Three thousand were wounded, and half of the remaining mana was lost.

He knew to himself that the longer he stayed in this illusion, the more damage would be done to his body. He could always put his consciousness back in place whenever he wanted.

However, he wants to ensure Jiuluo's safety.

Now, he doesn't know why he had such thoughts. Maybe it's because of her previous kindness, or maybe he just wants revenge.

Sanqian shook off the chaotic thoughts and told himself that only if she lived, he could let her taste the pain of this world. He doesn't kill her, he just makes her empathize.

So, she had to live.

If she didn't have the desire to survive and had been obsessed with the knot in her heart, even if she found the river demon and killed him, Jiuluo would still not be able to escape from the puzzle set by the river demon.

That's how powerful the river demon is.

But how to get her out of the knot, and where is the knot in her heart?

"Don't go, I see you won't be able to find the exit for a while, so let's stay here first. Sanqian saw that she didn't want to leave, so he simply let her go.

Time in the fantasy world is much faster than in reality. One day of illusion, there are only ten breaths of time outside.

When Lingge was scaring Xiao Xianshen by the river, Jiuluo and Sanqian had already lived in their "home" in the mortal world for three days.

Jiuluo still slept in her room, Sanqian slept in the guest room, and her father's room was empty.

The two of them seemed to be living a life, Jiuluo got up in the morning and went to the well to fetch water to wash up, and then went to wash rice and pick vegetables for cooking.

Sanqian wanted to help her, and she pushed him aside and made him sit under the wall in the courtyard to recuperate from his injuries.

The Bodhi lantern was placed on the table of the eight immortals in the hall, and it was a sunny day every day in the illusion.

Three thousand basking in the sun, sitting under the wall and looking at the Bodhi lamp in the room, thinking of the past, my heart was full of emotion.

Jiuluo doesn't actually know how to cook.

She felt that a fairy-like character like Sanqian could accompany her to live in the old mansion that she had been thinking about for a long time, and she must entertain others with the highest standard of treatment.

Entertaining guests must have wine and food.

There is a lot of wine, all in the cellar. Her father loves wine like his life, and he can't finish the wine he has saved for the rest of his life. It's a pity that the wine is still there, but the people are gone.

When Jiuluo moved the wine jar, he thought of his father, and his eyes were sore.

When eating, three thousand only drank wine and did not eat vegetables.

At first, Jiuluo enthusiastically put a lot of vegetables into his bowl.

Sanqian tasted it carefully, and refused to move the chopsticks again.

He knew it was going to be this level.

"No need to be discouraged, I like to drink. Immortal cultivators don't like to eat. You eat it yourself, and you're hungry and thin. You eat more. ”

Sanqian turned all the food back into her bowl, and even pushed the plate of black braised pork in front of him in front of Jiuluo.

Jiu Luo regretted very much at this time that she didn't learn to cook with her mother. She knew that Sanqian was disgusted that this meal was not delicious.

She went to her father's room and rummaged through it, and finally found the heirloom cookbook that her father had written for her mother.

After watching it for a night, I almost memorized it backwards, and the next day I started to practice.

Sanqian sat in the courtyard looking at the blue sky and white clouds, put down the book and picked up the hot tea at hand, glanced at Jiuluo, who was chasing the rooster all over the yard, and hooked the corners of his lips.

It turns out that this is how she came over in the past two hundred years.

It turned out that this was the mortal life that Jiuluo wanted.

"Jiuluo, there are some things that you can't go back to, you just can't go back. ”

Sanqian looked at Jiuluo, who was covered in chicken feathers in front of him, and began to pour cold water on her.

It's a happy thing to forget.

She forgot that she could live so happily.

Is he the only one living in pain?