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Teng Desire doesn't mind, in this dive that is not long or short, there is a little more, but it is not too lonely.

Although Aoba's speed has decreased, it is still faster than Teng Xian, but I didn't expect that this little crab would not fall at all.

It seems that the distance to Nanshan is really coming, and the speed of Aoba is getting slower and slower, according to Teng's prediction, I am afraid that there are 30,000 feet under the sea. couldn't help but be amazed, you know, he went to the East China Sea Dragon Palace before, but it was only a thousand feet under the sea. Compared with the two, it seems that this sea of desire is the real sea.

Boundless and unfathomable.

After a while, Teng's feet finally hit the ground, except for the left side of the slope that resembles a mountain, the rest, in the sense of immortals, are all at the bottom of the sea.

It may not be really the bottom of the sea yet, but for now, it's pretty much there.

Aoba landed on this slope, like a child, like a wanderer who had been absent for many years, and finally returned home.

This feeling makes Tengxi's desire for home stronger.

This is Nanshan, the home of Nanshan.

Teng wanted to raise his head, he couldn't see how high the mountain was, even if his eyes burst into white light, it would not help.

He lifted his hand and grabbed a handful of dirt, slicing it across his fingertips, leaving a delicate and soft touch. Just like the years, leaving a good one, it will also be taken away.

He sighed, looked at the green leaves in front of him, and then looked at the rest of the seaweed, and found that it was all dark green, and he could not find a second verdant leaf.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a faint murmur from above, which seemed to appear by his presence, and seemed to have always existed.

Teng wanted to take a step and step towards the mountain.

The little black crab, which followed closely behind, also fell, and landed on the hillside. It's just that it's a little weird that the seaweed on the side actually slapped it, and it seems to be very annoying.

However, the little crab is quite cheeky and doesn't mind, after all, it doesn't feel anything for it, a creature covered in shells.

It continued to follow the desire, living like a small follower, but in the process, it was continuously slapped by patches of seaweed, and there was a smell of rats crossing the street that everyone shouted and beaten.

It's hard to laugh.

Finally, after being slapped by the ninth piece of seaweed, the little crab finally stopped. It seems that he is angry, and he wants to cut off the other party.

But the ink was spent for a long time, and only a few small bubbles were spit out.

As for Teng, it continued with the looming murmur. I don't know how long I walked, but I came to a black rumbling cave.

At this time, the green leaf appeared in front of his eyes again at some point, and took him into the cave.

Teng Xiang stared slightly, and then stepped in.

The cave was large, far larger than he had expected, and crisscrossed in all directions.

I don't know how many detours he made to the end of the road. Here, empty, there was only a futon like a haystack, tattered.

At Aoba's gesture, Teng wanted to go up. Here, maybe it's Nan Thirteen's home, which makes him more familiar.

Only, the previous murmur seems to have disappeared.

After he sat cross-legged, the murmur reappeared, this time, in his mind. When he finally heard clearly, his eyes widened.

It was exactly the same as the voice in my heart before.

"Wake up, wake up, why are you obsessed!"

These words, Teng's ears heard calluses, this is the woman, the woman who is called the charm girl. The woman who called herself a grandfather's apprentice, the woman who was cruel to him until he was outrageously harsh!

That's what I said every time I tugged at his ear. But he didn't want to wake up.

He doesn't want to listen, he doesn't want to listen, even if it's wrong, even if it's wrong, even if it's wrong, he just wants the remaining beauty.

He likes to be in a daze, he likes to sleep, all of this is incompatible with other immortals. Since he was a child, he didn't have any friends, and he shouldn't have any.

He likes to be in a person's world, and he likes to immerse himself in his own world, even if that world is illusory, false, and a lie he has concocted.

It doesn't matter, he doesn't care what others think, he just wants to keep that happiness.

Teng wanted to murmur, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a dream again, still the sea of clouds under the night sky.

This time, it was the fourth time he dreamed, this time, he was extremely clear, he looked at the Fengwei Restaurant in the distance, calm as water.

There, there is a disgusted charmer, a shopkeeper who talks a lot, and the shadow of a grandfather.

It seems to be looking at him, it seems to see him. The loving gaze in the memory, the traces of vicissitudes on the face.

