I walked in a thick fog, my eyes almost as decorations, and I could only hear with my ears. Although I couldn't tell the way, I had a wonderful feeling as if something was pulling me forward. It wasn't until much later that I learned that this was called the pull of fate.

I don't know how long I walked, but my legs were numb and my head was dizzy. Although I am a demon body, I don't need to eat, but I don't have any aura here, so I can't cultivate. I walked for a long time, but I didn't rest, and my physical strength couldn't keep up, so I felt this kind of discomfort.

"Click!"

I didn't know what I had stepped on, and the fog faded in an instant, and the dazzling golden light burned my eyes, and tears blurred my vision.

From the source of the golden light, a rod-like object slowly rose, and my brain went blank, and I lost consciousness in an instant.

When I woke up again, I saw the red yarn flying all over the sky, so familiar, isn't this my big bed!

"Amitabha, donor, you're awake."

A male voice suddenly sounded in my ears, which frightened me into sitting up, holding the quilt and shrinking to the end of the bed, looking at the little monk meditating next to my bed, and trembling: "You...... How are you here! "After asking, I was stunned, why should I be so cowardly!

The little monk didn't care about my reaction, he smiled, and took over the words: "The little monk accidentally injured the donor, so naturally he had to wait until the donor woke up before he dared to leave." ”

I threw myself on the side of the bed, grabbed his clothes and hurriedly said, "Why are you leaving, where are you going?" ”

As soon as these words fell, the little monk was stunned, I couldn't wait to bite off my tongue, and stammered and explained: "Don't misunderstand, you hurt me, naturally you have to cure me before you can leave." I don't care about where you go, I'm just worried about my injury, you know? ”

The little monk chuckled, brushed off my hand holding his clothes, got up and saluted me, and said, "The donor's health is fine. ”

I widened my eyes and puffed out my cheeks and said, "It seems to be a lie to say that the family doesn't speak." You don't even have a pulse, how do you know I'm fine! ”

The little monk said: "The donor has a ruddy complexion, moves quickly, and has no sores. ”

"I'm an internal injury, you naturally can't see it!" I don't believe I can't handle you, monk!

The little monk seemed to be choked by me, perhaps he knew that no matter what I said, I would find an excuse to refute it, so he stopped talking about it.

I looked at the little monk with a smile, and my eyes were full of triumphant joy.

"Little monk, what's your name?"

The little monk recited a Buddhist saying: "The little monk has been a monk for many years, has no name and no surname, and only has a Dharma name." ”

"Floating? That's a good name. "I felt a wave of melancholy in my heart, but I didn't know why.

Fusheng said: "What can the donor get in the Qiankun Array?" ”

"Qiankun Array?" I wondered, "What's that?" ”

Fusheng explained: "Does the donor remember the big array next to the bridge? ”

I thought about it carefully, and said angrily: "You stinky monk, you inexplicably made a teleportation array to teleport me to a place where birds don't, and now you still want to come to me to share the treasure equally?" I'm telling you, what went into my Flying Frost pocket, you don't want to get it! ”

Although I didn't get anything, and I was unlucky enough to be hurt by the golden light, I just didn't want this monk to have a good time, and I had to say that there was something if there was nothing, so that he couldn't get it!

Seeing my posture, Fusheng was not angry, but said: "That thing is in the hands of the donor, naturally it is the donor's thing, the little monk just wants to take a look, not to covet the donor's thing." Can the donor take it out for the little monk to see? ”