"How do you wake up?"

Hearing Song Ziyu's question, the Immortal King slowly raised his withered left hand, and pointed his fingers at the white-haired woman's head.

A barely detectable aura slowly poured into the white-haired woman's skull.

This scene made Song Ziyu's scalp tingle.

For some reason, an ancient verse came to Song Ziyu's mind: The immortals touched my top, and the knot gave me immortality.

"I've tampered with her consciousness, and now I've planted the idea in her mind that you're the only one who does her bidding...... You are now her master. The Immortal King said slowly.

With this touch just now, the body of the Immortal King turned out to be illusory and transparent.

Just when Song Ziyu didn't know why, the white-haired woman slowly opened her eyes and looked around curiously with wooden eyes.

"I ??????????????? Where is this? The woman's voice was ethereal, like a yellow warbler.

The Immortal King pointed his finger at Song Ziyu and said slowly to the woman: "He is your master, and the meaning of your existence is to obey him." ”

The sound is like a morning bell and a dusk drum.

The woman seemed to be stunned, and looked at Song Ziyu with her hands and shouted gently: "Master, what do you command?" ”

At this moment, Song Ziyu felt as if he had walked to a mysterious club, is the next step to untie his clothes?

Before Song Ziyu could figure out how to command this white-haired woman, the Immortal King hurriedly said, "My time is almost up, this divine thought consumes too much energy, and it will not be able to maintain it...... Fellow Daoist, go back and grow up well, I hope you can achieve something when we meet again next time...... Otherwise......"

Before the words fell, the Immortal King seemed to be unable to hold on, unable to lift it in one breath, and his body slowly fell silent.

The breath of death once again permeated this ancient dharma.

Song Ziyu was sure that the consciousness of the Immortal King had left this place.

……

As the immortal king's zongzi-like body stopped, the surrounding environment returned to its original appearance.

The wind gusted, and the soul flags swayed.

Song Ziyu slowly opened his eyes and found himself standing in the Great Hall of Immortality.

Everything just now was like a dream.

Song Ziyu, who came back to his senses, looked at the statue of the Immortal King.

This statue is intact, where is there still the deity of the Immortal King?

Damn it!

What the hell are you doing?

Song Ziyu gave himself two slaps in the face. Just when he thought that he had encountered an illusion, Song Ziyu remembered something, so he turned back suddenly.

There was a figure standing behind him in a daze, and it was a white-haired woman with fear in her heart.

"Ahh

Song Ziyu was taken aback!

The woman stood behind her, looking straight at her, like a female ghost.

After stabilizing his mind, Song Ziyu tried to take a few steps and found that the woman followed her step by step, just like a tail.

After Song Ziyu walked out of the Hall of Eternal Life, he turned around and found that the woman was still following him.

It's fucking weird.

"Hey." Song Ziyu looked at the woman and shouted.

"Master?" The woman is very obedient, well-behaved like a young lady next door, which is completely different from the murderous demon in Song Ziyu's memory???????????????.

"What's your name?"

Song Ziyu asked.

"I ...... I do not know...... I forgot. ”

The woman frowned, as if she was thinking, but looking at her appearance, it was obvious that she couldn't remember.

"Forget it, since you can't remember what your name is, then you follow my surname." Song Ziyu also took over the power to name women directly on a whim.

"Please give me a name." The white-haired woman said.

"Look at your good-looking, your hair white, and your murderous ruthlessness, you are called ...... Song for nothing. ”

Song Ziyu's level of choosing a name is also a mess, and he can't come up with a better name after thinking about it for a long time, it seems that the nine-year compulsory education has been given in vain.

But the woman was very happy, and a smile appeared on her unsmiling face.

"Thank you for the name! Nothing finally has a name. ”

The woman looked very happy.

Seeing this scene, Song Ziyu's heart was very shocked.

The dog said, the old monk of the King of Immortality has something, the ability to brainwash is really scary, wouldn't it be if the hell he went to northern Myanmar to do some small business......

Just when Song Ziyu was thinking about it, the voice of the old monk Wenzhu came from behind him: "Donor, who is this?" ”

Song Ziyu came back to his senses, only to find that all the monks of the Thousand Elephant Temple were staring at him...... The woman behind her looked like she hadn't eaten meat for many years.

Song Ziyu was very dissatisfied with such an expression.

Song Baibai, who took the "factory setting", came to the side of Monk Wenzhu, and Song Ziyu decided to blackmail him. "Abbot, that's your problem!"

Song Ziyu pretended to be angry.

"What could I have asked for?" The abbot asked in surprise.

Song Ziyu pointed at Song Baibai and said: "This is the oil bottle that the King of Immortality gave me, you can't bully me as an honest man, my life is already very difficult, and I have to raise an oil bottle, you are bullying me." ”

"Could it be a mistake?"

Abbot Wenzhu also couldn't fix Song Ziyu, staring at Song Baibai, a big beauty, for a long time, and couldn't figure out which link went wrong.

But even if he came up with a question, Abbot Wenzhu didn't dare to ask.

"The Immortal King is secretive, and I don't quite understand what his intentions are."

Monk Wenzhu may have never been blackmailed in his life, so ??????????????? When encountering the situation in front of me, it is true that there is some inability to react.

Song Ziyu was able to grasp this situation, and then began to perform a talent show.

Soon, under Song Ziyu's verbal offensive, Monk Wenzhu showed undeserved guilt.

"I'm really sorry, Master Song, this situation is not something we can expect at the moment...... Amitabha, good, good. Monk Wenzhu said with his hands folded.

"Don't panic, you have to help me!" Song Ziyu said.

"Amitabha, Lord Song, how do you need me to help you? I don't have any money if you want it......" Master Wenzhu didn't suspect that there was fraud, and he actually asked stupidly.

Song Ziyu pointed at Song Baibai and said, "The Immortal King said, I have to take care of this girl, but my ability alone is limited...... Do you want to send a few warrior monks down the mountain with me? ”

"This ......"

Monk Wenzhu thought for a while and finally agreed.

Immediately, the abbot of Wenzhu called two warrior monks, one high and one high.

"This is Chu Ding and Chu Yuan, so they will be sent to you." Master Wenzhu said.

Song Ziyu was overjoyed when he heard this, and it seems that this trip to Qianxiang Temple has been full of harvest.

took Song Baibai and Chu Ding Chu Yuan, two warrior monks, down the mountain, and Song Ziyu returned to the Longshan settlement.

In the days that followed, life was uneventful.

Song Ziyu trained the army while rectifying internal affairs.

In Song Ziyu's plan, when everything is ready, he will start his expedition to the west.

It was in this day of preparation.

The envoy of the Northern Iron and Steel Alliance came to Yongsan.