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Jiang Haiyu patted Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder, and then opened a room in Shanhaiyuan, went back to the room and had a good sleep, as if there was no place for him.

In his opinion, the ancient witch clan's resurrection method is useless to Linglong, because there is no human power to support Linglong's resurrection, and it is extremely difficult to call back the soul.

He needs to find the treasures of heaven, material and earth that complement the soul, and then call Linglong's soul to restore her soul. After that, he needs a corpse, and then uses the Nine Heavens Profound Fire as a guide, to live and die for her. .

The problem is, where can he go to find the natural and earthly treasures that complement the soul, as well as the materials to build the skeleton, he can't dismantle himself and return it to Linglong, then he has to make a pair for himself.

In this way, it is purely superfluous. Could it be that he has been maintaining the state of Yang Shen, what a mess!

Jiang Haiyu, who really couldn't sleep, decided to play on the roof. Every time he looked at the moon, he was always sentimental, and the moon gave him a very kind feeling.

"This flower is blooming well, why did you break it?"

An angry male voice came from below, and it was somewhat familiar.

"I picked this flower, it is the blessing of this flower, and being able to smell its fragrance is also the fate of this flower's cultivation in three lifetimes. How do you, a layman, know?"

Immediately afterwards, another familiar female voice came together.

"This flower is broken by you, even if you lose your life, how can you be happy?"

It was the first time in Zhang Xiaofan's life that he heard such an absurd theory, all things have spirits, how could flowers be happy?

"You're not a flower, how do you know it won't be happy?" Baguio was speechless.

"You are not a flower, so how do you know it will be happy? Maybe this flower is in pain at the moment. Ah, look, there is water on that flower, maybe it is crying out of pain."

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Xiaofan said something even more outrageous, you thought you were a plant, but you could see flowers crying.

"puff."

Jiang Haiyu, who was drinking directly above, couldn't hold back, and spit out in one gulp.

Zhang Xiaofan, you are not the reincarnation of Lin Daiyu, you have to dig a hole for the flowers and bury them, commonly known as the flower burying boy.

Chapter 336

"Zifeiyu, know the joy of fish?"

Jiang Haiyu sat up from the roof. He looked at the boys and girls below, and couldn't help but miss how stupid he was back then, but what he got was a different answer.

The same people get different results, Zhang Xiaofan is undoubtedly lucky, there are thousands of people like Zhang Xiaofan in the world, but they just didn't rise up.

"Brother Jiang, you come to judge, why is it honored that she took apart the flower?"

Zhang Xiaofan can't understand, everything has life, you took away Hua's life, Hua would still express gratitude to you, this is very unreasonable, very unreasonable.

"I said, Xiaofan, don't you think Baguio girls are more beautiful than flowers? The flower is placed on the Baguio girl's ears, but it sets off the beauty of the flowers."

How should I put it, it's just a broken flower, the flower will definitely not shed tears, she can splash a few drops of dew at most, but the Baguio girl is a living beauty.

"Zhang Xiaofan, do you hear me clearly, the flowers are beautiful because of me?"

Baguio smiled faintly, she was sincerely happy with Jiang Haiyu's praise, perhaps, only the praise from such mysterious and unpredictable people could excite her.

"I......"

Zhang Xiaofan was very annoyed, this is nothing, it is an honor for Hua'er to lose his life, and Brother Jiang quite agrees with this view.

"Flowers and plants are just to embellish this magnificent mountain and river."

As for flowers and plants, plants that have not yet been born with wisdom and become demons can be dismantled as soon as they are removed, but once they are born with wisdom, they cannot be killed at will.

"Really, I still know Baguio girl's grandma, but I think she might not like that people call her so old."

After careful calculation, Baguio is the daughter of Ghost King and Xiao Chi, and Xiao Chi is Xiao Bai's daughter, so in real terms, Jiang Haiyu is Baguio's elder.

"Grandma?"

Baguio's eyes froze suddenly, as if recalling a scene that she didn't want to recall. When she was young, she and her mother went back to Liuqi Mountain to visit her grandmother. Unfortunately, people from Tianyin Temple collapsed Liuqi Mountain and buried it in the For a long time below.

And during that time, it was her nightmare. Her mother also sacrificed her life because of saving her, and finally died in Liuqi Mountain without being rescued.

In fact, in real terms, Baguio has not done any evil, but because she was born as the daughter of the ghost king, she was labeled as a demon cult and has never changed.

"Brother Jiang, you know my grandma, how is this possible?"

Baguio couldn't believe it, she was already sixteen or seventeen years old, her mother gave birth to her around 20 years old, and her grandma should be around 60 or [-] years old.

Although grandma is a nine-tailed celestial fox, Jiang Haiyu is a human being. How can a person who knows a nine-tailed celestial fox be an ordinary person, so it is absolutely impossible for him to be so young.

"About 20 years ago, Xiaobai came to my house once. I didn't kill her, and I became friends with her."

Jiang Haiyu turned into a forest of white flames, appeared directly in front of Baguio, stretched out his hand and rubbed Biguio's head, but Biguio had no time to resist, and was patted on the head.

She looked at Jiang Haiyu in a daze, still in disbelief, even if it was his father, it was impossible for him to appear in front of her in an instant, and he turned into a flame, how could a person be turned into a flame.

Even the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox cannot be turned into flames, which is not in line with common sense, and it is very different from her cognition.

"Do you not believe it?"

Jiang Haiyu smiled at her, and Bi Yao nodded in a daze. Regarding this mysterious man, she wanted to go back and ask the Ghost King and Mr. Ghost if there was such a person.

"Go back and ask your father, let him tell Mr. Ghost that I have left the ancient cave deep in the southern border's [-] mountains."

He casually took out a lucky star, which contained his space talisman, Jiang Haiyu could come to her in an instant, and when he came, that tragic life would never happen.

"Girl, take the lucky star, you call my name to the lucky star, no matter where you are, I will come to save you."

Jiang Haiyu then turned into a ball of fireworks and dissipated in Shanhaiyuan. Instead of returning to the room, he went to Qingyun Gate. He hoped to obtain the treasure of heaven, material and earth to restore the soul from Daoxuan.

So, this time, with the sparkle of fireworks, he appeared in the mountain behind Qingyunmen, outside the ancestor's ancestral hall.

There is a one-armed old man who sweeps the floor, which is the same template as Tianlong's sweeping monk.

"I don't know what your Excellency is doing here."

The person who came was very powerful and appeared in the ancestral hall without any warning. The other party did not rush to the ancestral hall, but came to the ancestral hall. He should be looking for him alone.

"A hundred years ago, Wan Jianyi, who killed the Demon Cult without his helmet and armor, was actually an old sweeper in the ancestor's ancestral hall. You sweepers are all masters."

Jiang Haiyu was speechless. Who are these people? The sweeping monk of Tianlong is the number one master of Tianlong. In Jiangye World, the old woman who sweeps the floor of the academy is also a prophet, even more powerful than the great priest of Tianyu.

Now when he came to the ancestral hall of Qingyunmen Patriarch, he met Wan Jianyi, who was said to have died, a super master who had stepped into the Taiqing Realm.

"The old man is a dead person, guarding the ancestor's ancestral hall day and night, to atone for himself."