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The green that obscured the sky in the courtyard gradually faded, and after a while, everything returned to normal, and everything seemed to have changed in the same room, simple furnishings, wooden tables, soft cushions, and the scent of wood rising from Miaomiao.

The only difference is that the man in white, who was still sitting in a wheelchair with his back to him, sat on the cushion at the moment, bowed up with one foot at will, and propped his elbow on his knee.

It's as if he is alive at this moment, and he has been living in fantasy before.

The door was pushed open again, and Wei Shengyan walked in, sitting opposite him without hesitation, "I was kind enough to send people over to you, and you just let them go?" ”

The wrench in his hand was rolling and turning, and Wei Shengyan said with a hint of regret, "You are too sorry for the five hundred years of captivity of your ancestor of the Liang clan." ”

Linglong glanced at the slight raw inkstone, her eyes stayed on the wrench in the other party's hand, a trace of nostalgia flashed, and then she shook her head gently, "The ancestor's business is the ancestor's business, I am not the direct bloodline of the Li clan, why should I bear this cause and effect on their behalf." ”

Confined here for five hundred years, the scope of space for the Fence Clan's activities is very limited, as long as they go too far, their lives will be consumed, and the smart choice is to use the secret method to inherit the bloodline of the Protoss.

When he arrived at Fence Dream, he was no longer the direct blood relative of the previous generation of Fence Clan, and he was also called the word master, and in the end, the inheritance of this Nianguang Pavilion became a inheritance that was only controlled by the Fence Clan's bloodline illusion.

After receiving this inheritance, you have to accept this imprisonment, help the Fence Clan, and help the Divine Sect to find that person.

"You seem to be a little disappointed, what? It's not enough to kill the master, but you still want to kill the king and the god? Liang Meng's gaze finally swept over the wrench in Wei Shengyan's hand, and said contemptuously and sarcastically.

"His death is just to blame, he calculated that you inherited this bloodline, and he also wanted to calculate me, but he didn't expect me to make some preparations." Wei Shengyan took off the wrench in his hand, put it on the table, shook his head and said, "That's it, anyway, the master is already dead, and I won't explain anything, now that you are the heir of the fence clan, this thing should also be returned to its original owner." ”

"You've taken everything inside, what's the use of sending back a broken wrench? Could it be that one day I can't turn around my life and want to sell this antique thing for money? ”

"Whether to sell it for money or keep it as an heirloom, the choice is up to you, you can decide for yourself, I just return the thing to its original owner."

Fence Meng looked at him in surprise, pondered for a moment, stretched out his hand and put the wrench into his arms, anyway, inheriting the kindness of the fence clan, he is now also surnamed Fence, and it is nothing to leave a legacy commemoration.

"Giving people and sending things, did you come back to admit your mistakes?" A touch of dazzling whiteness appeared in Limeng's hand, blooming slightly, as if he might break away at any time, "Aren't you afraid that I will leave you here?" ”

Wei Shengyan looked at the dazzling white in his hand, smiled strangely, and sneered, "Do you know how the master died in the first place?" ”

“…… How did he die? ”

"I didn't do it from beginning to end, he killed himself."

"Are you ......" Yumeng frowned slightly, and after a moment of silence thought of a possibility, the dazzling white in his hand disappeared, "You have implanted a device in your brain?" ”

The illusion of the Fence Clan naturally has weaknesses, and the simplest thing is that it cannot be used by people who are stronger than their own mental power, which will directly backfire.

The second ...... It is in his own mind, implanted with a special device to resist illusion, no matter how exquisite the illusion is, cultivated to the extreme, it cannot take effect on dead things, stones are still stones, soil sacs are still soil sacs, and they can't be born sons out of thin air.

If the corresponding restraint illusion is implanted in the mind, an ordinary person can resist the illusion of the Fence Clan, but this risk will be very high, after all, implanting a device in the human brain is not something that ordinary people can do.

If you are not careful, you may hang up first.

"The master wants to see my memory, and I naturally have to make some preparations to change the past in my mind." Wei Shengyan said with a smile, admitting his guess in disguise.

The muscles on Fence Meng's face twitched, and he had no intention of scaring Wei Shengyan again, no wonder Wei Shengyan, an ordinary person, dared to walk in front of him to show off his might, and the most powerful means inherited from the Fence Clan was restrained by the other party.

