At that time, Ding Yi was already a girl who was almost twelve, and her thoughts and thoughts were much more complicated than that of the nine-year-old Fuyi.

Her treatment on Ziyun Mountain is extremely poor, and she has a unique care and love from the lord of Qingyu Mountain, but the lord of Ziyun Mountain often crosses her eyebrows and coldly eyes, and other female slaves in the mountain also fall into the well.

is the same single golden spiritual root, but the life is completely different.

A person who is fortunate to be taken care of by the mountain master, even if he has no door on his lips, and often talks nonsense in the mountains to cultivate the theory of usefulness, he has never received any actual punishment.

The other not only has to endure the inexplicable anger of the mountain master, but also has to endure the insults and ridicule of the slave girls around him, and once he has the intention of fighting back, he will immediately attract more serious punishment.

Seeing that Fu Yi was practicing happily all day long, not taking the tasks assigned to her seriously, and being as free as a bird that could fly out of the mountain at any time, Ding Yi's eyes when she looked at her again were no longer simple likes and envy.

Life in the mountains is different, and the life of the mundane is also very different.

The family was warm and comfortable before the disaster, the family was happy, loved each other, and there were few small contradictions.

And Ding Yi lost her father since she was a child, her mother hurriedly married to another village and never came back, and after her brother got married, she no longer interacted with her two younger sisters, but her sister had the intention to pull her, but her brother-in-law's family gave her a cold eye.

So when he heard that Fuyi was living so happily even in the ordinary world, Ding Yi finally couldn't bear it, even if he made up lies, he had to narrow the gap between himself and Fuyi.

Until now, Fu Yi still remembers the strange glint in Ding Yi's eyes when he told the "story". When I think about it carefully, even the tone in which she said each sentence is clear.

"My mother often rushes to the market, so she quietly runs back to see me, and when she doesn't see her sister, she only sees me. Well, this is the ring she knitted with spirit grass on the road. There are bracelets, necklaces, garlands, and so many things to weave! Unfortunately, I was in too much of a hurry when I was taken away by the demon lord, so I had time to put on this ring. ”

Ding Yi, who was immersed in the story, had a gentle expression, a smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes fluttering, but no matter how he looked at it, it gave people a sense of cloudiness.

Fu Yi doesn't need to take the ring to observe, this spirit grass is like silk grass next to a small river in the east of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, the lord of Qingyu Mountain said that this grass is a unique spiritual plant in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, extremely flexible, and can be collected and handed over to the mountain to refine shoes.

Ding Yi's hometown is 108,000 miles away from the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, and it is mainly produced by the fire spirit mine, so he can't give birth to silk grass with strong wood spirit.

What's more, when the two first met, Ding Yi said in a casual chat that her mother had long stopped interacting with them, and even if they met on the road, they wouldn't recognize each other.

Ding Yi was immersed in the stories of her mother's secret visits every time, describing the bracelets and garlands she had forgotten at home, the scent of her mother and the tone of her voice when she spoke, as if all this had really happened.

At the age of nine, Fu Yi didn't understand what it meant, but simply felt that she was lying too slippery, and her eyes were getting more and more weird, and it was better to have less contact in the future.

So when Ding Yi wanted to continue, Fu Yi simply interrupted her.

"I'm going back to Qingyu Mountain, you should go back early and hand in the task. By the way, I may have to hurry up and practice in the future, and I don't have much time to come out and play. Ding Yi, you also have to practice hard, if you can become the master of the mountain, you can occasionally go out of the mountain to practice. ”

Ding Yi nodded slowly, she was still a little immersed in the story for a while and couldn't wake up, she looked at Fu Yi in a daze, and said, "Our mountain lord has started to treat me well recently, and I won't look for opportunities to come out to do tasks in the future." ”

Fuyi didn't think much about it, congratulated her with a smile, waved his hand and turned around to leave. Suddenly, Ding Yi's voice came from behind him.

"Whisk your clothes!"

"Huh, what's wrong?"

Fu Yi turned around and looked back, Ding Yi was standing in the shadow of a big tree, unable to see the expression on his face.

"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't congratulated you on advancing to the fourth layer of qi refining. ”

"Ah, thank you, and congratulations!"

Seeing that she had nothing else to say, Fuyi waved her hand again and trotted away, and from then on, she never saw Ding Yi again except on formal occasions.

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After listening to Fuyi's narration, He Xiang's expression inevitably carried a trace of disdain, and he couldn't help but sneer: "Hmph, no wonder she wants to use your identity, she can't wait to follow your appearance in every move, it turns out that she has planted demons since she was a child." ”

Phantom You's expression didn't change, he couldn't see anything calmly, but his right hand was holding the tea bowl tightly, if it wasn't for the material being strong enough, he would have crushed it alive. "Is everything about her fake?"

Fu Yi shrugged her nose awkwardly, and comforted herself very intimately: "I think her feelings for you are real!"

He Xiang: "This is really a pot that can't be opened." No wonder she tried to persuade you to leave with her a few days ago, but fortunately you didn't. ”

He Xiang told him about the previous incident, and he realized why Ding Yi looked lost and depressed when he left Sanssouci Courtyard last time. It seems that she knows that she will not be able to hide it anymore, so she wants to go away with Phantom You, anyway, she has deceived a lot of resources, and it is enough to use the ascension.

Who knew that Phantom You was too stubborn, he didn't stay for four hundred years and refused to leave, and Sanssouci couldn't control him for a long time, but he still fulfilled his promise very seriously.

His refusal will definitely disappoint Ding Yi to the extreme, and before she came back to her senses, she was invited to the City Lord's Mansion by Gongsun Ayayu, and all kinds of pressure forced her to leave.

"She's not coming back. "Fu Yi knows that it can't be done to wait for the rabbit here, and if she wants to find Ding Yi, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack, her secret technique of changing her appearance and breath is very exquisite, and she will change her appearance and act in a low-key manner, and even the many eyeliners of the four pavilions may not be able to find clues.

If that doesn't work, you'll have to find something that will attract her. Fu Yi knew that this matter still had to rely on Phantom You, so it was better to say hello to him in advance. "Phantom Fellow, if I need to lure Ding Yi out, can I ask you for a little favor?"

Phantom You glanced at her, and quickly lowered his eyes again, his heart full of mixed emotions.

This is the real clothes in front of him, and his temperament and appearance are the appearance of his sweetheart, but for some reason, he doesn't feel a trace of love when he sees her.

Could it be that what he likes is Ding Yi? But he didn't know what Ding Yi was like, not to mention that when he thought of Ding Yi's swagger and deception, he also had a lingering disgust in his heart.

So what is the emotion that he is clinging to now and refuses to let go? It is an ethereal obsession that has nothing to do with the clothes and clothes. Phantom You sighed, raised his head and looked at Fu Yi and said, "Yes, Daoist friends just open their mouths." ”