After the Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord interpenetrate each other

All those forgotten images in the dream came back to my mind at this moment, Lu Jinyuan who looked like Bai Simu but was still young, and Chu Mo who looked like him when he was a teenager.

Obviously there was only such a simple picture, but Peng Yi froze in place.

A hundred years ago?, In the mortal world, what happened between him and Bai Simu?

Why is this painting signed by the person who looks the same as him.

Bai Simu must have lied to him, this man must know something.

"Immortal... Immortal, what happened to this painting...?"

I haven't said the words yet, the fairy in front of me disappeared in an instant with a painting scroll, without saying hello at all,

Moreover, he had no intention of bringing the little emperor back to the palace at all, so he just left this person where he was.

In the middle of the night, there were no shoes on the clothes list, and the only painting by Lu Jinyuan in the palace was swept away.

This is not a fairy, he is clearly a robber! ! !

emperor:……

The noise came from outside, and the heavy footsteps were accompanied by the captain of the guards yelling: "What? Someone is hiding in there sneakily, still? Get out quickly."

The little emperor sighed deeply, deeply felt that he was the bridge that was demolished in the demolished bridge across the sea, and he would throw it away when he was done using it.

The only fortunate thing is that I got a magical cloak that can keep warm from the cold, think? I won’t be afraid of the cold this winter.

He adjusted the cloak on his body, straightened his body, and when he raised his head again, the aura unique to the emperor suddenly emerged.

The little emperor walked to the door? He didn't wait for the guards to push the door? He opened the door and walked out calmly.

"What's the noise?"

The little emperor's voice was not loud, but it made everyone's jaws drop. How could the emperor appear here in the middle of the night.

The captain of the Guards knelt down on the ground with a "bang", remembering what he said just now, a layer of cold sweat immediately broke out on his forehead: "I don't know if the sage is here and disturbed the sage, please? Your Majesty forgives you."

Behind them? Everyone knelt on the ground in a clamor: "See the emperor, please forgive me."

Why the emperor is here is not important, how to keep the head on the neck? It is the most urgent thing.

The emperor looked down at him, and said quietly, "Where's Luanjia?"

The captain of the guard immediately got up and said quickly, "I'll take the humble job now."

The little emperor's face showed no signs of abnormality, but his feet were frozen stiff, and when he carried Luanjia over, his feet might be useless.

He replied calmly: "No need."

As he spoke, he pointed at several people: "You? A few, carry me back."

The guards were only stupefied for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward, built a temporary caravan with their arms, lifted the emperor up steadily, and walked towards the bedroom in a disturbed mood.

Sitting on the arm, the little emperor hid his feet in the cloak unobtrusively, and thought with some regret in his heart: I didn't ask who this immortal is? Fang Shengsheng, in the future? Can I meet again .

It's hard to say whether it will happen or not, because Xianren Pengyi will be a little angry.

This Bai Mumu? He is hiding many things from him, and he has no intention of explaining anything.

When Peng Yi came back from the imperial city, it was already dawn, and the courtyard was still quiet.

This Bai Simu didn't know where he went, and he didn't come back all night.

Peng Yi pushed open the door of the front hall unhappily.

On the big table in the room burns a lamp that can never be extinguished, and no matter when you come in, there is always light here.

He placed the painting scroll on the table, but accidentally saw the portrait that had just been painted on the table.

This portrait is none other than himself.

Peng Yi paused, and with a wave of his hand, lit all the lamps in the room.

People under the light as bright as day can see everything at a glance.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that this person might not be himself, but the man named Chu Mo.

"Lu Jinyuan, I've already drawn so many portraits of you, can you also draw one for me, just one is fine, please."

This sentence suddenly popped out of my mind, extremely abrupt.

Peng Yi couldn't even find a point of connection between the past and the future, or any memory of it.

He supported the table with his hands, and the familiar pain swept through his body again.

This time he neither slept nor dreamed.

Peng Yi gave up studying this painting, and no longer explored who this Chu Mo was, and no longer thought about anything? One thing about Lu Jinyuan.

The pain gradually subsided, and there seemed to be an irresistible force erasing the remaining memories in his mind.

I didn't pay attention to it because I just woke up, but now that I think about it, this power has always been there.

Peng Yi snorted coldly, what are you taking him for, a fool?

What the hell is this?

A hundred years ago? What happened in the mortal world?

