In other words, Murong Xue will not die if he does not die.

Yan Ning also knew a secret of Murong Xue in his memory.

Murong Xue crossed over from a world called "Modern" and was calculated to death because of a conflict with Su Ziye. Then Murong Xue was reborn, and she tossed herself again, leaving a broken body for Yan Ning.

Yes, Murong Xue's luck is so enviable!

If she is the illegitimate daughter of Tiandao, Yan Ning also believes it.

But Murong Xue is not very lucky, she died young in modern times, she died because of Su Ziye before she was reborn, and she still ended up like this because of Su Ziye after she was reborn.

The difference is that Murong Xue before rebirth had nothing to grow into, so she could only die with hatred.

After being reborn, Murong Xue opened the elixir space, the time flow of the space was extremely slow, and there was a divine spring in it, as well as a powerful instrument spirit, which almost tossed the great enemy Su Ziye to the point of disappearing......

It doesn't matter, what matters is, is Murong Xue really dead?

If Yan Ning guessed correctly, the body she was living in Murong Xue was the masterpiece of the spatial machine spirit that disrupted the order without authorization, and Murong Xue should be in Jiuyou now, and occupied her spirit fetus!

Regarding this matter, Yan Ning, who had lost his cultivation and was dying, and had nothing to rely on, could not express any opinion for the time being.

She had to regain her mobility to the shore before sunset, otherwise the night would fall and the sea would rise, and Yan Ning would only be soaked and swept away.

Although she is a mortal, Yan Ning's ghost cultivation essence still has a little bit, and she can still calculate and know when the tide will ebb and flow.

As the sun moves westward, the warm sea breeze cools down.

Yan Ning had left the beach and touched the lush plants growing in the sand.

Before she could begin to climb any higher, she heard the sound of children playing in the distance, and then getting closer.

The children came from a nearby fishing village, as the beach had an amphibious fish that came ashore at dusk, and they could catch them and exchange them for orbs for monks.

Yan Ning's luck was good, because of the monk's robe she was wearing, she was carried home by an adult called by a certain child.

After living peacefully in the fishing village for two months, Yan Ning's heart injury has finally healed, and he can go down to the field to help the family with some simple chores.

However, because the toxins in her body have not been removed, Yan Ning is still a mute, and she is a weak and dumb person who coughs and vomits blood from time to time, and even a ten-year-old child is stronger than her.

Everyone in the village knew that Yan Ning was a monk who had lost her cultivation, but they did not discriminate against her because of what happened to her, and even for the sake of her good looks, some people hoped to ask Yan Ning to be her daughter-in-law.

The man in charge who picked Yan Ning back didn't want his brother-in-law to be a mute who couldn't even do heavy work, but the descendants of monks were more likely to have children with good qualifications, and he was a little moved.

Being a cultivator is more productive than being a mortal.

There was a monk in the fishing village next door, and I heard that he entered a sect as an inner disciple, and his parents moved to the county seat to become the eldest master, which can be described as unique.

"A-Ning, it's not easy for you to live alone as a weak woman, why don't you enter my house?" At the dining table, the male host directly picked out the words, "A-Yao is young and strong, capable and can love his daughter-in-law, but many girls in the neighborhood want to marry." ”

The young man sitting next to him blushed, and while secretly looking at Yan Ning's expression, he whispered, "Brother, don't be kidding, I'm ...... How can I be worthy of Anin?"

Yan Ning's expression was normal, and he felt that Ah Yao looked at him and smiled at him.

Ah Yao turned his head in shame, he said that he was not good, but in fact, he was humble, so as not to feel bad but Yan Ning had nowhere to refuse.

Yan Ning smiled at him, does it mean that she is interested in him?

Yao was delighted.

The man was also very happy in his eyes, and he smiled heartily: "Choose a good day, and the two of you can get married." However, A-Ning is now Ah Yao's fiancée, and the family doesn't care too much!"

The hostess also laughed, and she called her brother and daughter-in-law affectionately to Yan Ning, and said beautiful words while putting vegetables in Yan Ning's bowl.

The two children were big ghosts, they looked at each other, and they both giggled and called Auntie.

However, as the primary party, Yan Ning was very puzzled.

She came from the Netherworld, and in her more than 500 years of ghost life, she focused on only one thing, and that was cultivation.

And the various rules of the world, like the male protagonist's mouth to enter the door, actually means to be Ayao's wife, Yan Ning, who was born with no memory, is not very clear.

Although she had Murong Xue's vague memory, it was only a cursory glance at the scattered pictures, and it didn't make Yan Ning a qualified human cultivator or mortal.

Yan Ning has indeed lived in the fishing village for two months, and it stands to reason that she should understand more or less, but she is a mute, except for Ah Yao and her two children, almost no one talks to her, and no one talks about these things in front of her.

Therefore, Yan Ning didn't know what the male protagonist meant.

The man said that he entered the house, isn't she living in their house now?

Ah Yao is very liked by girls, that's good, but does this have anything to do with whether she is worthy of her or not?

The man said that she and Ah Yao were husband and wife?

They didn't seem to have asked her opinion on the matter, did they?

Yan Ning swallowed the food in her mouth, looked at the man and shook her head, everyone in the room could hear her voice ringing in their hearts: "I can't be married to Ah Yao." ”

Her goal in life is not to find a good man and marry him as a husband and children, but to reach the pinnacle of cultivation and become an immortal.

This was the first time Yan Ning had shown her abilities as a monk, and the table was so quiet that even the man's heavier breathing could be clearly heard, and everyone looked at her in amazement.

Yan Ning's mouth didn't move, and her voice continued to sound in their hearts: "That magic robe can probably be exchanged for some medium-grade spirit stones, and you take it as a reward for taking me in." But I still owe you a favor, and if there's anything you can't do, you can say it, and I'll probably have a way to solve it. ”

The underworld is the place where all ghosts in the world return, Yan Ning knew a young female ghost who promised to save her life, because this female ghost volunteered to be someone's concubine and ended up missing Qingqing's life, and after she died, she always cried to her, so she was particularly sensitive to this kind of thing.

I'd rather owe heaven a favor than make a personal promise.

The man swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and stood up respectfully and saluted: "I'm sorry, Immortal Master! It's the ignorance of the little people, I have offended you, I beg you to have a lot of them, and you can let us go." ”

It is said that immortals are different, and monks are different from mortals.

They took her robe, and did not say anything, but treated her badly, and asked her to marry in and have children.

Not to mention how Yan Ning thought about it, the male owner already felt that he was too bold, and almost wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Monks don't kill mortals indiscriminately, but if they are annoyed, the wrath is not something mortals can bear.

Who would have thought that a mute girl who was seriously injured and had lost her cultivation would be able to re-embark on the path of cultivation?

This is also the bad luck of the man, or more correctly, he is to blame.

If there is no contempt for the past, where would there be the fear of today?