At an important point in this world, almost no one goes to the Dream Hall anymore, and although Trulu is a little uneasy, he is also happy. He used to look forward to the increasing confusion of the hearts of the people in this world, but now for some reason, his thoughts are not as strong as before.

Now that there is no company of his godsister Garosha, and there is no other companion in Lingxiao Hall who was rescued by Dongtian to chat, Trulu suddenly felt a little lonely, and his heart was like this cold and lifeless weather, calm but as if full of thoughtful doubts.

He didn't know what to do now, and he was worried that he would be blamed by Dongtian for doing nothing, so he went to Lingxiao Hall to find Dongtian, but he was nowhere to be found. He thought, "Lord Dongtian may be listening to the story in the Seven Feelings Palace, so why don't I wait here first."

As far as the eye can see, this hall is still deserted, and a few subordinates are also living in various parts of the world. Trulu knew that when Yizhi and Curry were here, it was the busiest time in the Lingxiao Palace, and although Dongtian didn't like Yizhi very much, the fish soup dumplings made by Yizhi would make him occasionally smile on his face.

Trulu still remembers that the last time he came to Lingxiao Palace, he happened to catch a glimpse of the big pot of fish soup dumplings made by Mr. Yi, the clear soup was floating on the dumplings made of flour of different sizes, which looked very poor in cooking, but the taste was surprisingly good. On the day Dongtian saw the fish soup dumplings for the first time, he asked with a deep frown: "What about Yizhi?" Come out for me! What is this doing? It's disgusting to watch! ”

Yizhi was frightened when he heard this, poked his head out of the kitchen in fear, and smiled embarrassedly: "It's the first time I've made this, it tastes good, you can try it." ”

In fact, when Trulu saw it, Yizhi put a laxative in it with hatred on his face, and he added a lot of condiments indiscriminately, and when it was mixed with the laxative, it tasted quite good.

While Dongtian was drinking soup, Yizhi hid behind the kitchen door and watched quietly. Maybe he wanted to make Dongtian diarrhea uncomfortable, but he didn't expect that Dongtian's divine body was not only not affected by laxatives, but also praised the fish soup dumplings he made, and accidentally drank them all.

It's just that later, when Curry was constipated, he looked for laxatives but couldn't find them.

Trulu felt that during that time, Dongtian was very happy, and it was relaxed from the heart. In Trulu's view, it is normal for human beings to have an evil side, and Dongtian is also the soul of that half of evil, so he is very puzzling about Dongtian's obsession with eliminating malice. If Dongtian let go of all this and cultivate and live well with Dongdi, would it be another good scene?

He was a little tired from standing and wanted to sit down, but he accidentally bumped into something protruding from the carpet.

"Hey, what is this?" Curious, he lifted the carpet and saw a small silver bell lying haphazardly on the cloud-paved ground.

The bell looks like it has been sitting here for a long time, as if it was accidentally dropped here and then never found again, so it has been crushed under the carpet for many years.

Truru stared at the little bell, and a warmth rose in his heart, as if a long-sealed memory had been opened. Long streets, red lanterns, zodiac masks...... Also, there is a stall selling bells. A teenager held the hand of a girl, and the two forgot to put on gloves before going out, so they clasped their hands together, as if they were about to freeze. The boy hung the bell he bought on the corner of the girl's clothes.

The memory seemed to enter a chaotic time and space, and I felt a red blood stain in front of my eyes, and then entered a blank.

Truru was so frightened that he sat down on the carpet, gasping for breath. He didn't know who the boy and girl were in his memory, and he could only see the back slightly. However, what he knew was that he was depressed and sad at the moment.

Trulu was walking in a daze, and accidentally saw an enchantment, and through the refraction of light, it could be seen that the interval between this enchantment was not very thick.

He has some differences, in the current Lingxiao Palace, in addition to Dongtian and Dongdi, there are some Dongtian's subordinates who occasionally come over. So who will be in the enchantment?

Gently stepping on the clouds of the Cloud Palace, I walked slowly and saw a disabled little boy of three or four years old. The child was meditating, and a black mist was shrouded all over his body. His eyes were closed, his posture was upright and not deliberate, this kind of appearance was very similar to Dongtian, obviously under Dongtian's special guidance, and he was also injected with spiritual power by Dongtian.

Trulu was surprised, where did this child come from? Why should Dongtian be so good to this child?

He was puzzled, but there was no way to know the truth.

Suddenly, the sound of a gale came, and Trulu knew that it was Dongtian who had returned, so he immediately put the bell in his pocket and stood up, looking respectful.

Dongtian slowly appeared in the middle of the main hall, looking at him with slanted eyes: "I didn't do a good job, and I still have the face to see me?" ”

"My lord, I ...... Recently, the students of Tianhai No. 1 Middle School have been frightened because of the scene you created before, and I guess no one will go to the Dream Hall during this time, and no one will use the Desire Gacha. ”

"Bastard! Are you saying it's all my fault? ”

"That's not the case, Lord Dongtian, I just want to take a leave of absence with you."