The sky was getting brighter, and there were footsteps in the small yard. Bai Simu pushed the door in with two fishes in his hand, and at a glance, he saw Peng Yi sitting at the table holding a painting, and the painting scroll on the table.

Bai Simu glanced at the current situation with downcast eyes, and said calmly: "When I came back, I caught two fish. There is a kitchen at home. How about eating fish?"

Originally, Peng Yi had a lot of things he wanted to ask him, but when Bai Simu said these words, the scene suddenly became familiar.

It seems that once? The same thing happened in this room, so that I didn't say the question, but I couldn't help but replied: "I like sweet and sour."

Bai Simu hooked his lips and said softly: "I know."

Peng Yi felt that everything was wrong, since he came to this small courtyard, everything became strange.

First there are strange dreams, then there are strange people, and then there is Bai Simu.

Even Bai Mutou seems to have changed, he is no longer that cold-faced fairy, and he is a little more tender for no reason.

He didn't know where to start? When he asked, he could only watch Bai Simu carry the fish to the small kitchen beside him.

This person is very skillful in handling ingredients, and the two fish have become smooth in just a moment in his hands.

Seeing the way he handles these things, Peng Yi has no idea that this person is actually that cold immortal on the Nine Heavens.

There is still a pot and stove in the small kitchen, and a fire needs to be lit. Out of curiosity, Peng Yi volunteered to sit on the spot where the fire was lit.

"How do I get this thing?"

Bai Simu didn't refuse his help, and instructed: "Isn't there dry straw and firewood on the ground? Light these things and put them in, and that's it."

Peng Yi held up one of the boards and asked, "Is it that simple?"

Simu Bai: "Yes."

Peng Yi did so. He lit a cluster of flames with his fingertips, and then started to ignite the dry straw. Before the straw was burned, he threw it in with a brush, and then quickly Wooden boards were put on the floor, and the unburned straw underneath was tightly pressed.

The devil who has never done this kind of work? My lord doesn't know, this will not only prevent the firewood from being ignited, but will also cause bursts of thick smoke.

Then?, he choked and ran out of the small kitchen.

After taking a few breaths of fresh air, I couldn't help but said, "This thing really works, Simu Bai, are you trying to trick me?"

Seeing his appearance like this, Bai Simu couldn't help but chuckle.

This smile is different from the previous sneer, sneer or ridicule, but the kind of heartfelt, sincere smile.

Peng Yi was stunned, but still dissatisfied: "You still laugh, this thing, or? You come by yourself, I won't join in the fun."

After finishing speaking, he left angrily, leaving Bai Simu alone who was still happy where he was.

Bai Simu shook his head? He couldn't help it: "This idiot."

As he spoke, he picked up the flame with his fingertips, and put the flame directly on the bottom of the pot, without any need for firewood or straw.

This fool really regards himself as a mortal?

Peng Yi didn't want to join in the fun in the kitchen, so he began to look at the small yard from room to room.

Always figure out why you will dream when you sleep here.

Before, he never thought of these messy things.

From the living room, it is a living room.

It was also at this time that Peng Yi discovered that there was only one sleeping place in this small courtyard, and there was no guest room at all.

For the past two days, he has been able to sleep well. Where is Simu Bai?Where does this guy sleep.

Don't you really want this meeting? To find him, Peng Yi simply read on.

There are some sundries in the remaining two rooms, and there are even some agricultural tools that have been put into the ground. It really looks like an ordinary farmyard.

"This white wood? Where did you get these things?"

Peng Yi didn't think at all that this Bai Simu could still farm the fields.

The countless guesses in my mind can only be attributed to one idea.

This is the place where Bai Simu lived during the calamity.

One day in the fairy palace, half a year in the human world.

Half a year ago? He also experienced tribulation in the lower realm, and it happened that Bai Simu did the same. According to this inference, it is even more coincidental that the two of them met.

However, everything he has has already been forgotten, but that piece of wood must be remembered.

But he didn't say anything.

Peng Yi thought for a long time in front of this room, until Bai Simu called him to eat, he finally came back to his senses, and walked towards the courtyard absent-mindedly.

There is an octagonal pavilion in the yard, which is small and exquisite, with a stone table inside and only two seats.

There was steaming hot food on the table, even if he just smelled it, Peng Yi knew that it was his favorite smell.

