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These two words are undoubtedly the biggest temptation for the white pigeon.

Coming from modern times, she is lonely and special in this different time and space.

After going through many things, she knew that there was no hope of going back. Although I often comfort myself that those who know the times are handsome, they must learn to let go of their own lives, and freely regard the life of the past 20 years as a memory of their past life, and let it go with the wind.

Even if it is like a weed, it must strive to take root here, regenerate and thrive.

In this era, a person is free to live well, not a passerby, but her world.

These words are like the hard work we engrave on our desks, although these words will motivate us, but deep down, the word "home" is still her biggest weakness, and it hits the ground running.

The white pigeon bit her lip, her expression was a little apprehensive, a little scared and a little expectant, she didn't know whether what the "person" in front of her said was true or false. But even if there is only one in 10,000 chance, she has to fight for it.

Because of my parents' smiles, after all, they are so missed.

The white dove tried hard not to let his tears fall, and this pitiful appearance was really pitiful to me.

"Then, then you say the conditions, how can I go back and go back to the modern era. I'll do my best. ”

The white pigeon also gritted his teeth in particular, adding five words to return to modern times.

A bird fairy looked at the white pigeon's determined and indomitable appearance, and loved this little girl for three points more in his heart.

In fact, because of the mistake of summoning at the beginning, for this ordinary girl, Yiqi Daxian felt very desperate in his heart, and he was overwhelmed by the fate that could not escape, and the fear that would bring everything into darkness also eroded his heart all the time.

Despite this, he still kept quietly watching her in places that Bai Ge couldn't imagine, until Bai Ge asked the village craftsmen to make the first mahjong, and his heart, or the hearts of the entire mahjong world, began to rekindle the flame of hope in his heart.

They watched the white pigeon change from an immature child to a guest in a dreamhouse, watched her escape from the black fox village, and watched her fall into danger again and again.

Helplessly, the rules of the human world and the fairy world, now they have no way to break it. They can't give the white pigeon any help, and they can't give themselves any help.

If it weren't for the accidental death of the white pigeon this time, as a sparrow, it would have taken him thousands of years of cultivation to drag the soul of the white pigeon to the vast realm in front of the gate of this underworld for a moment, otherwise they would not have been able to contact the white pigeon at all.

The grandmasters of the mahjong world combined the strength of several people and spent a hundred years of cultivation to condense a drop of the water of the Sparrow Spirit to give to the white pigeon, which was the greatest help they could give her now.

The road in the future still needs to be walked by the white pigeon itself.

According to the calculations of the master of a bird, it will take at least ten years for the white dove to complete the construction of the statue of the bird god in the world.

To resurrect himself in this lonely world, the white dove did not want to return to loneliness.

But the word "home" is too heavy, and going home is the driving force that provokes her to be reborn, even if the front is full of thorns, even if the wind and clouds ahead. She is drenched in blood, overcoming thorns and thorns, and she has to cut a way home.

Her parents, who are far away in the dark in modern times, are still her biggest weakness, or reverse scales.

Master Yique looked at the white dove lovingly. "Little girl, I have just said the conditions, you just need to play mahjong well, and when the statue of the Sparrow God is filled with the power of the Sparrow Spirit, you and I will be able to meet again. ”

"The Idol of the Sparrow, the Power of the Sparrow, what is that?" the White Dove had never heard of these words.

"The Bird God is like a mechanism that opens the world and the place where I live. When you popularize the mahjong culture in the world, the power of the finch spirit will slowly gather on the top of your head to construct the statue of the finch god. ”

"Then how do you get the power of the Sparrow?" the white dove entered the studious baby mode and hurriedly asked.

After all, if you want to ask in the future, you won't have a chance.

"Whenever someone relies on the right way to clear the hand, it will condense into a trace of the power of the spirit and gather it into the idol on your head. Of course, if you win, the power of the Sparrow will increase exponentially, so you have to work hard. The fairy said slowly to the white pigeon, and the atomized hand slowly stroked the white pigeon's head.

Yifinch Daxian said with some reluctance, "My time is running out, little girl, you must remember that you are carrying the last hope of our mahjong world." I must see you again!"

After saying this, the mist that turned into a sparrow fairy slowly condensed, and the white dove saw that the sparrow fairy slowly turned into a dense fog, and the fog slowly converged and condensed, and finally turned into a drop of water.

The crystal clear water droplets hung in the air, slowly rising to the center of the white pigeon's eyebrows, and disappeared into the white pigeon's eyebrows in the blink of an eye.

The white dove only felt a chill like ice in his eyebrows, and his soul felt dizzy.

In an instant, as if a golden light flashed in his mind, the water droplets traveled through the white pigeon's brain at a very fast and slow speed, and the white pigeon watched the mahjong pass in front of him quickly and slowly with the water droplets, as if he saw thousands of mahjong gathering and worshipping, and seemed to see all the mahjong talking to her, and she actually felt the emotions from the mahjong.

Back and forth, the water droplet finally slowly returned to the center of the white pigeon's eyebrows, and finally seeped out from the forehead, glowing with golden light, becoming a golden droplet.

In the end, it was finally imprinted on the eyebrows of the white dove, and then faded away, as if it had never existed.

As the imprint of the water droplets disappeared, the white dove felt as if it had been crushed all over her body, and the pain brought her back to the world.

The white pigeon struggled to open his eyes, and into the gray sky, and Li Yunchang's bloodshot eyes, which were full of sadness but instantly full of disbelief.

Li Yunchang stared at the white pigeon, his eyes were full of shock, a few hours ago, the white pigeon was obviously out of breath, there was no pulse, and his body was cold, he had just recovered some internal strength, and was about to collect her body, why did she suddenly open her eyes?

For the first time in his life, someone cheated the corpse in front of him, and the loss was that he had a good quality in his heart, otherwise he might just come to send the white pigeon to the sky again.

The white pigeon knew that she had been resurrected, and when she saw Li Yunchang's juggling expression, she couldn't help laughing in her heart, but she really didn't have the strength to laugh at Li Yunchang's iceberg face in front of her.

Because of the sharp pain from the chest that fell from a high place, she couldn't even make a sound, as if ten large trucks were pressing through her chest, and the white pigeon felt that the area below her chest was completely unconscious.

The white pigeon moved his fingers with all his might, wanting to touch the painful chest, and I don't know if this chest is broken, and it won't be more peaceful than Princess Taiping in the future.

I should have expected that the resurrection would be no good, and this damn fairy didn't know how to take care of an immortal method and let me be resurrected with full blood on the spot.

Pity me for having just come back from the ghost gate, and I have to suffer the pain of a broken boulder in my chest, God, you have long eyes.

As soon as the four words of the Great Immortal flashed in his mind, the golden droplets hidden in the center of his eyebrows suddenly appeared in the center of his eyebrows and flashed, and even Li Yunchang didn't notice it at all.

I don't know what kind of artifact this golden drop is, and the white dove only feels that the pain on his body suddenly disappears.