"Neither of the two parties is convinced of the other, and now that the Magicians Association has made such a big mistake, isn't it just to give them a chance," Fu Yong smiled meaningfully.

"However, the Magic Association has been revealing strange things lately."

"No matter what, we have to remember that our ultimate goal is not to kill Yan Qiao," Fu Yong said, covering the murderous aura in his eyes.

Elder Ming nodded, "Don't worry, I can still carry this."

Fu Yong snorted, and suddenly remembered something and laughed at himself, "However, I don't seem to be able to beat it."

The old man's eyebrows beat wildly, for fear that he would suddenly go crazy again, "No, not necessarily...... You're excusable."

Fu Yong's eyes were deep, "Okay, that's all for the arrangement."

Elder Ming instantly understood what he meant, and stood up, "So I'll leave first."

Fu Yong raised the teacup and let him hurry away, his eyebrows lowered, and a little gloomy emerged.

His fingers tightened slightly, and the teacup in front of him was slightly deformed, and he used a spell to control it and directly crush the teacup and dissipate into the air.

Outside the collection room, Fu Lao was listening to a small song, and the whole person seemed extraordinarily leisurely.

Suddenly, his ears moved, "Why are you hiding since Your Excellency is here?"

Luo Yi's figure appeared, and she looked at the old man in front of her, "I didn't expect that after many years, you have now become an orange peel."

Fu Lao suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the still young woman in front of him, his lips moved, "Senior Sister Luoyi, do you have any deathbed regrets that you haven't finished?"

Luo Yi laughed, "That's right, I have a lot of regrets about my deathbed."

Fu Lao looked at the vivid woman in front of him, and hesitated to speak, "You...... Not dead?" It's not that I don't believe it, but I'm a little too surprised.

"You said that I am the reincarnation of Lao Wang Ba, how can I die so quickly? I'm not good at anything else, it's hard to die," she sat on the recliner next to Fu Lao, "You're used to being lazy."

Fu Lao's expression was a little trance and a little strange, more questioning and confused.

"Alright, your old face isn't as good-looking as it used to be, it's too spicy," she waved her hand, "and still loves to drink so much."

Fu Lao was silent, "Senior sister, are you okay all these years?"

"Hey, say yes, that's it, it's not good, life is still there, at least I'm much better than some old friends," she picked up a flask, "This wine is all now, right?"

I raised my head and took a sip, "In the end, I still lost the taste of the year."

"Yes, things have been wrong for so many years," Fu Lao's tone was a little erratic.

"Why is this expression not happy to see me coming back?" Luo Yi wiped his mouth, and his posture was heroic and free.

"Happy, just a little scared," Fear is a mirror, fear is a dream, fear waking up and everything is empty.

"Hahahaha," Luo Yi raised her hand and a carving knife appeared, she drank the wine directly, and carved a small figure from the local materials, "Does it look like you are now?" She handed the little old man in her hand to Fu Lao.

Fu Lao took it, and the fiery touch made him cry instantly, "Senior sister!"

What a sincere shout, but Luo Yi directly flicked his fingers at his head, "You're all old, and you're still pretending to be a child, don't you be ashamed."

Fu Lao wiped his tears, "I thought, I really thought you ...... But how did you get out, senior sister?"

Knowing that he had lost someone, Fu Lao simply sat up frankly.

Luo Yi shook another flask, "That's a long story...... mentioning it is another past that is not worth remembering.

Fu Lao smiled, "Then let's not talk about it, the return of Senior Sister is the biggest good thing."

Luo Yi narrowed his eyes comfortably, "I came back this time to go behind the scenes, you don't mind if I squeeze with you, right?" Your little place is unattended, but it is suitable for me to retire."

Fu Lao laughed, "Senior sister can live as long as she wants."

Luo Yiwaner

Laughing, "But I really didn't expect you to age so quickly."

Her words turned too fast, making Fu Lao a little crying and laughing, "Maybe I'm just a worried fate."

Luo Yi snorted twice, "That's it, I'm an old man left and right," she was happy again, "But you don't make it easy for me to play tricks on you, otherwise, I always feel like I'm bullying the old man."

"Senior sister is still the same young," Fu Lao replied with a smile.

"You forgot that I practiced the reincarnation technique, when did you get old?" She sipped her wine very comfortably.

When the breeze blows, there are always people who travel thousands of miles to go home, break through the layers of obstacles and return to their sleeping place, when they see the old people, the understatement is over, what is worth it, just hide everything in the old things.

The sorrow between the eyebrows is blown by the wind, when you meet again, you are still the same as back then, Fu Lao raised his head and smiled, God treats him well, at least the old man has returned, and he is still there.

It's just that Fu Lao looked at her, "Don't you really want to see your apprentice?"

Luo Yi stopped drinking, "Why don't you see? It's just not now, and I'll see her again in the good future."

She smiled, "Everything is unstable now, it's better to see each other than not to see each other, living one day is a day, if one day I really die and can't see each other, it will be the best result, let her think that I stayed in the year."

This is her right and her choice, and Fu Lao naturally respects her wishes.

"It's good, it's good," he happily said, lying back in his position.

In the capital of the Northern Snow Country, Cullen received a letter of worship, and the familiar black iron-gold post hit his mind like a nightmare thunder.

His breath quickened for a moment, and the last name haunted him like a nightmare for years.

Kulengoya, the leader of this generation of witches, he held on to the handrail beside him, tried to calm down, took apart the prayer sticker and browsed through the ten lines at a glance, and pressed the handprint in front of him, which also represented that he accepted the visit of the Goya witch.

The post turned into a streamer and flew out, and disappeared into the sky after a while, but Karen still had palpitations, and the feeling of being suppressed hit again, making him can't help but shrink his pupils a little.

The Cullen family, why is it so ghostly, he has only just stabilized his position for a short time, and now he wants to see that nightmare-like existence, although they are not the same person, but that dazzling red has long been his nightmare.

How could anyone be so rebellious, so rebellious that he could ignore the rules, disregard etiquette, arrogant and wanton go his own way, that elder-like woman left a deep shadow in his heart, as long as he thought about it, he would subconsciously want to kneel on the ground, it was an absolute surrender of suppression.