For what he eats, he has a kind of attachment that no one else has.

Peng Yi has always believed that eating is a joy in life. When delicious food rolls over the tip of the tongue and the taste buds are filled with the aroma of food, that kind of happiness cannot be replaced by anything else.

Even if you have already started bigu, you still can't change this habit.

Bai Simu not only cooked the fish, but also fried a vegetable, cooked a bowl of soup, and even served him white rice.

Peng Yi threw off his clothes and sat down on the stone bench, and asked incredulously, "You really did this?"

Bai Simu handed him a pair of chopsticks, almost softly said: "Try it."

Peng Yi has long been used to the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, even after exchanging bodies, there is still a stabbing feeling in his subconscious.

But at the moment, he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Bai Simu's craftsmanship is really good, even if it's just simple stir-fried vegetables, it's still delicious, not worse than what he's eaten before.

But what do you think? How weird, why does this person know these things?

Peng Yi was full of doubts, but the chopsticks in his hands were very honest. After a while, there was only the bottom of the plate left on the table, not even the soup.

Bai Simu didn't take a few bites, just looked at him like that.

After packing up everything and returning to the front hall, Peng Yi finally got into the theme.

Holding up the recently completed portrait in his hand, he asked, "Is this me, or is it Chu Mo?"

Bai Simu raised his head instantly, and asked urgently, "Do you want to get up?"

Peng Yi shook his head: "No, but I think your reaction has verified many things."

He looked at Bai Simu with burning eyes and said, "I'm asking you something, you just need to answer yes or no."

Bai Simu froze for a moment, then replied in a hoarse voice: "Okay."

"Half a year ago? Tribulation, did we bump into each other?"

"Yes."

"You and I know each other very well?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember everything that happened?"

"Yes."

Although Peng Yi had guessed it long ago, when he heard Bai Simu's answer like this, he still felt uncomfortable in his heart.

He couldn't help but asked: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier that it's fun playing with me like this?"

Bai Simu looked at him, his eyes seemed to contain countless unspeakable words.

He asked softly, "Peng Yi, if I told you, would you really believe me?"

Peng Yi: ...

No, he will not believe it.

He might feel that this is a trap set by Bai Simu, trying to get something from him, or doing this on purpose to deal with him.

Peng Yi thought about those scenes in the dream, and asked in a muffled voice: "So? So that prince Lu Jinyuan?"

Simu Bai: "It's me."

He asked again: "Then I am that Chu Mo?"

Simu Bai: "Yes."

Knowing the truth, he became even more irritable. That kind of thing is right in front of his eyes? But the feeling that he couldn't find the truth is really annoying.

Peng Yi poked his waist and looked at him: "Then why am I? Amnesia?"

Bai Simu's hand on his side suddenly tightened, and his voice was hoarse: "I don't know."

Peng Yi looked at him almost scrutinizingly: "You really don't know? Bai Simu, don't lie to me again."

Bai Simu smiled wryly: "I'm also thinking about it. If you know why you lost your memory, then that's fine."

So? No more pain.

Bai Simu's words made Peng Yi feel confused.

Feeling messy for a while.

At this moment, Bai Simu suddenly spread his palm, and a letter fell into his palm.

Without hesitation, he just opened it in front of Peng Yi's ground.

Peng Yi glanced: "Xing Dan's reply?"

After reading it, Bai Simu suddenly picked up the letter and crushed it in his palm.

"The Yaozu doesn't acknowledge the matter of Linghu, and they are unwilling to come forward. At present, it seems that we are the only ones to find it ourselves."

Peng Yi said indifferently: "We shouldn't have counted on those monsters in the first place."

He raised the hand that was bitten by the spirit fox. Although the hand was no longer swollen, it still showed a purple color. It was only because it was blocked by spiritual power that it wouldn't spread.

The worst plan is to lose one hand.

He touched his chin, and the little emperor's face suddenly flashed in his mind.

Peng Yi grasped Bai Simu's shoulder, and showed a mischievous smile: "In this mortal city, there are some things that need to trouble the little emperor of this mortal world."

So, the little emperor who was just about to fall asleep at night was once again lifted the curtain of the bed, this time, the little emperor wrapped the quilt tightly, and said first: "I have to wait for the clothes and shoes to be put on for the big things. "

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Little Emperor: No clothes or shoes, I'm afraid I'll be dead until the New Year.

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