Fan Jingxing became the new head of the Sword Spirit Sect.

When the post was delivered to the Ethereal Illusion Mansion, Rong Hui was thinking about what clothes to wear to go out.

It must be the most shining, the most gorgeous, and it must be stunning.

There is a palace in the Ethereal Palace dedicated to the placement of fine clothes, tiaras and the like.

Rong Hui picked a set of satisfactory returns, and met Li Yanhui who was holding a large pile of letters.

"Why are there so many letters?"

Li Yan replied: "You are a god sitting here, and the people who are stammering have lined up from here to Qiongzhou, and there are many beautiful male cultivators who recommend themselves to the pillows, tsk, Master, are you old bachelors about to bloom peach blossoms?"

Rong Hui joked: "Well, it's not impossible to consider raising noodles. ”

Li Yan replied: "......"

He's just hi in the mouth.

That's all.

"The letter at the top looks so familiar to me. ”

Rong Hui looked at the quaint envelope and signed: Qili Fruit.

The font is familiar.

The name is also a bit familiar.

But Rong Hui couldn't think of anything.

"Master, you're talking about this. Li Yanhui handed her the letter, "This Qili Taoist friend changed the aisle number, it used to be called Qili Nana, and the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion can be rebuilt thanks to her full support, otherwise you can only nest in the thatched hut now and gnaw on the nest." ”

After the little apprentice said this, Rong Hui suddenly remembered, and she smiled: "In the future, her letter will be given to me as soon as possible, and she will be kind to me." ”

"Huh?"

Li Yan was stunned, "This fairy is still kind to you?"

"Without her, I'm afraid you won't be able to see your teacher become a god, she is my most important friend in the Dachen realm. ”

Rong Hui threw the clothes to Li Yanhui to hold, read the letter of the beautiful fairy at a glance, turned back to the table and replied to the letter.

Qili Taoist friends Zhan Xin'an:

I haven't seen you for many years, but I don't know if my best friend is okay?

I just recently returned to the Ethereal Mansion, and I'm sorry for not being able to reply on time.

It's a long story.

Because of other adventures, I have not been in the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion for the past three hundred years, and I regret that I have missed many letters from my best friends.

The junior brother said that a few years ago, the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion encountered a crisis, but fortunately, his best friends were able to turn the crisis into safety.

Ah Yu is not good at running the sect's finances, and the Ethereal Fantasy Mansion relies on his best friends to get through difficulties again and again, every time I think of you working hard for me, I can't reply to letters one after another, so that you are worried and worried, I apologize deeply.

Since my ascension, I often have nightmares, and when I wake up in the middle of the night, my hands and feet are always cold, and my heart is panicked.

Ah Yu has asked me several times about my nightmares, but I haven't said a word, and some things are not suitable for me to talk to him, so I can only share the bitterness with you in letters.

The tricks of the fairy world are no different from those in the mortal world.

There are those who are selfish, but there are very few who are selfless.

Mr. Bai's experience has made me have nightmares every day, and I am often terrified in the face of the immortals with strong cultivation, not because I am afraid that the immortals will rise up to murder me, but because I am worried that I will slaughter the immortal world.

Many ruthless Taoists will not die well.

It's not just practitioners who don't die well.

His relatives and friends are also among those who will not die well.

This is the root of my nightmare.

The desire to kill in my heart is increasing day by day, and the fairy world is restless, and I don't know how long I can control it.

Today, I have benefited a lot from reading the letters of my best friends, and I have already realized something.

The letter to the Buddha is like a reassuring pill, so that my state of mind suddenly opens.

A few words to tell Qing the bottom of my heart are not enough to express my thoughts for my best friend.

I have blessed Qing in the name of God: the sun, the moon, the month, the years, the years, the longevity and health.

On September 20 of the year of Gengzi, Rong Huishu.