Yan Fenghuan shook his head helplessly, feeling that he didn't need to confirm whose handiwork it was.

"If you know what the enemy is capable of, why don't you choose to wait and see?" Yan Fenghuan was quite bitter, "Only when the snipe and the clam compete with each other can the fisherman benefit."

A wry laugh came from the other side: "Miss Yan, your analogy is not appropriate, we are not fishermen, or rather, we don't just want to be fishermen."

Yan Fenghuan smiled silently, but then fell silent.

The grass leaves no longer make a sound, and the two young leaves swayed in the wind, and if it weren't for it floating in the air, it really looked like ordinary green leaves.

After a while, Yan Fenghuan suddenly asked, "How sure are you?"

Ye Zi suddenly stood up a little: "If we talk about fighting, we are not sure, but if it is just to lure the snake out of the hole, we are ninety percent sure that we can do it!"

"Why ninety percent?"

"Because all plans require your cooperation. After all...... You also know that your attraction to demons is too great."

There are words and joys, the primary target of any demon clan is on her, no matter how fragrant the bait is, she has to stand aside.

"......" Yan Fenghuan rubbed her forehead wordlessly, they couldn't hide the fact that they were about to find out her old bottom.

The Nightmare Wind Thunder was born in the chaotic abyss of the Demon Clan's lair, the post-spirit era.

It is a strange thing born under the nourishment of countless demons for thousands of years, and the essence of heaven and earth is condensed.

Its origin is extremely cathodic cold, and it is something that all demons will instinctively covet, but the thunder and fire that envelops the origin are extremely hot, naturally restraining the cold and treacherous physique of the demons.

No demon clan can suppress the desire for the Yin Wind and Thunder, and she, who directly took away the origin of the Yin in the lair, has naturally become the target of all demons.

"Okay." Yan Fenghuan shook his head and said with a smile, "As long as I can lure out the worms behind me, I can listen to you."

There was a restrained celebration on the other side, and then a person in charge said that he would immediately sort out the relevant plans and send someone to her.

After saying this, the grass leaves flew around Yan Fenghuan twice, shook their bodies again, and finally landed at Yan Fenghuan's feet, no longer moving.

Yan Fenghuan was not asked about her specific plans during the whole process, which made her a little surprised, but she also felt comfortable.

Picking up the featureless blades of grass on the ground, Yan Fenghuan asked it, "Can I take it apart?"

Blade of Grass lay quietly in her palm, and it took a few seconds before a voice came out, "Okay...... Miss Yan, if you are interested, we can give you the design drawings and related materials."

The words are not leaky, but in the front, no matter how you listen to it, it reveals some reluctance.

Yan Fenghuan was amused, giving up the idea of breaking it violently, she shook her palm lightly: "Forget it, I have a chance to study it again when I go back."

There were a few long exhalations from the blades of grass, like the aftermath of the catastrophe.

The success rate of this thing is too low at the moment, and they only have such a one, if it is really torn apart, it will have to be added to the class.

Yan Fenghuan's ears naturally did not miss those subtle movements, and he couldn't help but laugh.

"So happy, huh?" There was a sudden sound of chuckling behind him, and the smile on Yan Fenghuan's face paused, and he turned his head like a machine.

Wen Jinfang's figure stepped out of the room and appeared in her field of vision, and at this moment he was leaning slightly to look at her, with a casual and relaxed smile on his face.

This is a look that Wen Jinfang does not often have.

Yan Fenghuan blinked, a little uncertain: "You ......."

However, Wen Jinfang suddenly became much more familiar, and with a little smile in his amber eyes, he walked towards the steps next to Yan Fenghuan.

He bent down and moved the hem of Yan Fenghuan's skirt scattered around him, and then sat down next to her: "How about taking me one when you go back to study?"

"......" The grass leaves shook twice for some reason, and there was some shallow inhalation sound from inside.

Feng Huan's initial shock passed, and when he heard Wen Jinfang's words, he naturally understood what was happening.

She turned her head to look at the strange gate that had disappeared, her gaze fell back on Wen Jinfang, and she shrugged: "I'm just a thief, so I don't count."

Wen Jinfang smiled dumbly.

Although they have the same face and the same handsome scenery, even the group of staff behind the grass can see that it is completely different.

The quick-eyed man quickly turned off the microphone, masking a large number of suspicious voices.

Yan Fenghuan glanced at the direction of the green leaves, and then looked at Wen Jinfang.

The latter shook his head with a smile.

Yan Fenghuan asked softly, "What's the matter? How many memories have you recovered?"

Wen Jinfang seemed to think for a moment: "Forty percent, fortunately, most of the stupid things you made have remembered."

Even when he heard Sicheng's heart sank, Yan Fenghuan still twitched the corners of his mouth because of the latter sentence.

Looking at Wen Jinfang's teasing smile, Yan Fenghuan took two deep breaths and said in a deep voice, "Such a huge memory, you can't hold it."

