The little half-immortal in a coma naturally couldn't hear everyone talking, but his eyes suddenly opened again and looked at Mo Yan fixedly.

Mo Yan frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

When I woke up, it was naturally Gonggong, who was also sleeping, but I smelled a familiar breath, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Mo Yan.

When everyone saw the little half-immortal wake up, they were surprised and happy at first, only Mo Liunian had experienced it once before, and immediately came back to his senses when he heard Mo Yan say this.

Mo Liunian said: "It is the water lord who works together, and the primordial spirit of the co-worker is in the body of the little half-immortal." ”

Gonggong pulled Mo Yan's hand, "Who are you?"

Mo Yan wanted to break away but found that the strength of the co-worker was very great, and the little half-immortal had already told Mo Yan about the co-work, and Mo Yan said: "I am a friend of the little half-immortal." ”

The co-worker narrowed his eyes and asked, "What's your name?"

Mo Yan said: "Mo Yan." ”

Gonggong was a little dazed, and finally let go of Mo Yan's hand, "I didn't expect to see the old man again, which is a happy event." ”

The rest of the people, including Mo Yan, didn't understand what Gonggong said, and Gonggong was obviously in a really good mood at the moment, so he said, "Do you know the Twelve Ancestors?"

Mo Liunian didn't know, but Mo Yan and Banxian Yao knew that according to legend, Pangu used the Pangu axe to split the chaos, used the Taiji Diagram to fix the earth, fire, feng shui, distinguish the turbidity, open up the desolate world, evolve the six reincarnations, and live endlessly.

Pangu was unable to support the power of opening heaven and earth, and the primordial spirit was divided into three clears, and most of the essence and blood of the body turned into twelve ancestral witches, and a small part circulated in the six reincarnations.

Although the ancestral witch is the authentic Pangu, he is not Pangu, so he does not enjoy the essence of opening the sky and the three treasures of opening the sky, and he is under Nuwa Taiyi, and he is the younger sister and younger brother.

The twelve ancestors are: Dijiang, Jumang, Beishu, Gonggong, Zhurong, Candle Jiuyin, Qiangliang, Haobi Corpse, Tianwu, Gongzi, Xuanming, and Houtu.

The water lord is also one of the twelve ancestral witches, ranked fourth, the twelve ancestral witches are one, according to legend, when the twelve ancestors and witches gather together to use the twelve heavenly gods and demons array, they can condense the true body of Pangu, open the world, destroy the world, and there are few matches under the three clears.

It's a pity that the twelve ancestors and witches have always been unified, almost all of them are two or three in groups, and some of them are even more powerful, such as Gonggong and Zhurong, which are thousands of years after the death of Pangu, none of them can condense into the true body of Pangu.

And what Gonggong felt in Mo Yan was the breath of life, and this breath was unique to his old friend and his second brother Jumang.

Gonggong stared at Mo Yan for a long time, sighed and said, "Although you still have a sentence of divine breath on your body, it's a pity that too much heterozygosis is no longer pure." ”

Mo Yan never thought that he would be a descendant of Mu Shen Jumang, but thinking about these sixteen Xuanmen, no one knew where they came from or when they appeared.

Gonggong said: "Although the divine breath is not pure, you can help the little half-immortal." ”

When everyone heard this, they immediately held their breath and listened, and said together: "You have the breath of life in your body, so you should provoke a lot of demons before the age of eighteen." ”

This is not wrong, there were many monsters who fought Mo Yan's idea during that time, but none of them wanted his life, but he often woke up and went to the monster's cave.

Those monsters didn't harm him, they only took a few drops of his blood every day, Mo Yan was simply annoyed, this situation appeared for the fourth time, and his yard was set up with extremely powerful prohibitions and enchantments, and this situation was alleviated a lot, but there were still monsters who were not afraid of death to covet it.

His voice became smaller and smaller, Wang Shen didn't listen to the truth for a while, raised his eyes to look, only to see that he had quietly closed his eyes, drooped his head, even his lips were snow-white, and he didn't even seem to have the strength to say a word more, his heart was anxious, and he just urged the waiter: "Hurry up, go quickly!"

Wen Liangyu glanced at me, his eyes were inexplicably sad, his black pupils were so deep that I couldn't reach the distance, I wanted to stop him, but he turned around with an umbrella and walked towards the teaching building with his back to me, I looked at his back embarrassedly, just like the decision when I left, I opened my mouth slightly for a while, and looked at the teaching building with a blank look.

From the moment my aunt's boat appeared in our sight, Wang Liver was silent. I saw his body trembling. His mouth was half-open, and his wet eyes were fixed on the boat.

He stepped forward and took her arm, successfully sharing some of the weight of her body, she turned her face to look at her, her eyes were strangely shining, empty and panicked, her usual calm patience was completely gone, and she actually grabbed his wrist as if she was asking for help.

Standing outside the thatched house, a lamp hung on the eaves, emitting a faint light. Leaning on Nineteen's shoulder, convinced that she couldn't see my facial movements, her eyes widened and she stared at the old man in the back. The old man, who was still looking up at the sky at first, seemed to sense my gaze and lowered his head in a daze.

The wind blew, and with a "woo" sound, the rain in the sky was also slanted. Zhang Xiaofan's clothes were wet in a few places, but he didn't care at all, and only looked forward in amazement. In the wind and rain, some people hold umbrellas with their bare hands, standing silently under the trees in the rain, standing quietly. Her eyes were as bright as water, and her eyes flowed, as if she had heard something and felt something, and the woman turned her head slightly. The sky is silent, the wind and rain are silent. He and the woman looked at each other silently, silently. The wind and rain are still blowing and falling......

As soon as she opened her eyes, at the end of the long road, the dust raised had also subsided, and the person had gone away without a trace, but her ears could clearly hear his soft but determined tone: "Wait for me to come back, soon." She lifted her hand, her fingers stiff and shaky from too much force, and it took a great deal of effort to open it. A jade carved lotus flower bloomed quietly in her palm.

The young man with poor eyesight closed his eyes and refused to look at her, and as soon as her breath approached him, he flicked his sleeves and called, this time even hiding his hands in his sleeves and refusing to touch her. Cheng Be's face was full of disgust, he turned his face, his long hair was attached to his cheeks, and he looked thin and weak.

Gu Yunsheng couldn't tell whether it was for Jiang Tian or his mother at that moment, he only knew that his strength was drained in an instant, and what he wanted to say was forgotten in an instant, he just lowered his shoulders and lowered his head, and didn't remove his hand for a long time. Those tears slid down his fingers, and they were completely cold.

Looking at the hesitation, the beautiful scenery is foggy, slowly staggering, and thinking helplessly. Looking at yourself, laughing at yourself, talking about yourself, listening to yourself, only to understand that you are just being watched, laughed at, talked, and listened to, only to realize that let yourself look and laugh, you have to talk and listen to yourself, so that you can read and say, and then laugh after listening, otherwise?

The corpses lay across the street, some still staring at the world with nostalgia, others staring at the man who had slashed his sword at them without blinking. Chu Wuchen didn't dare to look at such eyes, his heart was full of uneasiness, he felt that she would leave him.

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