Feng Liuliu himself is naturally poor and poor, and the search for the Yellow Spring is poor, and the more he searches, the more desperate he becomes......

"Whew!" There was a beast roar outside, and the wind returned to his body and shook slightly, and slowly turned around.

"Bang!" The door was slammed open. A person rushed in with the wind and rain: "The wind is back, can you help me collect some materials?!" ”

Feng Huiliu's gaze fell on that person, in the Nine Heavens Palace, there was only one person who could directly break into his dormitory now—Feng Qingyang.

These days, Feng Qingyang has also used his own methods to search for Xiao Qingti's whereabouts, and now that he is in such a hurry, Feng Huiliu thought that he had some news, but he didn't expect him to ask for materials......

The little hope that had just risen was shattered in a blink of an eye, and the wind returned to the light in his eyes: "What material?" "Feng Qingyang is the eldest brother that Xiao Qingti cares about the most, no matter what he asks, Feng Huiliu will agree......

Feng Qingyang's eyes fell on Feng Hui's hair, and a touch of shock flashed in his eyes: "Your hair?!" But in just a few days, the other party's smooth black hair like a waterfall turned into a dead gray-white, if it weren't for his appearance, he was still extremely handsome and young, and he almost thought he saw an old man at a glance......

Feng Huiliu obviously didn't care about his own hair, just raised his eyebrows lightly, and asked again: "What material?" The voice was not as clear as before, as clear as an ice fountain, slightly hoarse.

The wind is clear, and I don't know what it's like in my heart.

Since Xiao Qingti died and didn't even see his soul, he originally didn't want to see this palace master, thinking that he was self-inflicted and deserved to be abused, but seeing him like this at this moment, there was a faint compassion in his heart.

The dead are gone, and the most uncomfortable thing is the living, right?

He originally wanted to stab this palace master a few more words, but he couldn't say it at the moment, and sighed and said: "Thousand-year-old Xuantie, golden silk nanmu ......" He reported a few rare materials in one breath.

"Okay." The wind returned to the simple and crisp answer, and soon summoned his subordinates to order.

"How many days can you prepare?"

"Three days."

Feng Qingyang stroked his eyebrows, this is good to be powerful, he searched in this world for things that he might not be able to get together in a year, and this palace master can prepare it in a few days.

He glanced at Feng Hui again, this palace master who was usually extremely dazzling and dazzling wherever he went, was now hidden in the dark shadow in front of the window, dim like a ghost.

His compassion moved again, and he turned around to leave, but after a pause, he asked, "Why don't you ask me what I want these things for?" ”

Feng Hui Liuyu's voice was faint: "Make a reincarnation disk, right?" Are you going back? ”

Feng Qingyang and she are not from this world, and now that she is gone, he has nothing to worry about in this world, and naturally returns to his own world......

Feng Qingyang raised his eyebrows, it seems that this palace master is no stranger to the reincarnation disk, he must have studied it, and with his ability, he may be able to create a ......

He glanced at Feng Huiliu again, and was a little unaccustomed to his immortal appearance, and couldn't help but want to stimulate him: "Yes, I'm going back." But I still want to ask the palace master for a few things. ”

"What's that?"

"The clothes that Bodhi wore with him, utensils or something."

Feng Huiliuyu's face turned slightly pale: "What do you want these things for?" ”