter-in-law, God has to recognize this!"

"You ......"

Fang Nanyi was a little speechless.

"Nanyi, sit down!"

Song Shan took a deep breath and suppressed Fang Nanyi, they were not here to quarrel, now they had to solve Fang Nanyi's problems as much as possible.

If it weren't for the aura of the same origin being captured by him, I'm afraid he wouldn't know that the flower of death in Fang Nanyi's body was simply a double flower.

In this case, the state of the flower will be formed, and for the flower of death, the existence of the flower will easily lead to flower conflicts, and finally lose the ability to evolve.

It's hard for this flower to survive, let alone evolve into a flower of death.

But once the evolution is successful, it has an extraordinary effect, the child and the mother have the imprint of death, they are all the flowers of death, but the children and the mother complement each other, one flower is like two flowers, and the two flowers are one, and the power is amazing.

can be mutually reinforced, this kind of flower of death, the mother flower of control can control the death imprint of the sub-painting, even if Song Shan is a reversed death, it is difficult to say that Fang Nanyi's body will not have problems.

And the backlash has already appeared, otherwise Song Shan wouldn't have to ask the Divine Tree to make a move, using her life origin to suppress this backlash and reconcile her body.

Although Shenshu said that this could calm the backlash on Fang Nanyi's body, Song Shan couldn't absolutely believe him, and the bell had to be tied to the bell.

He suppressed Fang Nanyi, his eyes were a little solemn, and he looked at the black woman: "The mother flower is on you, what do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything!"

The black woman said indifferently: "Originally, I just hoped that I could make her not so obstructive, her appearance has ruined Brother Lun's plan and made her sleep for a few years, and then we finished our work and returned to Huaguo, and I will extract the death mark on her body, which will naturally revive him!"

"But I didn't expect that she would meet someone who is even more proficient in life than us!"

The black woman's gaze squinted at Song Shan.

Intuition told her.

Song Shan is such a master.

"Fang Lun's plan that I destroyed?" Fang Nanyi was uneasy: "He cheated to death and didn't return, he didn't return home, but he stirred up the storm abroad, is he still reasonable?"

"Anyway, your appearance has put Brother Lun in danger, and I can't let Brother Lun be hurt in any way!" The black woman's movement of drinking tea was very natural, as if it was the feeling that she could be one with heaven and earth.

"Let's not talk nonsense, the Tao is different and don't conspire with each other, what you and Fang Lun do is your business, I only care about one thing, how do you want to hand over the mother flower!"

Song Shan didn't want to talk to her too much, but this flower of death couldn't always be in her hands, no matter what she and Fang Lun were planning, this flower was related to Fang Nanyi's life, and he had to take it back.

"Easy!"

After the black woman glanced at the small kitchen, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then said indifferently to Song Shan: "The Herrero tribe has a secret treasure, if you can get it back, I will hand over the mother flower to you!"

"Secret treasure?"

Song Shan suddenly understood that they had something to ask for in the Herrero tribe, but they didn't know what it was that could make them survive under this underground.

"Don't you think!" Fang Nanyi's pupils burst out with a cold light.

"You can try!"

The black woman's voice was also very cold, and her momentum was even stronger: "Your brother feels sorry for you, I won't, he can't stare at me twenty-four hours a day, the mother flower I want to destroy is as easy as a hand!"

"The dish is coming!"

Fang Lun's voice sounded at this time, and his appearance instantly dissipated the icy aura on the black woman's body, and a gentle smile appeared on her face in an instant.

This momentary change of face made Song Shan and Fang Nanyi breathtaking.

I really can't figure out how she can do it.

"Mullet egg soup, shredded pork in Kyoto sauce!"

Fang Lun was wearing an apron around his body at this time, holding two dishes, and walked out with a smile: "There are dishes, rice, and wine, you are welcome!"

"Old Yanjing's dishes?"

Fang Nanyi was slightly surprised, this dish is placed in Yanjing, ordinary can't be ordinary, but in this world that I don't know how far away, or underground, it looks very special.

"I made it, you taste it!"

Fang Lun also served Fang Nanyi rice, the white rice looked snow-white and snow-white, which made people's appetite shocked.

In the hall of the small courtyard, there were just four of them.

They sat down at the square table and raised their chopsticks.

"What were you talking about just now?" Fang Lun asked with a smile, today was the happiest day he had in so many years.

"Didn't talk about anything!"

The black woman smiled and said, "Just listen to Nanyi talk about some things about the old Fang family!"

"It's all old, what else is there to say!"

Fang Lun smiled, his smile was gentle.

"I just want to hear it!"

The black woman said softly.

"If you want to hear it, I'll tell you about it later!" he was especially doting on black women.

"I'm full!"

Fang Nanyi suddenly put down his chopsticks, stood up, and walked out.

"Nanyi!" Fang Lun's eyes were a little regretful.

"Fang Lun, Tong Zhiqiu is the rightful daughter-in-law, don't you forget!" Fang Nanyi glanced at Fang Lun fiercely: "Now that Tong Zhiqiu is still waiting for you to go back in Yanjing, are you worthy of her?"

She drove Tong Zhiqiu out of the Fang family back then, it was a helpless thing, Tong Zhiqiu was so desperate, she tolerated Tong Zhiqiu's various presumptuousness over the years, how could she not make amends.

But the person who should compensate Tong Zhiqiu the most has never been her.

"A dead man, not worth her wait!"

When Fang Lun heard this name, his heart couldn't help but stir, but he replied very quickly, he smiled indifferently, and said very calmly: "You go back and tell him that Fang Lun is dead, really dead!"

"Humph!"

Fang Nanyi snorted coldly, not knowing whether it was disappointment or grief, and walked out of the courtyard quickly.

Looking at his back, Fang Lun's gaze became deeper.