"So...... Enron is also an immortal? ”

"Yes—I can't imagine such a precious immortal body...... There were two people in the white sea, strange talk, strange talk! Li Shan Daoren raised his hand and poured a cup of tea, pretending to be surprised.

"How can I verify who is the real reincarnation of the god of flowers, me or her?" She wanted to know the answer, and for the first time, she realized that she still had some attachment to this deceitful love.

"The god of flowers died in the White Sea back then, and it is not impossible for one or two souls to be contaminated by mortals and reincarnated, do you want to verify it...... There's a way, but it's a bit dangerous......"

"Whatever it is, I'm willing to give it a try."

【Gan's Taoism】

Bai Sushu left the Taoist temple alone, and Yan Ping, the master of the temple, used his cultivation to guarantee that An Ran was a genuine immortal, and Bai Sushu had no intention of listening to it anymore.

"Where?" Yan Sheng stopped her.

"Looking for Shi Yu, she has been in a bad state recently, and I don't worry." But before she could take a few steps, An Ran followed her, looking at a loss, "Classmate Bai, I, can I go with you?" ”

After all, the other party was a senior sister, Bai Sushu did not refuse, and asked Yan Sheng and the Taoist elders to discuss countermeasures by themselves, and he and An Ran went down the mountain gate together.

From time to time, squirrels and hares pass through the forest, but the sun sets, and the path halfway up the mountain is sparsely populated, and it looks even more desolate when it gets dark.

"Classmate Bai and Xia Shiyu are very good, they care about her so much." An Ran, who had left the Taoist temple, seemed to be a lot more relaxed, and he no longer stuttered when he spoke.

"Well, we grew up together, and senior sister should have a lot of good friends." Bai Sushu felt that she was weak in literature, and she should also be the kind of person who was easily accepted by girls.

"Me...... It's some friends. ”

Bai Sushu felt a chill behind her, and before she could turn around, the silver chain was wrapped around her waist-

"Ahh With an exclamation, An Ran's front was empty.

"Alas...... It's a pity, it's just a little bit. An Ran retracted his hand in a daze, and a cloud of green mist appeared on the sheep intestine path more than ten meters away, and Zuo Yu walked out with Bai Sushu in his arms.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Zuo Yu's eyes showed a cold light, and the chains on his wrists were cast into a shield, protecting him and Bai Sushu in front of him.

'Enron' took off his glasses and threw them into the mountain stream at random, transforming from a well-behaved and quiet schoolgirl into a girl in a black dress.

The Dream Eater stretched his waist, he let Zuo Yu go with a thought, who knew that the other party would eventually become Yan Jun under the Ghost King, "Get in the way, you should have scattered your soul in the first place." ”

"You...... Is it a youkai? Bai Sushu couldn't be surprised, and vaguely sensed that the other party was coming for Xia Shiyu, and urged Zuo Yu, "Take me to Shiyu!" ”

"I'm afraid it's too late~" The Dream Eater laughed, Mu Liangqi, Mu Liangqi, this time, you have to make a big fuss, don't let down the game we have been doing for so long.

【Robin's Cafe Secret Room】

"Spells only work on true gods, and if you're reincarnated as a flower god, you'll understand what I'm talking about—"

"Do you want me to read this myself?" On a piece of yellowed rice paper, the red handwriting looks particularly strange.

Without hesitation, Xia Shiyu moved the contents of the paper, but vaguely felt familiar - she didn't know, this was the second time she had pronounced this spell.

The last time was when she sacrificed her body to quell the war of gods and demons.

The forbidden spell [Nine Grievances] needs to be at the cost of the lives of the gods, and it cannot be cast without divine power, and the spell caster is doomed to a dead end.

With the spell, the fragments of the picture in the brain gradually connected into a line, the dusty memories were opened, and the nostalgia, grievances, and unwillingness of the past came over like a tide.

"I'm ...... Thousand Wattles. ”