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With Luoyan's mind at that time, she really couldn't understand that meditating every day was actually just one sentence: if you obey the divine monarch, you will be fine. Why do you need to write hundreds of books and 10,000 precepts? Because of Master's authority, she had to attend on time.

She was so sleepy that day that she was so sleepy that she seemed to be asleep, and she vaguely saw some fairies approaching.

"Hey, I've seen you." One of them squinted at each other and said coldly, "Aren't you the mortal on Immortal Feather Mountain?" ”

The fairy was just an ordinary face, with thin eyebrows, big eyes and red lips. In the eyes of the smoke, the fairy is nothing more than that, and I really can't remember where I have seen her. Apparently dissatisfied with Luo Yan's forgotten expression, she sneered and walked to the distance and sat down. The sisters who followed her naturally leaned over, bowed their heads and whispered, and kept glancing at the falling smoke.

Luo Yan sneered in her heart, that fairy probably thinks she is amazing, and anyone who has seen her should not forget it. And at this moment, she remembers the falling smoke, but the falling smoke can't recall, she has been hit. The scheming of these little fairies is not to be ignored by the smoke.

"Hello, my name is still, can I make a friend?" A woman's voice slowly entered her ears.

"Still?" Falling smoke looked up at the fairy. She has white skin and a thin body, a light green dress and red makeup, and she looks sweet. Luoyan was a little dazed in his heart. I don't know why I don't remember the figure, but the name touched her deeply.

"Hello, my name is ......" She couldn't remember her name for a while?

"Before my sister came to the Divine Monarch Palace, did she learn the Divine Transformation?" She smiled and sat down across from the smoke.

Luoyan nodded in response: "I've learned a little fur, and it's not likely to change anything." ”

As a god, he still has the skill to transform into a variety of things in the world. Luo Yan didn't know why he answered too modestly.

Still suddenly said loudly: "My sister will only become her lover?!" ”

Luoyan's face suddenly turned pale. The laughter of the surrounding fairies was so harsh.

"Linglan, her lover's name is ......"

Luoyan turned around and slapped the fairy behind him who was about to say more, and broke off the evil words. She couldn't understand why she was so angry. As if there is the most precious memory in her heart, it is her love, which cannot be excavated or insulted. The surrounding fairies swarmed up, punching and kicking, and fell heavily on her...... A sweet fishy smell welled up in the mouth, and red mucus flowed from the corners of the mouth.

How could she shed mortal blood? As a god, how could she not even be able to fight these powerless fairies? How could she be lying on the ground scarred? At the moment of life and death, she saw a white-clothed figure standing in the distance, which made her so nostalgic and heartbroken......

"Falling smoke!" Loud shout! A silver light penetrated his heart, and the smoke suddenly woke up.

It turned out to be just a dream, but it was so real that there was no escape. She still had half a wooden stool in her hand, and the entire school hall was already overturned, and the stumps were all over the floor. Several fairies in charge surrounded her, and it seemed that they had also competed, and they saw that their faces were ruddy and breathing. The timid hide in the corner and dare not squeak. And the old fairy girl who was teaching was looking at the Divine Monarch with a puzzled expression.

The Divine Monarch stared at Luoyan with a heavy face. Immortal Feather Divine Venerable stood beside him, also with a puzzled expression. It turned out that Shenjun and Xianyu were enjoying the flowers in the garden, and the little fairy came to report, saying that Luoyan was suddenly angry and made a big fuss in the school. Because she is a disciple of Wuyan, everyone is careful to deal with it, for fear of hurting her. Shenjun and Xianyu hurriedly arrived, and she was already in a state of madness. Shenjun's loud voice was poured into the airway to wake her up.

"So, it's a dream from a hundred years ago?" Shenjun asked suddenly.

"If I knew, how could it be so painful?" Luoyan said sadly, "You, the Lord of the Gods, can you tell me?" ”

She glanced at the Immortal Feather Divine Venerable, at this moment she felt that she had never been so sober, this temple that should not belong to her, why did she have so many crazy memories? She was physically and mentally tired, and he flashed over in time to hug the soft body that had fallen.

What is hidden in the heart, but it cannot be seen, what kind of pain should this be? And who she hides in her heart and who she wants to see, she has no way of knowing, what kind of tiredness is this?

Luoyan woke up but was lying on an extremely gorgeous big bed, not her Luohua Pavilion, not even the Heavenly Tilting Palace. The bed was just close to her body, so comfortable that a sense of familiarity shook her. The bed is made of carved mahogany, with a variety of colors and lifelike, and it is also embellished with precious jade, which is extremely luxurious and luxurious. A white light gauze curtain was dropped from the top of the temple. The most peculiar thing is that there is no wooden pavilion in the sky above the temple, but the sun, moon and stars that glow with a faint light. They orbit the light gauze tent, maintaining some kind of wonderful equilibrium. The pillows and bedding are made of ice silk, which is warm and comfortable, but light as nothing.

"Did I lie here?" She thought to herself, and then she felt like she was dreaming again.

She knows that her memory is not good, she often suffers from headaches, and her heart burns like fire from time to time, and she hallucinates. Every now and then, Master would weave sweet dreams for her to sleep quietly and wake up with no memory. She calls herself "crazy". At this time, the master did not know where he was.

She was depressed when a dark shadow suddenly appeared above the curtain.

"Jiang Li!" She almost jumped. She hadn't seen him since the last time the gods were fighting. According to her ability to remember, it is easy to forget a face and a name. Miraculously, why did she remember him?

Jiang Li also seemed taken aback, and then showed a prodigal smile. He tried to speak, but he couldn't, and disappeared into the starry background of the tent in an instant.

"Are you alright?" With a whisper, Shenjun stood in front of the bed in a white shirt, his expression slightly complicated. Falling smoke was powerless to answer, so he could only smile in return.

Shenjun stretched out his hand and stayed above her forehead. Her body and mind were suddenly immersed in a warm current, and the pressure and pain in her heart slowly evacuated.

"Did I see you a hundred years ago?" Picking up some strength, the smoke asked softly. At this point, there was no image in her mind except pain. But the sense of familiarity lingers faintly in my heart.

"The immortal god can't keep all the memories." Shenjun thought for a moment and calmly returned to her.

"I'm crazy." She laughed at herself, "Hallucinations are common. ”

Shenjun's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly took her hand, and the aura of affinity flowed down her wrist through every vein. Although Luo Yan did not know his intentions, he was very familiar with his breath: the breath of a god, the breath of a king. And this familiarity surprised her.

"Don't bother with it." Wuyan suddenly appeared, and a divine light couldn't help but flick away the divine monarch and gently shook her hand.

Shenjun said calmly: "Luoyan is unwell in the school today, so I specially brought her here to rest." ”

"Thank you, God-kun." As he spoke, Wuyan flashed to the side of the bed and carefully observed the smoke.

Luo Yan smiled slightly and whispered, "Master, I'm fine." ”

"Let's take our leave." Wuyan picked her up and wanted to leave. The Divine Monarch made a gesture of "please" and stopped speaking.

Falling smoke returned to Luohua Pavilion, it was another beautiful dream: the peach forest opened in March, the sky was full of kites, and songs and laughter were sprinkled all over the ground...... The flowers are blooming in the dream, and the dream trauma song is impossible to remember.

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