Source China read his silence and hurriedly explained, "You won’t teach me this spell, will you? It’s not me, it’s my uncle who taught me this spell. "
God wonders at him.
Yuanhua said, "My great-uncle was a fairy statue. At the beginning, he left a fairy statue token to my father. Most of the damage caused by this token during the battle against the evil statue was given to Yuanjia by Zong Yue as a token, and Yuanjia finally fell into my hands. It easily gave it to me, but I didn’t know that there was a trace of my great-uncle’s dead spirit left in this token. He taught me the fairy method and taught me spells over the years, so I was born in Zong Yue and Yuanjia to rescue you from the dungeon today."
This explanation is reasonable.
God said, "Your great-uncle is really amazing."
Although he lost his divine power, he could see that Yuanhua was brought up more severely than most immortals he had seen in the boundless universe.
Yuanhua proudly said, "Of course."
If Grandpa Bo were still alive, there would be no Zong Yue.
Yuanhua successfully brought God to the magic domain, but he didn’t know how to do what he came after.
Fairy land can’t go back to the magic land … He didn’t know the magic land, and now there are fewer people at the junction of fairy land and magic land, otherwise he will be arrested by the Godsworn of magic land alone.
"When will your injury be cured?"
I want to go to Yuanhua and decide to take God to hide until he is well.
I don’t know.
After listening to his words, Yuanhua was somewhat discouraged. Fortunately, they were arrested by patrol demons in a short time.
Source China "…"
"I seem to have seen you." The woman in the courtroom came up and deliberately raised Ba thoughtfully and said, "Oh, I remember that in the words" The Overbearing Temple is Love ",you are exactly the same as the night temple there."
"Overbearing Temple Love Hard" is a best-selling graphic story popular in the magic domain in recent years. It mainly tells the story that the Temple of Scenery and Night in Fairyland was lured by evil things to abandon family ties and disregard human relations, and finally handed over the mountains and rivers.
I’m afraid the main reason why the story is mainly popular in the magic domain rather than the fairy domain is that the two protagonists in the story have the same pronunciation as his father and his former imperial concubine.
No one dares to take Zong Yue by storm.
But even so, Yuanhua has heard of it-when he sneaked out of Yuanjia Mansion.
At this time, seeing a woman made him feel embarrassed. His head was so low that he was buried in the ground. "You are wrong."
The woman "snowed" and laughed. "You are Yuanhua, aren’t you? The only child left in the Jingye Temple is also the last person of Xuan Feng clan. I have heard of you, but I think you are already dead."
Yuanhua bravely raised his head. "Can’t I live?"
The woman waved "I didn’t mean it" and pointed to the person next to him "Who is he?"
Yuanhua hesitated for a moment. "His name is fire."
"My name is Xuan"
Yuanhua stared at him. Who is the woman in front of him? He signed up before he knew it.
"Xuan? Why did you choose such a hard-to-remember name? No matter who you are, since you are with this Xuan Feng descendant, just say that you and I have a common enemy. "She held out her hand in a friendly way." My name is Xiaoyue, and you can call me Xiaoyue. "
For the first time since being caught, God looked at the woman who caught them, but she was stunned.
Unlike other people, who can’t see clearly the appearance of a woman in front of them, he can see through the real face of a woman’s illusion at a glance.
Zong Yue?’
No, not only that.
She still smells familiar and belongs to his mother.
Zong Yue was feeding the fish when Yuanjia came.
She seems to like Yaohai Yunju, a lake and fairyland that has never moved out of here for so many years.
There used to be a clear water here, and she has been feeding fish in the lake since then.
She sat sideways, her long hair hanging freely in the gold thread, and her embroidered clothes reflected in the sunset, and the faint golden light set off that quiet face, which seemed somewhat serene.
Yuanjia looked at her from a distance and felt that she was not like the fairy high above the empress, but like the witch who used to drive cold and hot outside in Xing Mu’s mouth.
He walked slowly over until he settled Zong Yue beside Zong Yue, and it seemed that he turned slowly.