"You and I have never known each other in life, why do you want to save me?" Teng was puzzled, he didn't understand why the other party was like this.

"Why did you save you...... The old man doesn't understand either, hahahahaha. The old man's voice was hoarse in his wild laughter, and the more vicissitudes of life, the more sad he became.

The more Teng Xiang listened, the more familiar he became, and hurriedly said, "You... You are... Are you that Fuso?"

"Let's go... Take a step back and open the sky......"

"Wait a minute, what do you mean it's all fake?"

"True, false... Who knows... Let's go... Go to the Fish Sect ......" The figure of the old man gradually disappeared, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Teng Xuan watched silently, watching the other party delay time for himself, his hands clenched into fists, and slammed this barrier.

He only realized at this moment that he had made a big mistake, he completely underestimated the strength of the Hunting Pavilion.

Now I know that the other party is that Fusang, the deity of the vicissitudes of life that killed the black pig and messed up his plan before he entered the Northern Wilderness.

That sentence, take a step back and open the sky, he has never understood, and now that he looks at it, it is clearly saving him!

It's a great irony that he didn't know it all along.

With his current immortal power, he has no chance of winning, if he waited for the black pig to summon the hunting pavilion at that time, it would be like waiting for death!

Now that I think about it, I can't help but feel a chill down my spine.

The strength of the hunting pavilion was completely beyond his expectations, too careless.

That red-robed young man was as murderous as the sea and as powerful as the sky, which made the entire Central monks tremble. Not only that, but the dignified Fish Sect didn't come forward, as if he was allowed to be searched by the other party.

Teng Xu's brows seemed to be wrinkled into hemp ropes, and he was at a loss, although he had some elixirs and immortal wine, but those were the last resort, and he had to make a choice as a last resort.

Although there is a life and death crisis now, he is not desperate, and he doesn't want to move the elixir immortal wine.

He glanced at the Fish Sect behind him, which was about two thousand zhang away, and then turned to look at the east, sighing with bitterness.

The other party insisted on saving him, he just wanted to refuse, but he was also hindered by this barrier, and he couldn't refuse.

He is not a saint, nor is he a pure good, and in the few days he has fallen into mortal dust, he has grown a lot, and he is numb to killing and killing. Even if there is a pure heart, it has long been buried deep by himself.

He doesn't really have any principles, no rules to follow all his life, and if he does, it's probably just a little.

It is not to like to receive favors for no reason.

He didn't know why the other party had saved him again and again, and he didn't know anything about this Fuso. Even if this time it was a deity or a doppelganger, or just a projection like last time, he couldn't tell the difference.

"Is it because you think I'm like your son Qi Yu......" Teng wanted to muttered to Dongfang.

If you speculate like this, there is some truth in it, the other party's eyes have always regarded him as his own child. Relieved and sad, with a strong father's love, even if he exhausts his cultivation, he has to weave an unconscious dream for Tengxi.

Just to save him!

"I'm like him...... Teng wanted to mutter, he seemed to have understood, understood why the other party insisted on saving him.

His eyes flickered, and he remembered the scene in the dream when the other party took him to fetch water and sent him to a private school to study. The long shadow that pulls under the early sun, the smile that hides sadness in the bottom of my heart.

Everything is still fresh in my memory, and everything seems to have just happened.

He doesn't have a father, he doesn't know who his father and mother are, and he has never felt what his father's love is.

In that dream, it was the first time, and the feeling was very different from the love given by my grandfather, and it was a wonderful feeling.

Teng Xuan understood, the corners of his eyes seemed to moisten again, and he bowed deeply in the direction where Fusang had gone.

This worship of the daddy in the dream!

Ru Yan watched blankly, she didn't know what was going on, she looked at Teng Desire with a sad expression, and she could only continue to remain silent.

After a while, Teng wanted to slowly straighten his waist, he didn't cry, he grew up, he turned around and walked towards Yuzong silently.

There is no flying, no running, just simply walking forward step by step, walking very slowly, with a very light pace.

"Ru Yan, do you have a father...... Teng wanted to ask suddenly, which made Ru Yan who followed him slightly stunned.

"I... I don't know......" Ru Yan seems to be the same as Teng Desire, she has no concept of father and mother in her heart, and she is very confused in her words.

Teng wanted to hear this, and suddenly laughed, and said, "Then you have a companion now, and I don't know ......"

After hearing this, Ru Yan's eyes widened, and she was a little surprised. The reason why she was surprised was because after following Teng Desire, the other party was full of arrogance and self-confidence in his gestures, and his clothes were even more extraordinary, not at all like a child without a father.

At this moment, Teng Xiang looked at his sleeves, and with a light sigh, he shook his sleeves, and threw out two people in the blink of an eye, it was Pang Dan and Na Wen Lao.

Not only that, but a scroll more than a foot long and a black handkerchief were dropped.

"This is ......" Teng wanted to glance at the scroll and handkerchief, his mind went blank for a moment, and his eyes revealed disbelief.

"Hey, what kind of place is this...... Alas. Pang Dan sat on the ground, looked around, scratched his scalp, and was a little confused.

Before he finished speaking, he saw Wen Lao on the side, and immediately punched him, and Wen Lao spat blood from his mouth and begged for mercy again and again.

"You fucking girl, Lao Tzu will slowly torture you until you die!" Pang Dan seemed to have been torturing the other party for a long time in the sleeves of Teng's lust, as if he was addicted.

However, Teng Xuan didn't pay attention to the two of them at all, his eyes were fixed on the scrolls and handkerchiefs on the ground, and his heart roared.

This scroll was given by the old man Wu in his dream!

This handkerchief is owned by the girl named Lingling!

These are clearly things in a dream, why did they appear alive in front of his eyes, and even fell out of his sleeves......

In his mind, Fang Cai's last sentence reverberate, "Who can tell the difference between truth and falsehood." ”

"Does that dream seem real?" Teng wanted to breathe rapidly, and he slowly picked up the scroll and the black handkerchief, and stroked it carefully.

It's like pinching your own face to make sure you're not dreaming.

"How is that possible... If these are true, then who am I...... Who is the dream......" Teng kept shaking his head, he thought he understood, he thought he was awake, but now he seems to be confused again.

"Don't be surprised, the scroll is a gift from the old man. As for the handkerchief, it is the last wish of the little Qi Yu, I wish that one day, the thing will be returned to its original owner!" Teng Desire's ears suddenly echoed this word, which seemed to have existed for a long time, and did not appear until he discovered this thing.

It was the voice of Fuso.

Teng wanted to turn around, looked at the far east again, and nodded solemnly for a long time.

The other party Xu is the person who has no trust, Xu is Teng is really like Qi Yu, and Xu is the last wish.

It is Qi Yu's last wish, and it is also Fusang's last wish.