"Leave? What do you want to do? ”

"I don't feel like Garosa is in a good mental state, she's acting strangely, and I want to see her."

"You can go, but you must not delay your duties."

"Lord Xie Dongtian."

"One more thing, is Roccola back to the world you live in now?"

Trulu thought quickly in his brain for a few seconds, he didn't know why, he didn't really want to betray Roccol, probably because he was worried that Dongtian would capture him, causing Garosa to have nowhere to vent his resentment. He said, "Roccol probably didn't come, I don't know. ”

Dongtian didn't seem to have any suspicion of Trulu's lies, and he was worried about his own affairs: "Well, it's actually nothing, even if Roccol goes, he can't do anything." Then I'll go to cultivate first, and you can arrange it yourself. ”

"Yes, Lord Dongtian."

Looking at the lonely back of Dongtian, Trulu thought to himself: Does the story have an effect? Maybe Dongtian will spare this world.

He was now a dead body like Garosha, and Dongtian used his mana to force them to live. He looked at his appearance of being a ghost or a ghost, and suddenly realized that he didn't seem to hope much for the human World Cup to be saved, under the influence of Dongtian, coupled with the unrelieved feeling of his tragic fate, he hoped that every human world would be destroyed in his heart.

However, now he didn't care much about whether the world would be saved, he was more worried about Garosha's condition.

Leaving the Cloud Palace, he arrived in the world again, away from the extreme depression of Fang Cai, he took a deep breath of fresh air belonging to the world, squinted slightly, looked at the clouds in the sky, and smiled relaxedly.

Following the address previously given by Garosha, he found her home.

Trulu sent a message to Garosa: "I came downstairs to your house to see you. ”

Soon, he received a reply from Garosha: "I'm fine, don't bother me." ”

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"I'm going to settle old scores with Roccol."

“

Don't make a fuss, we can live in the world now, all thanks to the help of Lord Dongtian, and this help still has to come at the cost of our lives for him, so we may be unable to protect ourselves at any time, why do you want to do these meaningless things? ”

"Don't you hate the world the most on weekdays, why are you kind to Rocco now?"

"I don't know why, I don't want anything to happen to any of you."

"It's okay if you care about me, but what do you care about that Roccol? Do you know that we look the same way, so we also think of her as a godsister? ”

"You look the same?" Trulu was puzzled, and he thought to himself that he had been stabbed by something.

"yes, so you don't know."

"Can you let me meet Roccol?"

"What did you see her doing? You better leave it alone, and don't come. ”

"Alright then, you'll do it yourself." Trulu looked back for a moment before leaving.

The figures of the boy and the girl suddenly appeared in his mind again. The girl held the bell and danced to the sky and hummed a ballad, and the boy joined in.

As if there were thin snowflakes floating in the sky, the girl sniffled and said vaguely: "Brother, I sing so ugly, if only I could have musical cells like my brother." ”

The boy touched the girl's head and said with a smile: "It's okay, our little princess's singing voice is the best." ”

"However, my classmates all said that I sang badly, and my music class exam was also 60." "Music class exams? What did you choose? ”

"Well, the choice given by the teacher is singing, flute, harmonica, and other talents, I can't learn anything, I can only choose singing."

The young man's eyes smiled into a slit: "Then you can learn piano with me." ”

The girl shook her head desperately and pursed her mouth: "I won't, I'm angry with the three piano teachers, and my mother scolded me for this." ”

"Hahaha, then you are such an idiot, how can you be my sister, hahahahaha."

"Brother hates it! actually laughed at his sister. The girl turned her head angrily, crossed her hands on her hips, stopped, and closed her eyes angrily. This look is really cute and delicate, and it makes the teenager laugh breathlessly.

The girl was so angry that her little fist hit the boy's belly like hail.

The young man protected his stomach and scolded with a smile: "You kid, you have so much strength, why are you so violent, be careful that you can't marry in the future." ”

The girl waved her hands in the direction of the sky, and shouted coquettishly: "I don't want to marry, don't marry, I want to be my brother's little padded jacket." ”

"It should be my mother's little padded jacket."

"I'm going to be my brother and mother's little padded jacket!" The girl swung harder, tears coming out.

"Okay, our little princess will be my mother and brother's little padded jacket." The boy took the girl's little hand and said kind words of comfort.

The girl accidentally dropped the silver bell on the thin snow, and when she heard the sound of the bell, she stopped her trouble, turned her head and stared at the little bell, her eyes continued to be tearful, and she did not move. This look contains nervousness, regret and immaturity, which makes people both angry and pity.

The memory came to an abrupt end, and Trulu felt some pain in his head, he gently rubbed his temples, sighed, and went back to the rental house. The bell was held tightly in the palm of his hand, and he couldn't bear to hold it too tightly, worried that this small object would be broken and broken by himself.

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