Chapter 8 Encounter is fate
Last night
The rain was pouring down, and a few lightning flashes flashed in the sky from time to time.
Yulin stood in front of the square wooden window with his hands behind his back, looking at the heavy rain outside, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a long time, he lit the lamp and closed the window.
The woman in white lay on the beams of the wooden house with her head on her hands.
Yulin turned around and saw the woman in white on the beam, clasped her hands into fists, bent down and saluted, and said, "How can Shizun have time to come here." ”
"Something. You take in an apprentice, this person has amnesia and forgets everything about this world, and you popularize science for her.
She has a disaster tomorrow, and she has my lotus pendant around her neck. The voice was as calm as ever, like a robot, without the slightest emotion.
Yulin nodded, and did not ask if the qualifications of the person receiving it were good.
"Got it. Master's hair was much whiter again. ”
"Hmm. And how long. ”
"Up to five years." Yulin said with a bitter smile.
"Is it worth it?" The woman in white jumped down from the beam of the room and stared at Yulin and asked.
"It's worth it, even if there's a glimmer of hope. I'm going to try it too. ”
"Silly." The woman in white muttered.
She didn't know if she was talking about herself or if she was talking about Yulin.
A white light flashed under the feet of the woman in white, and the whole person disappeared from the spot.
Yulin took off the wine gourd he was wearing and poured a large amount into his mouth. A tear slipped from the corner of his eye and fell to the ground.
If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place.
If he had turned back and they hadn't passed by, if he had been braver, would the result have been different?
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Back in his room, Laneige opened the cabinet at the foot of the bed and began to choose fabrics.
Heavenly silk brocade, good-looking is good-looking, not durable, and the master will burn to ashes with a fireball.
The flower season is endless, ugly, and does not conform to the temperament of the senior sister.
Black and white brocade. This is OK, the main body is set to black and red, and the skirt is embellished with white plum blossoms, which is also comfortable to wear. Durable, at least the master has to use ten fireballs to burn to ashes and be invulnerable.
If a normal immortal cultivator was beside him, and he saw the cloth that Laneige disliked, he would definitely be in pain and call it a waste.
Tian silk brocade, good cloth. With the essence of the moon, weaving grass, the lotus of the heart of heaven... It takes a lot of mental power to slowly weave when thrown into the refining furnace, which has the effect of condensing and calming the mind. She has a gorgeous appearance and is a favorite of female nuns.
The flower season is continuous, and it is made of six-star eyebrow snake snake skin as the main material. The defense is very strong, and it is the favorite of male cultivators.
Cloth also has grades, for: mortal, immortal, superb, heavenly, holy, divine, tearful, supreme, psychic.
Open the drawer (drawer) under the cabinet and take out the sun and moon double needles and the heavenly purity thread.
Laneige closed his eyes and spread his senses. The hands kept changing, forming a complex spiritual seal, and began to make clothes.
On the other side, Su Yin followed Yulin to the wooden house.
Five wooden houses lined up in front of Su Yin's eyes.
There is a large willow tree in front of the five huts on the far right, with long and thin branches hanging down.
"The largest cabin is the main hall, and the one to its right is the kitchen.
The wooden house to the right of the kitchen is Laneige's room, and my room is next to Laneige.
Your room is on the left side of the main hall.
I'll boil the water for you, and you'll wash up later. There are steamed buns on the kitchen table, and you can eat them when you are hungry. After Yulin's intimate advice, he went to the kitchen to boil water.
Su Yin's stomach was empty, and he couldn't stand the hunger.
I went to the kitchen to get the steamed buns and ate them in small bites, and then choked.
Her face flushed, and she slapped her chest to swallow.
I constantly regret it in my heart.
But there's still a hint of weirdness.
I'm obviously chewing and eating slowly!!
How can you choke?