She wanted to kick her head as a ball and hit the tofu, just to die quickly.

"Heh......"

Xiao Chan's chuckle came from the space, and the breeze was warm and warm.

She seemed to be in a good mood.

Xiao Chanhuan thought in surprise.

How so?

Isn't she angry? The question she just asked had clearly crossed the line.

Facts have proved (the change of wind in the space) that Xiao Chanwan is indeed not angry, and her mind seems to be broader and more open-minded than Xiao Chanhuan imagined.

There seemed to be a kind of magic in her voice, although her voice was still ethereal, making it impossible to catch the trace, but the strange thing was that Xiao Chanhuan slowly calmed down in her chuckle.

"You don't have to be afraid, I know what you mean."

Xiao Chanhuan pricked up her ears, although Xiao Chanhuan said that she understood what she meant, she was still afraid that what she understood would deviate from the innocence she wanted to express.

"Although Ziwei Yuanjun killed me, I don't hate her. You may think I'm a hypocrite, but that's what I really think. ”

"Ziwei Yuanjun gave birth to me and raised me for hundreds of years, she has nothing to be sorry for me, it can even be said that she is very good to me, as a mother, she has always been very qualified, she has always been my pride, and she is the object that wants to catch up. The relationship between our mother and daughter has always been very good, and the hundreds of years, in retrospect, are all happy and warm, except for the last sword......"

Speaking of swords, Xiao Chanhuan knew that Xiao Chanwen recalled the most painful, helpless, and sad thing in her life...... That scene.

This scene was like a drop of cold sweat quietly sliding down from the corner of Xiao Chanhuan's forehead.

She resisted the urge to find a piece of tofu and crash to death, and her brain raced, wondering how to make up for her stupidity.

"Haha...... Ah, that, that ......" she swallowed, snorting, trying to get by, and added: "That, that, in fact, I didn't mean that." I, I just thought, huh...... Ask, just ask......"

It seems that the more you make up the picture, the darker it becomes, a taboo, no matter who mentions it or recalls it, the two of them are uncomfortable.

Xiao Chan's wife is sad because of her love; And Xiao Chanhuan is forced to "empathize" and face the fear of death, can she feel good? Definitely not!

In the white and empty space, there was a brief silence, and it was Xiao Chan's wife who paused because of the painful memory.

But soon, Xiao Chanwen withdrew from her painful memories and continued: "...... All kinds of things in my previous life, whether it is kindness or hatred, I have already given her back with my life, and the grievances between us have long been eliminated, and there is no cause to be found. This life is broken, there is no future life, and the only obsession is just to ask something. ”

The breeze in the space became warmer and warmer, and Xiao Chanhuan, soothed by the breeze, quickly came out of the terrifying memories of "empathy" facing death.

She really didn't expect that Xiao Chanwen would be so generous and open-minded, and she didn't hate Ziwei Yuanjun at all.

She can only say that the big guy deserves to be the big guy, what he sees, thinks, and reads...... The level, depth, and breadth are all different from their ordinary little Rolls.

Is this just standing high and seeing far, and everyone's horizontal line is different?

In order not to be cold, and in order to express her admiration for Xiao Chan's generosity, she hurriedly laughed twice "haha", and praised the sycophants: "It's still the seniors, you can see it openly, and the heart is as broad as the ocean, and the younger ones can't catch up with you even if I shoot the horse." Study, study, the younger generation or more and the seniors you learn to learn. ”

Xiao Chanwen didn't accept her sycophant, she said lightly, and said bluntly: "I hope you can find the truth for me about Ziwei Yuanjun's murder of his husband and friends, and his theft of the treasures of the sect." This is my only obsession, this obsession will not disappear, even if my soul has been scattered, I still can't settle down, in the long run, the obsession I left in the world will become the best food for the demon race, if it is unfortunate, my obsession may also raise a big demon, when the time comes, it will endanger the world of cultivating immortals, but also endanger the mortal world, and the consequences are unimaginable. ”

Xiao Chanhuan began to fly again in the fog, and she couldn't understand it.

As if knowing that she didn't understand, Xiao Chanwen explained: "Speaking of which, this is also an opportunity for me. At the beginning, I got a Heavenly Outer Dark Iron in a secret realm, and later I integrated this Heavenly Outer Dark Iron into the Natal Magic Weapon, I was very lucky, one in ten million possibilities, the Heavenly Outer Dark Iron made my Natal Magic Weapon advanced to the Natal Spirit Treasure, and there was also a mutation in the process of advancement, and there seemed to be a faint possibility of producing a treasure spirit. It's a pity that my natal spirit treasure has just advanced, and there is something about Ziwei Yuanjun, I hurriedly got out of the customs, and then I have been tired of chasing the trace of Ziwei Yuanjun, and I don't have time to retreat to study the mutation that may produce Baoling, which is also a very regrettable thing for me. ”

Xiao Chanhuan faintly had some impressions of what Xiao Chanwen said, because Xiao Chanwen had too many memories, and she couldn't remember everything very clearly.

However, she still knew about the rarity of Bao Ling.

How to say it, to use an inappropriate analogy, the rarity of Bao Ling in the immortal cultivation world is comparable to that of the giant panda in Huaguo, to be precise, Bao Ling is even ten million times rarer than the giant panda.

After a little reminiscence, Xiao Chanwen continued to explain: "Later, when I used the Natal Spirit Treasure, I found out that the Outer Heaven Dark Iron not only advanced my Natal Magic Weapon to a Natal Spiritual Treasure, but also made the Natal Spiritual Treasure mutate, adding an additional function of adsorption and devouring. I gradually discovered that my Natal Spirit Treasure was feeding on Divine Thoughts and Divine Thoughts on my own initiative and ignorance, and devouring Divine Thoughts and Divine Thoughts would make it even more powerful. ”

"This is clearly going to give birth to Treasure Spirit!" Xiao Chanhuan exclaimed.

"yes." Xiao Chanwen said regretfully and regretfully: "It's a pity that it hasn't given birth to a treasure spirit yet, so it was affected by me and fell silent with me." ”

Xiao Chanhuan didn't know how to take this words, although she relied on Xiao Chanhuan to understand some things in the immortal cultivation world, but many times she couldn't empathize, of course, except for the time when she was forced to "empathize" and face death!

"But!"

Xiao Chan's turning voice suddenly became serious.

Following her voice, Xiao Chanhuan couldn't help but straighten her chest and back, listening more carefully, like a primary school student facing the teacher in class, although her big eyes were not focused, her serious expression was very serious, and she would never dare to be a little false, for fear that she would be caught by the teacher if she was not careful, and then stay in the hall to continue the transformation.

It's scary(╥_╥)to think about

She didn't want to stay in the hall (stay in the space) at all, she wanted to go out to see Brother Dali soon, she missed Brother Dali so much......

It is said that if you don't see each other for a day, she will definitely not see her for a while!

I miss it so much!