Teng wanted to look at it, the corners of his eyes couldn't help but moisten, and he muttered, "Grandpa, I've grown up." ”

In the outside world, Nanshan was shocked, and wisps of gray silk threads appeared in front of Teng Desire's eyes, intertwined with each other, and slowly condensed into a line book.

The outside world, want to be overseas.

The sun and the moon alternated, and it was already early in the morning, and the third year old was waiting, and gradually became anxious, but fortunately, the animal skin in her palm did not move, indicating that Teng wanted to be fine.

Chun Chun ran around on the roaring body, having a lot of fun.

Time passed in a hurry, day after day passed, and even Yin was three years old, and there was a trace of worry.

I don't know what happened to Teng Desire below, in the early morning of the third day, when she couldn't help but enter the Sea of Desire, she suddenly stopped, and it seemed to be a spiritual sense from Lethe.

Only then did I know that Teng Desire had fallen into a deep sleep again.

It is estimated that it will be another nine days.

In desperation, she chose to run away with the bear to play.

A few more days passed, and in the early morning of the sixth day, a young girl appeared by the sea, a girl in a white robe, who was as beautiful as a flower, and there was a moon mark on the center of her eyebrows.

She is the White Moon, a monk of the Eastern Moon Sect in the South Outer Ring of the Northern Wilderness!

Her grandmother, the old woman of the Dongyue faction, was once killed by Teng Desire, and obtained a complete Jing Zhongyue technique with traces of traceability.

Her breath had an extra demonic flame, as if she had entered the demonic path.

Cultivation, the pinnacle of transcendence!

Although compared to Tengxi, it is a world of difference. But compared to the early stage of the transformation a month ago, it was already incredibly fast.

Normally, it would take a hundred years or even more to achieve.

She, Fang Jiu, and Mao Hong, like Mao Hong, had all heard of Tengxi's strong rise all the way. But she is different from the two of them, she is for revenge, in order to avenge her grandmother.

But in the end, it can only turn into regret.

She rushed here all the way, not to kill Tengyu, but to be unwilling, unwilling to let the enemy leave like this.

In her hand, she held a black mist, like a heart, pounding!

That's it, a demon heart!

――【Update】――

Here, a difficult decision.

This book has changed from 400 uniforms when it first came on the shelves to 40 averages today, and as an author, I don't know why. I don't know why there is a collection of 1.7w, only thirty or forty people look at it.

Originally, I had already discussed with the editor in charge, and I was going to finish the book after the protagonist returned to the fairy world, and then open a new book.

But today, after communicating with everyone in the legend group, in the evening, I thought about it for a long time and posted a poll post, and most of them chose to let me finish opening a new book.

Originally, I was indeed prepared for this.

But later, after seeing the vote of a few ashes powder, I chose to accept a change in two or three days. To be honest, I was having a hard time.

I thought of what a friend said in the afternoon, he said: "Qianlou, you have paid so much for this book, are you really willing to finish it?" ”

I thought about it for a long, long time, and the final answer was unwilling.

It's just that, as far as the current results are concerned, they are really unusually miserable, 40 is set evenly, and you can't get a hundred yuan a month for writing.

But every time I think about the end of this book, I feel sorry for the readers who have always supported me.

I remember a reader saying that this book was not the first novel he had read, but it was his favorite novel so far.

I'm an emotional person, and I will keep every bit of my kindness to others in my heart.

Therefore, the final decision is to continue to write until the end of the book.

Of course, new books will be opened before the end of the year, and at present, before the new books are released, there is basically one update every day. When a new book is distributed, it can only be changed every two or three days, or even three or four days.

I know that this decision will pass more than half of the readers again, and it is estimated that tomorrow it will only be in the single digits.

But everything is a fish and a bear's paw that cannot be both, and there is a gift to gain.

For this book, I don't care about the grades, I don't ask for any new readers, I don't choose the unfinished, I don't choose the eunuch, I just want to write it to those readers who want to read it, even if it is only a handful.

Even if there's only one left!

Although the update is slow, it will not become a weekly or monthly magazine. Rest assured.

If you want to scold me, come to the book review area and scold me, sorry. (To be continued.) )