Maybe there is some inexplicable relationship between the lost memory and the powerful existence I met in my dream inexplicably, that ...... Uncle!

His uncle's!

"You're still there!" a voice of surprise sounded, and after the voice reached its worst, it was no longer able to cry. Whimpering like the wind in the middle of the night, the lonely ghosts in the wind sobbing.

"! I don't die so easily!" the voice scolded, not angry or irritable, just like an old man with gray sideburns, gently patting the crying child on his lap, and muttering.

What's going on? Bu Li was in a trance, and all this that appeared in front of him gave him no idea at all. If you want to say that when you subdue the old vine, that powerful existence made a move with a trace of consciousness, now such an existence seems to have completely woken up, and the majestic coercion is condensed and does not emanate, which makes people look up to the mountains.

Is it a soul or something else? Bu Li was thinking about it when he heard the powerful being say: "It's not impossible to be a tattooed beast, even Lao Tzu and I live in the tattooed carving." But, do you deserve it?!"

As he spoke, Bu Li felt a gust of wind blowing, and countless small silver snakes danced in the sky with lightning flashing out of the sky. There was a coquettish cry, and then a soft body smashed right on him.

"Are you worthy?!" the last sentence uttered by the powerful being was like an echo echoing in the mountains, repeating it constantly, and with each repetition, Bu Li felt a twitch of the delicate body pressing on him. I don't have any special feelings, that's because the extremely strong existence doesn't want to hurt myself, which is far from Zhiludao. And what about Zhang Xitong? How did he get into his own memories?

With magical powers, Zhang Xitong used the ability to engrave on his body to find out why he was so familiar and cordial with Buli. And when the soul technique of the tattoo entered the soul of the step, it alarmed the inexplicable and powerful existence, and there was no fight at all, just by virtue of coercion or a breath of breath, Zhang Xitong's inscription knelt down?

Really kneeling? Really kneeling!

And Zhang Xitong's soul was roared in by the voice of the being, and it fell directly on him. What kind of power is it? Where is it? The last time I subdued the old vine, Bu Li wanted to find his existence, but he didn't have a clue at all.

Bu Li helplessly found that Zhang Xitong's delicate body fell on him, not like two souls, but as if the two of them were really hugging each other in the milky white mist. With every painful convulsion of Zhang Xitong, Bu Li would feel Zhang Xitong's skin like mutton fat and jade gently gliding over his body, and the clothes on his body could not block the heat and smoothness of the young carcass at all, as if the two of them were naked hugging each other.

The scenery is beautiful and fragrant.

Bu Li is not a saint, although he is worried about the uncertain future, his body reacts unnaturally. Zhang Xitong was immersed in a nameless pain in his body and mind in the chaos, but every time after this pain, it was a comfort that penetrated into his heart. When the sound gradually disappeared, Zhang Xitong found that he was lying on Bu Li's body, the animal skin that Bu Li was wearing had been messed up by the convulsions he had just made, and his strong muscles exuded a wild, manly atmosphere, which made Zhang Xitong involuntarily intoxicated.

It's just that in a trance, Zhang Xitong felt that something was wrong with Bu Li's body. I don't know much about men and women, but I also know what happened to Lu Dao Buli. A little face was delicate and red, and he wanted to scold Bu Li angrily, but before he could say anything, he was so ashamed that he buried his head in Bu Li's body. The whole body is the same as Bu Li, and he can't move, maybe this is what Zhang Xitong wants to do in his own consciousness?

"I want to see why you are so kind to Bu Li? Dream about it, what Lao Tzu sealed, few people in the world can open it, let alone such a bullshit Yu Er Shi Lu Realm. ”

Bu Li reluctantly reversed his spirit, took his attention away from Zhang Xitong's fiery carcass, and asked, "Why did you seal my memory?"

"I'm your uncle!"

"......" was speechless in an instant. After being arrogant to a certain extent, it can't be annoying, but I just feel that this powerful existence is really a wonderful person. Of course, this has something to do with the fact that this being will take action whenever Buli encounters danger.

"Uncle, who are you?" Bu Li suddenly smiled and asked directly.

That existence didn't seem to expect that Bu Li would call himself uncle so directly, and a swear word was said with a little warmth.

"Alas. After Da Lang smiled, the existence seemed to remember something, sighed, and said, "Don't ask so much, the more you know, the more troubles you have." You see how good you are, you have become an aphrodisiac of human nature, walking the world. Isn't it great to have traveled all over the country, seen thousands of mountains and rivers, and slept with beauties of all ethnic groups?"

"Uh...... But I don't want to sleep with beautiful women of all races. Bu Li subconsciously felt a little shy and said.

"Breath!" said the being disdainfully, "how did you become a saint in this life?"

"What was this life?

"I told you not to think about it, and when the time comes, you will naturally know the way. You're weak now as an ant, and even such a little guy can run into your memory to disturb me, do you want to know what's the use of so much? Want to taste what you can't do about it?"

"It's my memory anyway!" Bu Li said firmly, not bewildered by the words that existed.

", I won't tell you, I have the ability to open the seal and see it myself!" the being scolded a little impatiently. Then he ignored Bu Li and said, "Did you voluntarily become a carved beast or was you a soul that was beaten to death and sealed?"

"Killed. Zhang Xitong's carved beast sobbed, not for his own experience, but because he had encountered this existence in the soul of Bu Li. Hearing the question of this domineering existence, he replied with sadness.

"The strong are respected, and it's nothing. The rough and merry voice suddenly became gloomy and miserable, as if a gust of yin wind blew into Zhang Xitong's bones, cold to the bones, and the blood veins of the whole body were frozen. The carcass that was hot just now suddenly became cold, like a large piece of ice on himself, and Bu Li didn't need to deliberately distract himself, and all the bath fire was doused by a bucket of cold water.

"Let me think about it. The being seemed to be a little distressed, and Bu Li could hear that the words of the being were completely different from when he was talking to himself, and he was thinking about how to take revenge on the enemy who killed his people.

"Let you go, one will be gone, and the other will be too cheap for this little one. I've slept for too long, I'm a little confused, I want to think about it, let me think about it. ”

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