Ling Ye himself looked around, froze at the last moment of stillness he had seen, carefully observed it for a long time, and then, snapping his fingers, the scene began to continue to run.

Shot into his body by the silver light, the young man in the green shirt suddenly froze, his originally tearful eyes instantly lost his business, and when he was about to turn over, an unknown existence took over his body, with a magnetic, clean hoarse voice coming out of the young man's mouth:

"Old fellow, why should you get in the way if you know of our existence, if you go back to your broken bead at once, and go to sleep obediently, I can still act as if nothing happened. ”

At the same time, his eyes contained strange and inquisitive colors, and he looked at the spirit in front of him.

"Joke, it's just a dog, and you dare to bark here!"

At the beginning of the speech, Ling Lao's hand that had not been put down clenched slightly, and then tugged.

"You-"

Immediately, a faint gray mist was born from the young man's chest, and was tightly entangled by a fine net woven of silver wire, and was pulling outward, seeing that the mist was surging and tumbling to no avail, but he saw that there was a black light that flashed and disappeared, and the silver light suddenly collapsed, and the mist re-penetrated into the young man's flesh, and the voice was still angry, and he said slightly sharply,

"Old fellow, I still underestimate you, you really can't understand the methods of our clan like this, it's really not simple. ”

After quietly observing this scene, Ling Lao's face could not hide a bit of complexity, and he sighed in his mouth:

"Well, after all, it is so, that I have not really come into contact with it for a thousand years, and now, for this rebel, I have to learn something. ”

Listening to these decisive remarks, seeing that its change was a silver light that condensed to the extreme, it was suddenly approaching, and the existence occupying the young man's body stood in place, his nasal voice trembled lightly, and he snorted coldly:

"It looks like you've really caught a big fish, senior, borrow your soul core!"

As soon as the young man's hand was raised, his index finger pointed away, and the mist between his fingers lingered, and the gray granular tiny crystals could be vaguely seen in the fog, and the mist changed shape, and was stretching into a delicate cover, about to encircle the silver mang.

The silver mang didn't mean to dodge at all, it hit the gray cover directly, and when it was about to touch it, it suddenly became illusory and transparent, penetrating the dome without pause, as well as the young man's palm, and then entered the young man's heart.

He finally felt a little frightened, and his magnetic voice was much weaker:

"Impossible! Who are you sacred?"

However, with the time to say a word, he gradually lost even the residual power to control the attached body, and the boy's center of gravity was unstable and he was falling.

At this moment, a looming green wind came, and he saw that he had reached the mouth and nose of the living dead, and was about to continue to drill into the part where the young man's brain was located.

"Get out!"

First, with a tight voice with murderous intent, he roared a word rather hoarsely, and controlled the young man to change the direction of his body to fall, trying to dodge the wind blade attack.

"Be honest. ”

Then, an old voice sounded, and the young man's eyes suddenly became crystal clear and clear, and he glared at the cyan wind blade.

The wind blade froze in mid-air, and when it slowly dissipated, a faint invisible thought drilled along a wisp of mental connection, and in an instant, the old Taoist priest who was hiding far away sprayed several essence blood in a row, and then, the dull and suppressed coughing sound kept ringing.

Half an hour passed, and the young man, who had already fallen to the ground, and his muscles twitched from time to time, suddenly a hoarse and even worse voice came out of his heart:

"Old fellow, don't deceive people too much!"

"Take it out, I'll see how many more times you can use it. ”

Old, steady words spat out of the boy's mouth.

"Crazy! Bastard! Big deal I'll drag you to death!"

Ta's voice regained a slight magnetism, mixed with a strong sense of unwillingness.

Then, a spiritual light shot out from the young man's heart, and a young girl's figure appeared in mid-air, with hazy wetness and gloom in her eyes, and shouted sharply:

"Don't kill him!"

Suddenly, darkness descended, enveloping almost everything.

Only in the void, near the young man who stood up slowly, was different, a rich silver light bloomed from his body, shining three feet around him, and kept it from being completely engulfed by the darkness.

Where the darkness and the silver light met, it was like boiling water, and the two diametrically opposed colors tumbled violently, becoming more and more intense, and the invisible boundaries of the shape of the sphere were constantly pouring back and forth.

But Elder Ling didn't pay any attention to this, his gaze stared through the two parties that were in a state of tug-of-war, and he stared towards a place in the chaos, frowning, and not saying a word.

A blood-clothed girl suddenly appeared, clearly wrapped in the extremely dark world, but her figure was clear and abnormal, I saw her stepping into the silver light without looking, and smiled at the old man:

"How's it going? Everyone is drunk, but you're awake alone, how does it feel?"

Elder Ling withdrew his gaze, fell silent for a moment, and sighed softly, his words unknown.

The next moment, the silver light faded, and the darkness drowned everything.

......

No more images.

Ling Ye's consciousness returned to the imaginary street in his mind.

Seeing the young man open his eyes, Xinwen grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked:

"How's it going? Am I a bad person?"

Hearing such a naïve question, Ling Ye couldn't help but laugh:

"My senior sister, how can you ask others if you are a bad person? Do you think you have done anything bad?"

The girl frowned, and said a little hesitantly:

"I ...... When I was a child, I was so hungry, and my aunt next door always steamed steamed buns at home......

"No, I also stole Aunt Zhang's money with Zhang Ning...... subconsciously touched her head with one hand, Ling Ye smiled, and said slowly, "You don't like to hurt others, do you?"

"The one named Sun Cong, I want to kill him, and, it seems to be really ......"

The girl retorted again very seriously.

"That's not counting, he made the first move, we are just defending ourselves, he is still locked in the tower, jumping around. ”

Ling Ye simply blocked the girl's lips with one hand, and his tone was completely gentle, and said, "Okay, let's continue, let me see how many steamed buns you stole when you were a child." ”

Midnight began to play with the bubbles around the girl in her arms.

As time passed, he was combing through the memories of the old things starting with the newly generated bubbles, and revisiting the common experience of the girl and him, and everything went well.

Until, I met the blanks, which were some complete blanks, they were bright on the surface, but there was no memory on the inside.

And, to his horror, these bubbles all converged before the same time period.

It was the moment he met her, and before that, the girl's memory was essentially a whole piece of nothingness.

Ling Ye was a little unbelieving, and kept repeating the Heavenly Demon Technique, but the situation did not change.

He was completely stunned......

"What's wrong?"

Xinwen asked.

"What do you think?"

After coming to his senses, Ling Ye thought about what to do, and asked casually.

"There's a lot of gaps and cover-ups, especially ...... Very early years. Xinwen's expression was strange, and she looked at him softly, "I didn't go deeper." ”

He furrowed his brow slightly, and did not say anything.

It was dull for a while, until the girls who were in a daze noticed the abnormality, and Ling Ye raised his head again and smiled:

"That is indeed my little secret, and no one else knows about it anymore. Okay, it's time to go out, I'll go report back to the teacher. ”

......

Inside the Qiankun beads.

Only then did he come back to his senses, and a question came from behind Ling Ye:

"How?"

Ling Ye immediately replied:

"It's okay, as she said, her parents died when she was born, and then she was adopted by people in a small town and grew up eating hundreds of family meals. Until he met me, the unlucky bastard, he died. As for how to escape, that part of the memory does not exist. ”

Seeing that she was unconscious, and in turn concerned about his expression, Ling Ye naturally smiled back.

The gaze behind him examined him for half a second, and said lightly: