Chapter 158
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However, the wooden comb left behind by the Nian'er was not destroyed. Her body should not be damaged? Something big happened. "
"As for Furball … Has it been for me recently? It has consumed too much energy due to its injuries and has temporarily fallen into a deep sleep. Should I put it in a bamboo basket? If I do, who knows when it will wake up? Wake up. "
As he spoke, Ye Yunlan raised his eyes and looked somewhere.
Shen Shu followed his gaze and looked over. Send it? He discovered a bamboo basket hanging on the edge of the window sill, swaying slightly in the wind.
He got up and walked over. Hair? He discovered a small, round, golden fluffy bird? A chicken nestled in a cushioned basket? Sleeping soundly.
Tsk.
With his eyesight, he could already see that Furball was not a real creature, but rather a kind of? Strange ability? It was the materialization of quantity but had self-awareness. That was a bit? Meaning?
As Ye Yunlan continued to lower his head and drink the medicine? He swept a glance at the mirror. Hair? He discovered a thick stack of letters scattered on it.
These letters were big and small? Some were even on top? With a touch of the fragrance of cosmetics, he thought for a moment and knew where these letters came from.
He was slightly displeased, thinking that perhaps he should look for an opportunity? He helped Ye Yunlan clean up these letters, but his sharp gaze suddenly focused.
He saw that one of the letters at the bottom was slightly exposed. It was signed by Chen Weiyuan.
His pupils shrank slightly.
In Shen Shu's memory? Among them, his master and this Chen were very incompatible, but this Chen Weiyuan was always pestering his master like a dog-skin plaster, making him very annoyed.
But in his memory as a Demon Lord, this person was a Daoist? Among them, how few were there? Could there be a few? Were there enough people to cause trouble for him? One.
There were countless things in the world. Absorbing the soul fragments of billions of demonic souls had made his memory chaotic. He was too lazy to remember things that had nothing to do with him, but when Chen Weiyuan had married his Dao companion? The matter had been very big. In his memory, there seemed to be a subordinate who had done it? He had mentioned it to him as a joke.
He turned his back to Ye Yunlan and thought about it? His thoughts slowly sank, stirring in his memory as a Demon Lord.
Generally speaking, he would not do it? Do this, cause? Could it be that the memories of the Demon Lord were too complicated, thousands of times more complicated than what he had experienced? Once he fell into them, he might not have a chance. Could he? Then, he woke up and maintained his consciousness as a "Shen Shu".
Did he not doubt the authenticity of these memories? But it was still there? He didn't understand? Was the Demon Lord's experience something he had personally experienced? Was he the same person as the Demon Lord? Was it the reflection of the future that reflected on his present self, or was it? It was another version of himself from a different world that happened to overlap with his memories.
Didn't figure out these things? In the past, he didn't dare to indulge himself and assimilate all these memories into his body. After all, he couldn't be sure if Ye Yunlan's voice was still there. Could he? It woke him up again.
But it was different this time.
The name on the letter flashed across his eyes. He sensed that Chen Wei was far away. This matter was very important to him.
His consciousness drifted away.
Everything in the world was gradually covered in a layer of red.
He sat diagonally on the high seat. Dense flames burned on the cast iron, and the wine in the cup was bright red.
There were dozens of enchantresses dancing in the hall. Musicians were playing and singing behind the curtains. And there were two under his seat? On the side steps? On them sat the elders of the Demon Sect.
On the place of singing and dancing? In the middle, he listened to the conversation of his subordinates with great interest.
One of the drunken elders smiled and said, "Have you all heard of the recent scandal in the Dao Sect?"
"Elder Chu, are you talking about the marriage of the young patriarch of the Chen Clan? The matter? "Someone continued.
"That's right. I heard that the young patriarch of the Chen Clan disregarded the opposition of his clansmen and married a cripple who was once exiled by Tenzong. This is a slap to the face of those arrogant Tenzong disciples."
"Haha, their Dao Sect has internal strife? I like to hear about this matter. Elder Chu, tell me quickly. What did that cripple do to be expelled from the sect by Tenzong? "
"It's rumored that it was in the secret realm? In order to obtain treasures, she deliberately framed and killed her fellow clansmen and was exposed? That's why she was punished. "
"— Such a despicable person? Could it be that the young patriarch of the Chen Clan was blinded by lard and took a fancy to her? "
"Blinded? That's a good word! "Elder Chu drank another mouthful of wine and said," Not only is her character despicable, I'm also? I heard that the disciple's face was disfigured. She's detestable and wears a mask every day. There's nothing good about her? Perhaps her figure and skills in bed are too good, so she captivated the young patriarch of the Chen Clan? Hahahaha … "
Elder Chu laughed drunkenly. But what? He realized that none of his peers dared to laugh with him.
When he looked up, his eyes reflected the high seat. On it was a ferocious bronze ghost face.
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