The gray air currents in the chaotic space floated, and a man in red sat in the entangled mist. The black and silky strands of hair were scattered and the ends of the hair were sunk into the thick mist.

This is a very beautiful man, with long and narrow eyelashes half-hanging, but he can't cover a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, and his sexy thin lips are pursed into a straight line.

After a long time, he narrowed his eyes and waved his palm.

Hearing the chaos change color, the spiritual power in the space suddenly rolled up, he took out a jade slip from the flying robe, threw it down, and the next moment his body had turned into a beard.

The air flow is still scurrying wildly, the white mist is rising, and the chaotic qi qi qi is quietly changing...

At this moment, a white light flashed, and the fog in front of him slowly dispersed, and a figure appeared in the void.

After the figure solidified into a human form, it came out of the fog, and it was Fuxi who had turned into a Dao Immortal.

After spending her life peacefully on the previous interface, Fu Xi withdrew her soul and returned to her original body.

She returned to the space at this moment, feeling more abundant spiritual power in the chaos, but she paused, frowned, raised her hand to grasp the void, opened her palm, and saw a crystal clear jade slip lying in the palm of her hand.

She pressed the jade slip against her full forehead and closed her eyes.

After a long time, she opened her eyes and evoked a wry smile.

"Little belly... Are you gone? ”

She looked at the space that was already beginning to come to life, which meant that the field she had opened up had been upgraded.

"Xiaoyu, this ...... Is that what you give me in return? ”

She muttered to herself, rubbing the jade slip in her hand repeatedly with her fingers, for a long time, and sighed faintly

"That's it, now that you have been transformed, you have your own thoughts, and you have what you want to do, I can't stop anything more, I just hope you will be well from now on..."

Fu Xi exerted a little force, and the jade slip in his hand immediately turned into dust.

The space slowly distorted, a water mirror emerged, and a dull yellow piece of paper quietly appeared.

At the moment when Fuxi's fingertips touched the piece of paper, I saw that the light around his body was flourishing, and the overwhelming spirit was surging towards Fuxi, such a strong spiritual power actually made Fuxi, who had already soared to a Dao immortal, feel a little pain, and the airflow around his body ran for a small Zhou Tian before it stabilized.

It was only after the spirit had been fully absorbed by Fuxi that she noticed the contents of the piece of paper, and her brow furrowed

"This mission ......"

……

With the fusion of the soul and **, Fuxi had already reached the next interface when she regained consciousness, and she had not yet had time to digest the memories of the original owner, and the fatigue of this body made her a little unbearable.

"Little Xi'er endure it any longer, through this large area of reeds, we will go to find something to eat." The immature boy's voice came, but with a hint of hoarseness that did not fit his age.

Ji Fuxi found that her little hand was firmly locked by another slightly larger hand, and when she looked up along her arm, she could clearly see the face of the little boy, with long feather eyelashes half-tucked, and her covered ink-colored eyes shimmered with light that rejected people thousands of miles away, but her gaze at herself had an unconcealable soft color, and under the high and narrow bridge of her nose were tightly pursed lips. The headband had long been loose, and a few strands of ink hair were loosely hanging down a little wolf.

Abundant...... Speechless?

Ji Fuxi's snow-like face was a little pale, and the fingers that were held couldn't help but tremble.

"What's wrong? Still thinking about that day? The little boy stopped, turned and looked down at the little girl beside him, his dark eyes with obvious worry

"Don't be afraid, little Xi'er, you have a brother who speaks!"

Ji Fuxi didn't speak, just bit her lip and digested the memories in her mind.

In such a world of cultivation where monks are respected, she and Yin Wuyan were originally descendants of the Xiuzhen family, but their childhood, which should have been carefree, had to go to the road of wandering due to the revenge of the enemy.

Just half a month ago, the Yin and Ji families were tragically destroyed, except for her and Ji Wuyan who were forcibly sent out by the head of the Ji family with a hidden charm and escaped a catastrophe, none of the two families survived.

The body and soul of the previous life were scattered, and the host's mental power was not good, and even the memory became fragmented, and the fragments that flashed in his mind told him that he was the little boy in front of him, and it was he who made his soul fly away with a sword ten years later.

She can't describe the feelings of this body for this little boy at this moment, and the companionship of her childhood made her rely on him deeply, but the scene ten years later made her afraid of him from the bottom of her heart.

Fu Xi has no complete memory, she doesn't know what will happen after this, and how she and Yin Wuyan ended up killing each other in the end, but she doesn't simply hate him, on the contrary, it is more of nostalgia and reluctance, such extreme contradictory emotions are surging like a flood beast, stirring her mind with a burst of pain, and her little face is pale.

