The villain of fast time travel is paranoid

Chapter 319 BD scrapped himself again
"Master, people brought it."

Guan Fengyue opened her eyes, and looked at the source of the sound indifferently: "Bring it up."

The disciple who was peeping at Guan Fengyue quickly lowered his head, lowered his body even lower, and said respectfully, "Yes."

When he got out of Liuxian Hall, he realized that his back was wet, and he couldn't help but patted his chest in fear, Master was really scary.

While shaking his head, he walked out and called the people waiting in the outer hall into the hall.

Seeing the young man's slim figure, Liuliu heaved a long sigh, shook his head, and felt some sympathy for the poor boy.

It's so pitiful, I have to face Master alone.

Guan Fengyue looked around, her eyebrows frowned slightly, the suffocation of death in the previous world still existed, Shang Yuanxin rushed out suddenly, the system didn't give the slightest reminder, and she didn't notice it, she couldn't avoid the dagger she swung over, and she was alive. I took that hit.

She only remembered the screams and cries for help that erupted from the crowd at the end, and she couldn't remember anything else.

She only vaguely remembered that when she lost consciousness, she seemed to see Liu Anjue running towards her in a trance.

Her lips moved, she didn't have any strength in her body, and fell into a pool of blood, with a dagger stuck in her chest.

The sharp pain and the rapid loss of blood made her consciousness gradually blurred.

He peeled away the crowd, came to her with all his efforts, looked at her lying in a pool of blood, and took her into his arms with trembling hands.

Guan Fengyue twitched the corners of her mouth, wanting to smile, but she was a little weak. She moved her lips, raised her hand tremblingly, caressed his face, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry, but I couldn't change the dream again, and it still ended like this.

"Master." The cold and childish voice brought back Guan Fengyue's thoughts. She lowered her head and looked at the young man kneeling under the hall with his head lowered. Although he was kneeling, his back was straight.

As soon as Guan Fengyue saw him, many memories that did not belong to her emerged in her mind. These memories were chaotic and chaotic, and they were all clamoring in her mind, causing her a headache.

She squeezed the space between her brows, sorting out the disordered sequence of memories in her mind.

This is a world of cultivating immortals. Immortal cultivators can obtain extremely long lifespan through cultivation, and can even manipulate elements and learn spells through cultivation.

Guan Fengyue's body has survived for tens of thousands of years. She is different from other immortal cultivators. She was born as an immortal, and she is the third true god in the beginning of chaos.

Possessing supreme power and power, she is loose by nature, has no plans, and doesn't like to have contact with secular people. There are many immortals who want to make friends with her, but the only ones who are close to her are gods who were born at the same time as her. There are only immortals and demons in twos and threes.

She has a weird personality, but there are still countless people who want to be her disciples.

There is no other reason, one is that her ability is the best in the entire world of cultivating immortals, and even the entire continent.

The gods at the same time as her have all entered a dormant state, and she is the only true god at the same time.

She shoulders the responsibility of being in charge of the fairy world, but she always handles it laxly, delegating a lot of power to the fairy emperor.

It stands to reason that others cannot get in touch with cultivating immortals, and only when they have cultivated to a certain level can they be qualified to contact real immortals and have the possibility of knowing the existence of true gods.

But Guan Fengyue's identity is special. After all the true gods fell into dormancy, the only remaining true god became the existence that was admired and worshiped by all.

But all those cultivating immortals know her and respect her.

The task this time is very special, the host has no pursuit, nor is there any unwillingness, she has stood at the top since she was born, and has everything that others do not have.

Yaoyao lost her memory.

She only remembered that her name was Yaoyao, and she was married as a wife, and the person she married was her lover.

She woke up in a dilapidated hut, and when she turned her head, she saw him standing by the window wearing a gray robe and standing tall and straight.

As if he noticed her gaze, he slowly turned around. He was very good-looking, with clear eyes and a jade face, but there were too many expressions in his eyes that she couldn't understand.

"you're awake."

His voice was hoarse and difficult, very unpleasant.

Yaoyao blinked: "You...are...who."

Xu Shi hadn't spoken for too long, and she had to wait for a while before she could finish a sentence.

Hearing Yaoyao's words, he lowered his eyes, looking a little lonely: "I'm A Yuan."

The hut is really broken. On rainy days, there will always be drops of water dripping from the cracks in the roof, hitting the ground drop by drop, as if it is raining inside the house.

At this time, A Yuan would always take a small basin and put it there to catch the rain.

Tick-tock sounds interesting.

A Yuan seldom spoke, and he was rarely seen during the day, and he always came back in a hurry until the sun was about to set.

At noon, Yaoyao would heat up the meals he had prepared in the morning, and wait for him to come back at night to make fresh ones.

He didn't let Yaoyao go out, so Yaoyao didn't go out, and didn't ask why. He stayed alone in the hut every day and read the scriptures he brought back, and he didn't feel bored.

Yaoyao never asked Ah Yuan about him or about her lost memories.

But she always felt that she had forgotten and lost something very important, but A Yuan didn't like to talk, and wouldn't tell her, so she didn't ask.

Things that can be easily forgotten must not be a good thing, it is better not to remember them.

Yaoyao comforted herself like this.

The daily time is slowly passing away while reading the script and waiting for A Yuan's return.

On this day, Ah Yuan came back late.

Yaoyao was sitting in the yard waiting for him to come back. He waited from dusk until night fell, but he still didn't wait for him to come back.

Touching the protesting belly, Yaoyao sighed.Did Ah Yuan forget her?Or something happened to him?

Just when she was thinking wildly, A Yuan came back, with a bad smell on her body, and she walked with a limp, very slowly.

Yaoyao hurriedly stepped forward to help him, there were black marks on his face, his eyelids were raised, as if he was extremely tired.

"Wait." He spoke, his voice still hoarse.

A Yuan fumbled in her bosom, took out a small bag and put it in her hand: "Osmanthus cake."

His movements were careful and slow, and the light in his eyes made Yaoyao feel very familiar.

Yaoyao let go of him, and opened the warm packet, which contained six small osmanthus cakes, some of which were broken.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake was mentioned casually by Yaoyao when she read the storybook last time. Their daily lives are very simple, mostly green side dishes and rarely meaty, let alone pastries. Yaoyao picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and took a bite.

The pastry is delicate, the sweetness is just right, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus is full of lips and teeth.

Yaoyao narrowed her eyes happily, very satisfied, picked up a piece of pastry and put it near his mouth, smiling: "Thank you, A Yuan."

A Yuan was a little hesitant, seeing Yaoyao smiling like a flower, he finally opened his mouth and ate it.Osmanthus cake is delicious.

(End of this chapter)