The illusion is no longer effective, if you really want to kill Weisheng Yan, you can only do it with real knives and guns, but his delicate body has not been out of the house for decades, and I am afraid that the meat fight may not be able to do Weisheng Yan.

And this is an old yin ratio, who knows if he has any other back-ups.

It seems that I can really only take the wrench to incense the master.

After thinking about it, the fence dream movement was even more casual, looked up at the ceiling, and asked, "You still don't leave?" ”

"Do you want me to do something for you?"

"I heard that you married Miss Yin, could it be that you want to support Yinxiao's ascendancy and reproduce the glory of the bloodline of the ancient gods?"

The more I thought about it, the more interesting it became: "Don't say it, if you really want to do this, it's not impossible, Suchuan is collapsing, then the god is fake, and the king may pass away with the wind at any time."

You Weisheng Yan holds most of the wealth of Suchuan, if you add the name of the Yin family, if I am willing to help, it seems very possible to create an ancient myth. ”

Weisheng Yan smiled, looked at the fence dream, shook his head and said: "Could it be that in your eyes, my Weisheng Yan is so dizzy and unscrupulous to win people?" ”

Limeng looked at him and said, "Do you know better than me, I rarely go out, and I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

In the ethereal and clear eyes on the other side, there was no hatred or pain, only the helplessness after gradually being immersed in the world, and I was stunned.

Through the pupils, it seemed that the thin figure that had been picked up from the snow by the old figure could still be seen......

The room fell silent, Wei Shengyan's eyes looked at each other without blinking, and it took a while before he retracted slightly, stood up with his hands on the wooden table, and then took out a red notebook from his cuffs and gently placed it on the table.

"I have almost no friends, you ...... It's a friend when I was a child, and I'm still happy to see you get out of trouble. ”

"I really like silver makeup, and there is no idea of using silver in it, believe it or not, but I still want to say that if you have time, you can come and have a glass of wine."

Pushing the invitation forward, Wei Shengyan didn't wait for the dream to reply, and then turned around and left.

Liang Meng watched his back disappear in the Nianguang Pavilion, and then he reached out to open the invitation, and his gaze went directly to the end:

"Nianguang Pavilion disciple Weisheng Yan ......"

The invitation was fastened on the table, and the dream looked at the big tree outside the window, and then left the Nianguang Pavilion without looking back.

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Micro Living.

The micro-living inkstone was specially selected for the temporary residence of the god lord and the king.

The sun is shining and the breeze is gentle.

Inside the yard.

A chair, a table, and a few things on it to record the food that had just been prepared.

Linglong lay on the chair gently, holding a volume of ancient books in her left hand, and when she saw it, she would gently raise her hand, pour herself a glass of wine, and push it into her mouth.

Then he looked at the book with relish.

It's not that she likes to read so much, in the old days, since she left for a certain three years, she, like all ordinary people, was not so studious.

Most of the time in the swing, despite the talent is good, the score can only be considered average.

It's just that when she met someone later, her first impression of the other party was that she was beautiful, smart, and hard-working and positive.

After getting along together, under the tireless care of the other party, and under the care of someone to eat, drink and have fun, Linglong thought to herself, she seemed to have to find something to do for herself, and she couldn't destroy her good image in someone's heart.

As a result, the good habit of reading, which was praised by most of the people, was picked up by her again, although she really rarely read those books of professional knowledge.

Turning the page again, she habitually stretched out her hand, only to find that the snacks on the plate had already been swept clean, and even the improved wine that was not so strong could not pour a drop, the girl licked the corner of her mouth, as if she was a little unsatisfied, so she shouted towards the house:

"Mr. Lu~"

"Student Lu~"

"Lu Junshang!"

"Lu Da Sick ?!!"

The sound was getting louder and louder, and there was still no response in the room, Linglong secretly said strangely, put down the book in his hand, and walked inside.

On the long wooden table, a picture scroll is laid on top of it, and the young man straightens the whole picture with one hand on the end of the scroll, and holds a paintbrush on it with the other.