"Xiao Xi'er, why is your face so bad? Is there something uncomfortable about my brother? There was a hint of panic in the young man's pretended calm tone, he bent down slightly, straightened the girl's shoulder blades and looked at it, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Yin Wuyan's eyes were too clear and gentle, like a pool of clear water washing the wound that Ji Fuxi hid in the depths of her heart, Fuxi didn't know how to face the young man in front of her, she didn't dare to look at her, so she had to hang her head and stare at her toes crampedly.

After several days of traveling day and night, both of them were very tired. Covered in ashes, his robe was messy, and the embroidered shoe on Ji Fuxi's right foot was even more torn, revealing her round toes.

Yin Wuyan saw it in his eyes, his hand holding Fuxi tightened, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a line.

Feeling Yin Wuyan's gaze at her, Ji Fuxi was very embarrassed, and she shrunk her exposed toes a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Yin Wuyan had to sigh softly, stretched out his hand and touched the top of the girl's soft hair repeatedly, and then turned around and squatted down with her back

"Come, Brother Yan will carry you away."

Regardless of Ji Fuxi's reaction, her arms wrapped around the person backwards, her palms held up her soft little buttocks, and when she moved forward, Ji Fuxi stumbled unexpectedly, and her body lay on Yin Wuyan's back.

"I ......" Ji Fuxi turned red and blushed, and before she could say anything to refuse, she was interrupted by Yin Wuyan's somewhat playful voice

"It turns out that Xiao Xi'er wants to be lazy and let Brother Yan carry you!"

"I ...... I didn't ......" Ji Fuxi struggled, her palms resting on his emaciated back to prop herself up, and she was about to stand up.

"Well, don't move!" Yin Wuyan tilted his head slightly, and his voice was as soft as a spring breeze in March. He patted Ji Fuxi's little buttocks and motioned for her to be quiet. Feeling the movement of the person on his back stagnate, he tightened his arms and got up and took a step.

Ji Fuxi stiffened, and the arm that was across Yin Wuyan's back and his chest never let go.

Yin Wuyan wrapped one hand around the person on his back, and held a slender bamboo pole in the other, brushing aside the chaotic reeds, walking on the muddy depression with one foot deep and one foot shallow, his boots were already stained with black and yellow soil, and the mud splashed on his half-tied trousers, it was hard to imagine that a few days ago he was still the pampered son of the Yin family. Because both of them have been marked by the enemy, once they use spiritual power, they will be tracked, and they have to disguise themselves as wanderers in the mortal world in order to avoid people's eyes.

Ji Fuxi lay on Yin Wuyan's back, watching him carefully remove every reed pole for himself that might scratch himself, from the day the two of them were wiped out, Yin Wuyan seemed to have grown up overnight, he gave himself endless love like a big brother. With Yin Wuyan's movement of waving the bamboo pole, Ji Fuxi couldn't help but look at the back of his right hand, and a large purple-red bruise jumped into her eyes like this, which was the scar left by a little beggar fighting for half a steamed bun two days ago.

Obviously, it was the steamed buns he grabbed with great effort, but in the end, he stuffed them all to himself.

Ji Fuxi felt that her nose was inexplicably sour.

Yin Wuyan's footsteps paused, his beautiful fingertips moved slightly, tightened the person on his body, and looked up at the mountains not far away, the sunlight refracted a dazzling white light, making his eyes squint slightly, and the long and dense eyelashes cast a half-moon-shaped shadow, making people unable to see the look under his eyes

"Did you see the mountain in front of you? The Mixed Yuan Sect is there, as long as we walk for a few more days, we can get there, and when we find Grandpa Liang, we will be able to avenge the family! ”

The little boy's slightly raised tone pulled Ji Fuxi's thoughts back, and she also raised her little face, and the dazzling sunlight made her pupils tingle slightly. Stretching out her little hand to cover her eyes and parting her fingers, Ji Fuxi looked curiously at the proud mountain peaks in the distance.

"It's coming soon! Little fool, don't cry your nose at this time! ”

"Words...... Brother," Ji Fuxi lowered her voice and called softly, burying her head in his not wide back, her small hands tugging at his robe, greedily sucking in the familiar breath of his body.

At this moment, she no longer thought about the fragmented memories of her previous life, she just wanted to follow her heart and rely on him wholeheartedly.

Sensing the movements of the person on his back, Yin Wuyan's eyes curved slightly, and a shallow smile slowly spread along the curvature of his lips.

And on the Qinling Mountain in the north, an old man in a white robe slowly opened his eyes, he slapped the case, shook the dust in his hand, twisted his beard with an angry expression, crushed the jade slip in his hand, and his body turned into a streamer.