Huo Yunche suddenly came back to his senses.

She had some guesses about the identity of the phantom.

After all, most of the family members Wang Dong occasionally talked about with them seemed to be his eldest father and second father, but his biological parents and nothing were mentioned much, only that when he asked about it when he was a child, he was told that it was in the distant sky.

I didn't understand it when I was a child

But when you grow up, this kind of statement that your relatives are silently watching you in the sky, most of them will have such an answer in their hearts.

It's just the difference between admitting and not recognizing.

Huo Yunche looked at the shadow that had faded a little, as if he remembered something, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and then he asked with a little worry: "Senior, you. Want to meet Wang Dong? ”

"Thank you, little friend, but no." Phantom shook his head with a smile, "I'm just someone who didn't even exist in Xiao Tong'er's memory." Identity or something, it's just synonymous. Even if we see each other now, it will only increase our sadness, so it is better not to see it. ”

Besides, it's not that he doesn't want to see him, it's just that the time has not yet come. When the time comes, they. We'll see each other again.

The phantom secretly suppressed his thoughts, swallowed the word "good" that had already rushed out of his throat, and smiled.

"The seniors are transparent, but the younger generations are in the face."

Huo Yunche clenched his fists and arched his hands, hiding the pain in his eyes, and his face was full of admiration.

Between the questions and answers of the two, the phantom's figure became a little thinner, and the originally stable energy fluctuations tended to be disordered, from the bottom to the top, a little bit annihilated, like a bubble, but in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the air.

"Finally. Remnant. Energy should be regarded as chance. ”

The remaining images of the phantom could no longer be continued, and even the voice of the speech became intermittent and confused, as if covered with a thin veil, so that the audience who listened attentively were all in the clouds.

Huo Yunche is not exempt from "vulgarity".

Before she could think about the meaning of the phantom's words, the phantom raised her hand, and the collapsed figure suddenly stabilized in place, the azure luster flashed, and the power of the previous annihilation seemed to have never been swallowed, and honestly replenished back into the phantom's body.

But he didn't stop there.

Hands stamped.

The dazzling golden color almost rendered most of the sky with his movements, and the brilliant gold and azure blue were intertwined several times, and finally it was under the attachment of the two compartments, bursting open.

Wisps of energy condensed with strange ancient rhymes spread out in all directions, causing an uproar in Huo Yunche's spiritual sea.

The wind and clouds surged, the waves rolled up, and the black and red color on the sea surface seemed to have been washed away, and the color faded slightly.

The sea of black and red, which was shrouded in dim blackness before, was the first time to experience such a replacement of the cart and the horse, but it made the red mang turn over and sing as a serf, and snatched the control in one fell swoop.

Seeing this scene, how could Huo Yunche not know what the meaning was hidden under the part that the phantom had not been able to listen to before.

Her eyes were slightly moist, and she bowed deeply to the phantom.

Being able to do this for a stranger who met for the first time, with such a mind and courage, she sighed to herself.

The phantom chuckled, and the figure took a step forward between the constant light and extinction, and put a big hand on Huo Yunche's head, as if to appease and inherit, and the last trace of strength poured out, cutting away her dryness and murderous aura that had surged a little because of the repeated use of the power of the evil eye.

Tranquility and peace followed.

Huo Yunche was a little surprised to find that his originally somewhat fluctuating state of mind had not only stabilized, but also faintly had a posture to improve, but he still needed to wait for an opportunity.

The phantom that had lost the last trace of energy could no longer maintain his human form, he raised his head slightly, his hands behind his back, as if through Huo Yunche's spiritual sea, he saw a clown who kept jumping his feet, his eyes showed a mocking look, and then he looked up to the sky and roared as soon as possible.

The scepter was the first to disappear.

This back. Why does it feel so familiar?

Huo Yunche, who was standing behind him, blinked slightly, as if he had been blessed to his heart, and quickly threw out his doubts: "Senior, did the first Shrek have eight monsters?" ”

There was unprecedented anticipation and hesitation in the tone.

The phantom looked back in amazement, and was about to say something, but before he could say anything, it completely dissipated.

Leaving Huo Yunche alone to stand quietly in the sea of spirits.

Look blank.

Divine Realm.

Tang San, who was playing against his friends, suddenly shook his head, and a large number of memories suddenly appeared in his mind, even if it was him, he couldn't help but need to spend time combing through.

"Little San, it's your turn."

Dai Mubai, who didn't know why, didn't wait for Tang San to fall, he raised his eyes a little puzzled, but saw that Tang San had a rare performance for him.

Worry, joy, relief, gentleness, and a fleeting murderous aura, as well as a final freeze of astonishment and vague luck.

He raised his eyebrows with interest, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Tang San, and after no response, the hand holding the chess fell, and he leaned lazily on the back of the chair, quietly watching the gaffe that their family had always been strategizing and confident in three hundred years.

I don't know which guy is so capable?

"Hey, it's dangerous." Tang San sighed secretly, remembering the last moment of the memory thread fed back by the clone, the last sharp question of a certain little guy, he couldn't help but be stunned.

He should. There's nothing flawed in any place, right?

"What's so risky?" Dai Mubai stepped forward for a long time, and his eyes were full of narrowness, "What?" Could it be that there was some surprise that Xiao Wu prepared to hide from your family, but it was almost discovered? ”

"Boss Dai!" Tang San shook his head with a smile, picked up a chess piece and fell, "It's a surprise, but I'm afraid that you will be discovered by secretly hiding Ah Yi's album of Zhuqing's characteristics." ”

"What?!" Dai Mubai was so shocked that he couldn't even take care of the chess game, his face was full of bitterness and sorrow, "Little San, you can't see death and not save it!" ”

"Old."

Tang San's words did not fall, and when his eyes touched a few figures, he coughed lightly.

Boss Dai, you should ask for more blessings

He pushed Dai Mubai's gaze for help back a little calmly, and then got up to greet him, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Xiao Wu, Zhuqing, why are you here?"

Takekiyo.

Dai Mubai felt as if a boulder had been pressed on his shoulder, and turned around stiffly and abruptly.

"Wear! Bathe! White! ”

"Yes!"

"Explain? Well? ”

"Zhuqing, I was wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"Wrong"

Tang San grabbed Xiao Wu's shoulders and watched the two of them go away, then lowered his head and whispered a few words in Xiao Wu's ear.

Xiao Wu's eyes were slightly bright, smiling, and the small pearl pools in her eyes were scattered little by little, which was so delicate that she didn't know where the scenery was.

(End of chapter)