He was painting, looking at the scroll with an extremely careful look in his eyes, occasionally revealing a hint of confusion, deaf to his surroundings, as if caught in his own world

Linglong watched quietly, and after a while, a vivid woman appeared on the scroll, in the painting, the girl pouted and hummed softly, looking up at the sky, and there was a trace of lovely flesh on her face.

"Am I that fat?" Linglong frowned slightly, and asked softly, her expression almost the same as in the painting.

Lu Ming came back to his senses, reached out and pinched her chin, leaned his head closer, and said with a smile: "You are good at discovering your own beauty, this is obviously cute, okay, how beautiful your chin is." ”

"Huh? So what do you mean I don't look good elsewhere? ”

"......" stroked his forehead, Lu Ming's head arched directly, this cannot be argued, reasoning is absolutely unworkable, he took a sip, and then said very seriously: "My daughter-in-law is perfect everywhere!" ”

"That's pretty much it." A smile appeared on Linglong's face, looking at the painting that had not yet dried, and looked at it again, "You painted this after a busy morning." ”

Lu Ming nodded lightly, "I felt something, so I drew it." ”

"Feeling something? You can't draw me, right? Linglong frowned.

"Hey, hey, if you're jealous, you're jealous, why are you still fighting with your own paintings, who else can you be?"

"Also...... Divine Sect. Linglong wanted to speak and stopped.

Lu Ming couldn't help but smile when he looked at her, and reached out to hold Linglong in his arms, "I know you, I know you, and I paint you too, I know what I do." ”

"No matter what happened before, what is the meaning of that painting left by the Divine Sect, it has nothing to do with me, I only know that it is you in my arms, and it is enough for you to be in my painting."

"There aren't so many reasons, not so many reasons, it's as simple as that."

Lu Ming tilted his head, looked at the delicate eyes, and moved his nose.

Linglong sneered, glared back with her nose, hesitated for a moment and then said, "Nianguang Pavilion...... Is it okay not to go? ”

"Yes." Lu Ming nodded straight, looked at Linglong and was slightly stunned, raised his eyebrows, and said quite confidently: "You don't think I really forgot everything, do you?" ”

"Can you remember?" Linglong blinked.

"I can't remember, I only know that we went to Nianguang Pavilion, but the impression of the inside is gone, and I don't remember what we experienced in it." Whispering, Lu Ming said indifferently: "Maybe that memory was covered up by someone, maybe I have amnesia, but I don't want to look for it." ”

"Because my most precious thing is not those past events of the Divine Sect, it's you Linglong."

"Since you don't want to go to Nianguang Pavilion, then we won't go, just live our own lives."

Linglong opened her mouth, and her voice was much softer and softer, "Do you believe me?" ”

Lu Ming glanced at his sister in surprise, as if he was surprised by her question, and directly reached out to pick up Linglong and walked towards the house, "Believe, if I don't even believe my wife, who else can believe it."

I'm serious! Don't be suspicious for a day~"

Lu Ming sat on the chair with Linglong in his arms, stretched out his hand and habitually wanted to pick up the osmanthus cake from the plate and feed it to the girl, only to find that it was already empty, and couldn't help but shake his head.

I was ready to get up and go back to the house to get it.

Linglong tugged at his collar and threw herself into his arms, her nose fluttering, trying to breathe in his scent.

Lu Ming noticed that his sister's meridian was wrong, his hands tightened tighter, and he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" What's going on? ”

Smelling the familiar breath, squinting and arching in his arms, she raised her head lightly and said, "Lu Ming, I'm homesick, I think about it so much." ”

"Okay." Lu Ming smiled slightly, his hanging heart was relaxed, and he thought that something was wrong with his sister, it turned out that he was homesick, and he said: "Let's go back immediately, and I'll go and tell Wei Shengyan later, and arrange for the fishing boat to set off tomorrow to weave fire." ”

She knew him, and the things he told her to do were never perfunctory, and he would only spoil her.

Since he said it, he will definitely do it, and sometimes he wants to surprise him, but he often can't help but expose it in advance.

Linglong looked at him, his nose suddenly sour, and he pressed it down hard, his head was in his arms, and he could only echo silently in his heart: "I'm not talking about weaving fire." ”

"It's our own home, it's Jialin, it's Junshan......"

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