Feng intended that the original divine body was shattered, and with the divine power of the surrounding body, it was integrated into all things in heaven and earth, and Wen Jinfang was a very small part of the divine body fragments that were temporarily gathered.

A body that can't even be carried by ordinary spiritual power, let alone the memories of a god-level powerhouse for tens of thousands of years.

"What are you messing around?" Seeing that Wen Jinfang didn't speak, Yan Fenghuan frowned, "If you don't pay attention to it, it will take tens of thousands of years!"

"There is still a part of my power left in the Han Yuan Crystal, and the last time I borrowed the karmic painting spirit to trace back the cause and effect line, it has been completely fused. It's not a burden to remember." Wen Jinfang's mind moved slightly, and he lifted the active defense of the Rock Guard, "See for yourself?"

As he spoke, he rolled up the sleeves of his arms and stretched out to Yan Fenghuan. A look that you would know if you didn't believe yourself.

Yan Fenghuan glanced at him suspiciously, only to see that his face was full of open smiles.

And yet—

Yan Fenghuan's frowning brows still did not loosen, and he raised his hand and put his hand on Wen Jinfang's arm, concentrating and calming down, and carefully probing his divine power into the meridians.

Seeing that Yan Fenghuan was really probing, Wen Jinfang sighed, and when he wanted to retract, it was too late, and he couldn't help muttering: "It's really here, it's grown."

After a few breaths, Yan Fenghuan let go of his hand expressionlessly.

Wen Jinfang didn't have a weak heart at all, and asked with a smile, "Look, I'm not lying, right?"

It's really not counting, it's just an exaggeration. Yan Fenghuan pursed her lips unconsciously.

Sicheng's memory is already a little beyond the limit for him, and at this moment he is equivalent to barely relying on the power of fusion in his body to hang his life, and every moment is a dangerous survival.

Thinking of this, Yan Fenghuan sighed, but didn't say anything more.

She took out a wooden box from the space and handed it to Wen Jinfang.

The latter raised his eyebrows, smiled and took it, as if he saw what was inside before he opened it: "Although you raised it since you were a child, you have been picking up other people's leaves, and it doesn't mess with you?"

"It's a little bit more." Yan Fenghuan nodded thoughtfully, "So you remember this kindness, it hasn't opened its mind yet."

Wen Jinfang was stunned for a moment, and then honestly smiled and recognized this kindness, "I remember."

Words are happy and laughing, with his words, the time for the big banyan tree to give birth to spiritual wisdom must not be far away.

And Wen Jinfang didn't twist after speaking, he calmly opened the wooden box, and thousands of spirit leaves surfaced in an orderly manner, and the vitality of them continued to pour into his body.

Now that he had recovered some of his memories, he naturally knew how to absorb these powers of the same origin as him, so the whole process was not hindered.

There is not much vitality in the spirit leaf, but the number is objective, the two sat side by side for a while, and Wen Jinfang's state was visibly much better with the naked eye.

The wild spirit grass and spirit flowers that had been wantonly occupying the territory in the courtyard moved their positions again as if they had received an order, and soon became neat and clean.

The door number with the dream nest written on it, which was about to be submerged in the grass, also reappeared.

From the beginning of the hut, the starry night began to gradually brighten, and the light of the morning sun sprinkled down, and the originally dark and bottomless water surface became clear under everyone's noses.

The crystal clear water waves reflect the strange, swaying spirit plants below, and occasionally you can see the figure of a miniature version of the "alien beast" shuttling between the leaves and stones.

The jade paved path in all directions surfaced, still with the coolness of a deep pool, but after being contaminated with the morning light, young shoots emerged from both sides, growing rapidly, and blooming small goose-yellow flowers.

The night fades, and the morning light is gentle.

The originally dead and silent space revived like spring returning to the earth, and even the stones seemed to have life, and through the camera, it was enough to shock a group of people on the other side: "This is in...... Creation, Creation......

The researchers, who have always been rigorous, have a rare sensibility that overwhelms reason, and thousands of thoughts are overwhelmed by the impact of such a picture.

What brought them to their senses was a chuckle from Yan Fenghuan: "Far away. This is just the monk's own spatial realm, far less than the real heaven and earth."

"Original...... This Void Realm turned out to be—"

It turned out to belong to Wen Jinfang!

However, before the researcher could finish his sentence, he was held back by his companion.

They are all extremely intelligent people, and if they haven't understood what is going on by this point, they will be really sorry for so long to study.

A group of people hurriedly said goodbye and hurriedly reported the matter, and then another group of people rushed headlong into the study and meeting of the update plan.

With the new help of Wen Jinfang, many things have more solutions.

And here, Yan Fenghuan picked up the green leaves of "Fu'erda", and did not stop their movements, but looked at Wen Jinfang, who had already opened his eyes and stood up, and asked with some curiosity, "How are you sure that Huaguo is the result of numerology?"

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