"I'll burn myself to fulfill you?" Wu Yang said suddenly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I'm annoyed. Why should he be sober at this time? I don't want him to be sober at this time. I want him to burn himself and fulfill me.

I should find a way to get him to do it. I've got it. I said, "When you use your divine consciousness to ignite your spiritual body, am I also burning on your spiritual body?"

"That's what you just said. He thought for a long time, then said.

"That's right. I said. "You use your divine sense to ignite your own spirit body, and my spirit body also pounces on it so that we can burn a passage out of here together, you know?"

"I don't know. He replied without hesitation. "All I know is that your spirit body exudes an aura that is harmful to me. I can perceive it, my divine consciousness perceives it. Let's go. I hate you. ”

"What reason do you have to hate someone who never gives up on their goals!? What reason do you have to hate someone who just doesn't want to die? ”

I controlled my consciousness to fly around and around him.

It didn't take long for Wu Yang to speak: "I can perceive that I am about to completely lose my mind. Before I can control it, I'll carry out our fate! If you meet me after reincarnation in the future, please help me embark on the path of cultivating the truth!"

I promised him.

I can't wait.

Suddenly a fire lit up in the darkness. I was instantly sensed by my divine sense. But for a moment, I couldn't tell the color of the flame, and I didn't hesitate...... Well, I hesitated. Then he pounced......

"Deming. "Wu Yang's face, under the glow of the firelight, was clearly seen by me. His almost transparent form was dissipating. Can he understand that the burning of the spirit body is a complete dissipation? I understand. But I don't believe in reincarnation, I only believe in my obsession at the moment.

His face was like that of a wooden man, without the slightest expression. He said my name one last time. His face, in the glow of the firelight, has been thoroughly imprinted into my memory, in the depths.

In the dark, the spark that radiates alone.

My spiritual body was not burned by Wu Yang's spontaneous flames. But I could feel the change all over my body. No, it's not a change, it's that there seems to be a force pulling at me. But I don't know where that power is coming from.

Why would I have to burn my method with fire to get out of here?

I do not know.

But I really got out of here. Stepping on Wu Yang's transparent spiritual body with desperate and complicated eyes.

At the end of the burning, he wanted to give up. He wants to pull me along and stay here forever. In the nick of time, I used Illusion to control him......

......

Right now. I've become a ghost. Wandering cautiously in the world that I suddenly felt a little strange.

Now, I have three options before me.

One: Find a random mortal to take away. But if the other party doesn't have a primordial root, I can only spend my life as a mortal in this life. The book says: The seizure can only be carried out once.

Two: Infiltrate the Xiuzhen Academy and take away a first-class warlock. However, this is completely an act of looking for death, every Xiuzhen Academy is shrouded in formations, and I, as a ghost, can't enter. Even if you go in, you will be discovered, and then you will be exterminated by those masters.

But I have a compromise method, wait for the students in Xiuzhen Academy to come out, and then take the house.

Three: I haven't figured it out yet.

Yes. Lang Lang Qiankun. The sun was shining outside, and I was hiding in a ruined temple in a small village village. The ruined temple is dedicated to a certain person who cultivates the truth. I meditate on my past in a ruined temple. Why am I doing this? I feel like I've lost so many memories and been in that seemingly eternal darkness for too long.

One day, a couple of kids came in. I remember that I needed to give up someone to be born again. I also remember that they needed to have a root in them.

In the sun, I was very uncomfortable. So I stayed in the ruined temple for a long time, under the table.

The child finished frolicking and left the place. I spent a lot of time curled up under the Mighty Man's Pedestal Offering Table.

Deming. That's my name. Wu Yang used to be my friend. I used to be a cultivator, but then I died. Now it's ghosts.

Time is constantly moving, and I feel that my memories are getting less and less. I need to give it up to keep my memories from draining. Take it away.

Snatch away. I looked at the children frolicking in the temple, and the thought kept running through my mind. I forgot. Maybe I didn't know it before. I'm Deming. I'm a ghost now. I want to live forever. I'm going to take it away.

The children frolicking in the temple are gone again. I looked at the darkness and remembered the temperature. Cold. At this time, it should be cold. Why isn't it cold? Why can't I feel cold?

Night. A couple of men and women sneakily came in. They did something, and then they sneaked away. I watched them sink in lust with a cold eye.

The heavens and the earth are illuminated by the sun. I still hid under the offering table, looking at the green grass outside the door, and the old linden tree, and the green leaves fluttering in the wind. Look at the heaven and the earth, and the rain falls. I felt the noise.

Green. The grass was green. Green leaves fall on green grass. The leaves are yellow. It's snowing. White snow. The kids are having snowball fights and building snowmen. Laughter fills their mouths.

Some rejoice, others suffer. The old man came to the temple to pray, praying that his son would be happy for a lifetime. The young people came to the temple to pray, praying that they would find the Ruyi Lady and Lang Jun. Pray that they will have many things, that they will be blessed with eternal peace.

Children also come to pray for something to eat. Pray that parents don't quarrel with each other.

I've seen too much. Under the offering table of the ruined temple. I don't want to look at it.

That kid, I've been watching for too long. I've been looking at it for too long, and that kid may have a root in his body. If I don't give it up, I'll really forget that I'm Deming. Do I still exist when I forget my name?

That day. Everything is calm. It didn't rain or blew it. The child, as usual, got out of school and followed his companion to the ruined temple to play marbles. They were laughing. I pounced on him while he was laughing......

I forgot how to take it away. Just pounce on it, right? I'll pounce on it.

......

From then on, I had a physical body. I still remember my name and have a lot of new memories. The former owner of these memories is named Dai Shengwu. He lived in this world for eleven years, and then I suddenly took over his life. No, I just took over his flesh. I, or Deming. As for the fact that our surname will be the same, in fact, this is one of the reasons why I chose to take him away.

Fifth grade of primary school. In the future, I'm going to go to a mortal school, and then I'm going to go to a monastery to test the roots when this body is sixteen? No, I'm not going to a monastic academy again. If this body can absorb the vitality, why should I stay here?