Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Lingyu Patriarch is Desperate (34)

"Well, this stage is almost over, you can practice for another month, and you can get out of the customs. When the time comes, I will teach you the next stage of the exercises. ”

After sleeping for more than half a year, Mo Xiaoyou woke up and was pleasantly surprised to find that his mission goal seemed to have made great progress. After being delighted, I asked the reason, and I sighed with emotion - sure enough, there must be sacrifice to harvest.

She didn't feel any sad about Ah Si's death, after all, it was just a wisp of split soul, she didn't believe that if this split soul died, that person could still hold back and not show up.

"Out of customs? Where to? “

In a year, Fuyu has become more and more beautiful, and the gray hair on her head not only does not make her look old, but is more mysterious.

“…… Take a look at the world. Mo Xiaoyou's wit, she could feel Fuyu's negativity, but calculating the time, she still had one more thing to do, and the bird was still waiting for her to save her in this life!

Thinking of being able to see the bitter life of the peacock in this life, Mo Xiaoyou was suddenly full of expectations.

"However, Ah Si hasn't woken up yet...... Fu Yu shook her head sadly when she heard this, "God, let's wait until I cultivate to the point where I can resurrect Ah Si, and then ......."

"If you stay in this place, you'll never progress to that day."

changed from his usual good words, and Mo Xiaoyou was unusually persistent this time.

"But......" Fuyu was still very entangled.

"No, but. We set off in a month, and you must go out to increase your knowledge at this stage, otherwise it is easy to encounter a bottleneck, and if you encounter a bottleneck, the day when you resurrect Ah Si will be even more distant. ”

After Mo Xiaoyou said this, he seemed to yawn very tiredly and retreated.

Leaving Fuyu to walk out of the thatched hut with a sad face, she paced to Ah Si's grave as usual, knelt down lightly, and lay on the bulging bulge.

"Ah Si, God said that he wanted me to go out of the customs and walk around in a month, but I really can't bear to ...... you."

At this time, it was sunset, and the sun during the day warmed the land, Fuyu seemed to feel the warmth of Ah Si's belly again, and she muttered while crying:

"But Ah Si, God is right, I want to improve my cultivation as soon as possible, so as to get the power to resurrect you, in order to resurrect you, I have to leave, but...... As soon as I am gone, who will pull the weeds for you, and who will repair the grave for you? “

The next evening wind blew softly from the lake, taking away the heat of the day, and Fuyu lay on the warm grave soil, and gradually fell asleep crying.

"Poseidon?!"

Early the next morning, Fuyu was woken up by a surprise voice. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, maybe she had too many tears last night, and her eyes were still sour now.

"Poseidon! Why are you here? The young man of the tribe of the Lords went back and said, "You have been snatched away by the wild people in this valley." The adult tribe also held a grand sea burial for you, you are ...... Escaped? ”

The person who came to take care of himself stepped forward to approach Fuyu, and told what happened when she went back, regardless of Fuyu's stunned expression when she heard the word "Qing", and pulled her up, who was still lying on the grave.

"Poseidon-sama, it's cool on the ground!! Get up! ”

It wasn't until a warm touch came from her arm that Fuyu finally woke up.

The person in front of him looks very handsome, if it weren't for the big hole on his chest that was too obvious, Fuyu almost thought that he was a legendary gentleman.