Lu Xuanyu looked at the sky melancholy: "Sister, let me ask you a question, how did you die before you crossed over?" ”

Shi Yu: "...... brother, don't you think it's rude to ask this?"

"Sleep and wake up and cross."

"It seems that Tiandao still has preferential treatment for girls, and the way I died is much worse than yours..."

Lu Xuanyu was talkative and kept talking.

Lu Xuanyu asked again: "When you came through, was One Piece finished?" ”

"Not yet..."

"Not yet..."

"I kind of miss my days on Earth..."

Lu Xuanyu looked at the sky with his chin in his hands.

At this moment, he inexplicably misses his life on Earth.

After pondering for a moment, Shi Yu began to fool him: "Brother, we are in a book now. ”

Lu Xuanyu was curious: "Who is the male protagonist in this book?" What about me? What about me? What is the role? ”

"The male protagonist is the Demon Venerable Rong Yuan, and this book is written about the story of the blackened male protagonist who dominates the world with a cool bomb, so I hugged the golden thigh of the male protagonist as soon as I came."

"Girl, you're a cow..."

Shi Yu made it up casually: "You are the male partner in the article, because you fought with Rong Yuan for a woman, and you ended up in a disillusionment." ”

Lu Xuanyu was embarrassed for a while: "Ahem, cough, cough... That woman can't be you..."

Shi Yu was silent.

But Lu Xuanyu understood what she meant.

Thinking of what happened in the secret realm, Lu Xuanyu couldn't help but believe it a little.

Rong Yuan's cold overlord aura can also break the fairy sword with two fingers, which is the standard for a proper male protagonist.

Lu Xuanyu made up a lot of things in his brain, and his face changed a few times.

Shi Yu began to say again: "I remind you this time, I don't want you to die again, and provoke the male protagonist again." ”

Lu Xuanyu promised: "Don't worry! I'm still very sorry for my life, I will resolutely not touch the woman of the Demon Venerable in the future! ”

Shi Yu sighed: "I actually want to cultivate Rong Yuan into an honest and kind young man. ”

"So you don't mess with me anymore, you know?"

"Got it." Lu Xuanyu hurriedly nodded: "Sister, come on, this difficult task will be handed over to you, since you are a fellow countryman, you have to report to the group to keep warm." ”

Lu Xuanyu made a cheering action: "We must firmly believe that we are highly educated modern people, and we must face difficulties and overcome all difficulties." ”

Shi Yu "......" was caught off guard and was poured a few mouthfuls of poisonous chicken soup.

She felt that she was almost done, and began to ask, "Now, you have to tell me how to heal his eyes." ”

-

The other side.

As soon as Shi Yu returned to the sect, Rong Yuan immediately felt the loneliness of the empty nesters.

There were not many people in the Burning Love Palace, and as soon as Shi Yu left, it became more and more quiet, except for the occasional few birds chirping on the branches, and a small black dragon wandering around him, there was no other sound.

In fact, Rong Yuan doesn't talk much on weekdays, but at least when people are around, there will always be a little more fresh air.

The more Rong Yuan thought about it, the more irritated he became: "Little black dragon, don't turn around, it makes me dizzy." ”

"Master, you miss a woman." Little Black Dragon in a word.

Rong Yuan glared at it: "Aren't you talking nonsense?" ”

The little black dragon squeezed his eyes: "Master, I have a few books of words from the mortal world, do you want to use them to pass the time?" ”

"You let the deity read a book?"

"It's not a book, it's a book."

"What's that?"

"The master will know by looking at it."

As he spoke, the little black dragon took out a few books without covers from his space.

There is a blank space on the book cover, how strange it looks.

Out of curiosity, Rong Yuan picked up a copy and opened it casually.

The moment he saw the contents inside, Rong Yuan suddenly froze.

This is...... What?

This incense. Yan. Dew. The description of the bones, this beautiful and vivid illustration, he was at a loss when he held the notebook, and the roots of his ears were hot as if they were on fire.