Half a month later, the immortal pawnshop

"Tremella, I'm full."

Dawn sat at the table outside, with two plates of small snacks in front of him, all of which were very delicate and delicious. Dawn woke up early in the morning five days ago, and she had done nothing because of her weakness in the past few days, only eating and drinking, and was very leisurely.

Tremella stood aside, and when she heard this, she stepped forward and took the half of the mung bean cake in Dawn's hand and stuffed it into her mouth very naturally.

"If you can't eat it, you won't eat it."

He said something vaguely, and then took out a handkerchief and handed it to Dawn to wipe his hands. Tremella understands her temperament, and her appetite is small, and she often shouts about where to eat here, but she can't finish it. She felt distressed about the rest of the things, although Tremella felt that Dawn had lost the face of the monster like this, but every time she was willing to make a 'swill bucket'

"Thank you Tremella, Tremella is amazing!"

Dawn twisted his body and turned his head to look at the man behind him, showing a sweet smile and unhesitant praise.

“……”

The white fungus chewed on a piece of cloud cake in her mouth, and almost choked and rolled her eyes at the dawn. He doesn't like sweets, but almost all of these small snacks in Shanghai are sweet and soft and glutinous, and he never enjoys eating them.

Dawn also knew that Tremella was probably reluctant to eat sweets, but she estimated that she had lived too long and would always have some bad tastes towards Tremella, such as liking to pinch the cat ears on the top of his head, or watching him look bitter and hateful when he ate sweets...... It's very happy to look at it.,Obviously looks cold and pressing.,But the temperament is stupid and cute.,Maybe that's why I like to tease him.。

Dawn propped his head and thought about it, but he didn't stop in his hand, and gave the white fungus a cup of hot tea to relieve his greasy. The two were laughing when a bell rang out.

"Suzu...... Bell bell ......"

The grudge bell is ringing!

Dawn turned his head and saw the man outside the threshold. Today is a rare good day, and now it is the afternoon, and the sun is shining in the sun. The man stood at the door, with a large warm sun behind him, but the man couldn't see a trace of warmth around him, and there was even some black mist lingering, which made it difficult to see.

The man was wearing a black gown, a black top hat on his head, the brim of the hat was extremely low, and he couldn't see his face clearly, and he stood outside the door without saying a word, and he felt depressed when he looked at it.

"Sir, please come in!"

Dawn motioned for the man to come in, and after speaking, he took the lead in getting up and walked indoors, and sat on the small collapse as usual, with his arms folded on the table in front of the collapse, his back straight, and a pair of eyes looked at the strange man who was walking over, but he looked like a serious shopkeeper.

The man sat across the table from Dawn, took off the hat on his head and put it on his left knee when he sat down, and the civilization stick he was holding in his right hand was also placed on the side of the table on the left side of the table, and after doing all this, the man looked up at Dawn.

It's good-looking, but it's a pity that he's a cripple. Dawn only glanced at the man, and felt a little sorry in his heart.

The man looks very eye-catching, the eyebrows are glossy, the eyebrows are neat and tidy like a string moon, the eyebrows and eyes are closer, and a pair of eyes are more profound, and the eyes are like stars but they are not extremely rounded, but they are a little narrow and long, so they have a sense of seriousness. With a hanging nose and dark lips, such a look should have been restrained and deep, but because of his dress, he was a little bookish, and the whole person was like a good fox. Thinking like this, Dawn felt a little funny, but such a strange description was the most appropriate for that man.

Dawn has lived for two thousand years, and she has even met such a stunning beauty as Qingxin, but she has to admit that the man in front of her is indeed very attractive. It's a pity that such a person is a cripple. I saw him come in with a civilized stick before, and he thought he was learning the style of a Western gentleman, but when he walked in, he found that his right leg was a little disabled, and he was limping when he walked, which broke most of his temperament. It seems that the way of heaven is fair, there are gains and losses, and that's probably it.

"What do you call him?"

Dawn looked at the man's still silent appearance, and there were some doubts in his heart that this person was not a dumb person? In line with the businessman's consideration for the customer, she opened her mouth to inquire first.

"Cen Xijuan"

The man opened his mouth slightly, his expression was very cold, and he did not have half an emotional fluctuation because of the bewildering face of the dawn.

The sound is also good, but the person is a little colder. Dawn was still commenting on this strange guest in his heart, but the man took the initiative to speak.

"Can you bring the dead back to life?"

When the man said this, his eyes showed some eagerness and anticipation. Dawn didn't answer immediately, but it was a little funny in my heart, I met a like-minded person with her?

"You used evil magic to nourish her soul?"

Hearing him ask this question, Dawn realized what the black mist on his body was that she was looking at just now.

According to common sense, when a mortal dies, there is a messenger from the underworld to hook the soul, and the soul can no longer be resurrected after leaving the body, and only reincarnation can return to the world. However, in ancient times, there was a demon Taoist cultivation forbidden technique, which used the soul of the living to feed the three souls and seven spirits of the dead, so that it was contaminated with the breath of the living and could not enter the underworld to reincarnate, and could only be attached to the spiritual weapon and wandered in the world.

Although this method is not very complicated, it is rarely used, because the resurrection of the dead is an illusory thing, and this method to force the dead to be left in the living, at least the loss of life, the heavy loss of soul, not into reincarnation. It would be foolish to fight for an almost impossible outcome at such a cost.

Dawn always thought that she was the only one who was so stupid, but now there is one more.

"Hmm."

The man didn't hear Dawn's answer, and the hope in his eyes retreated, and he had a lukewarm attitude.

"It is impossible to come back from the dead to be born as a mortal."

Dawn didn't tell him the method he used, after all, Cen Xijun was a mortal, and it was better to ask him to take people's souls and refine souls, so it was better to ask him to wait for the dead man to be reincarnated!

"You can't keep her for much longer."

Dawn paused, then said something more. Judging from the breath on Cen Xi's body, his soul was seriously damaged, and he was almost unable to support the dead man, if it weren't for the obsession in his heart to support it, I am afraid that the soul of the dead man would have dissipated long ago.

Although this forbidden technique can keep people for a while, it cannot last forever. At the beginning, Dawn also thought about using this method, but Qingxin didn't even have three souls and seven spirits, and only a wisp of divine consciousness remained in the world, so he couldn't use this method at all. Now looking at Cen Ximian, she felt a sense of sympathy in her heart, and couldn't help but remind him.

"I know, please, please save her."

Cen Xi's eyes were lowered and his brows were furrowed, his right hand was covered with his heart and rubbed as he spoke, and he couldn't bear the choking sound when he spoke, and when he raised his head and pleaded, his eyes were already red, and his tears were unbearable.

In the thirty years that Cen Xijun lived, he begged only a handful of times, and now he has never begged for such a humble plea. But he's afraid! I'm afraid I won't be able to keep her anymore.