Awakening space, the good-for-nothing lady has a great fortune

Shi Yu didn't care and stared at Ming Ge and Yun Ling'er's clasped hands with envy.

"You are not alone now... I am the only one who is alone."

What Shi Yu said is true.

Sang Ning’s current identity is no longer Ning Sang.

I already have parents and friends.

There are so many contracted beasts.

It seems that she reincarnated into this life just to fulfill herself.

"You don't have to be alone."

Sang Ning looked up at Shi Yu, who was a head taller than her.

Their eyes met.

"Shi Yu, is the relationship between us really what you think it is?"

Shi Yu did not answer Sang Ning.

It's been too long.

He is deeply obsessed with Ning Sang.

However, as he walked along the way, he clearly realized that this was not Ning Sang.

He is Sonning, a completely new person.

"Why not? You're my wife!"

Shi Yu turned his head away.

"You'll know when you regain your memory. You just like me."

Shi Yu stamped his feet. He really didn't want to believe that Sang Ning only had Rong Yin in his heart.

"That's because Ning Sang likes you."

Sang Ning was silent for a while and said helplessly.

Sang Ning didn't want to dwell on this.

Shi Yu could clearly see his shadow in Sang Ning's red eyes.

He could see that he in Sang Ning's eyes seemed different from the one he was a million years ago.

After a long time, Shi Yu shook his head helplessly.

"Forget it. I don't want to think about it anymore."

"Let's go. Yun Ling'er will take them away soon."

Shi Yu turned around and followed Yun Ling'er, Ming Ge and Ning Sang.

At this time, several people had already arrived at the Ling Palace.

"Ning'er, you will be my junior sister from now on. Tomorrow, Master will hold a ceremony to accept disciples. I will take you to see the courtyards later. Which courtyard do you want to choose?"

"Okay, thank you Saint."

A trace of confusion flashed across Ning Sang's eyes.

Apprenticeship?

She doesn't want to become a disciple.

But in order to find a way to go back, she had no choice but to do this.

"What Saint? I'm your Senior Sister! You can only call me Senior Sister, do you hear me?"

Yun Linger put her hands on her hips and spoke in a pretended angry tone.

"Okay, Senior Sister."

When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head.

What's more, Ning Sang has no cultivation now.

Having been a beggar for so many years, she is more capable of judging the situation.

"Well, that's good~"

Yun Ling'er smiled happily and her voice was sweet.

She pinched Ningsang's cheek.

Looking at Ning Sang's face that was pinched in an instant, he laughed.

"My Ning'er, you are so good."

"Mingge, do you want to live in the same yard with Ning'er?"

If it weren't for the fact that cultivation requires quiet retreat, he would be reluctant to give Ning Sang a yard of his own.

Over the years, the master has only had her as a disciple.

She is also the Holy Maiden of Lingshan.

I have very few friends.

Everyone respected her, but just didn't like her.

Now that she has a younger disciple, whom she adopted herself, she can't help but like Ning Sang very much.

As for Mingge, Yun Linger didn't expect that he actually had no spiritual roots.

"Yeah." Ming Ge was silent for a while before responding.

Ning Sang frowned and his eyes stayed on Mingge for a long time.

"Then you can live with me today. That's great. I finally have a little junior sister."

Yun Linger held Ning Sang in her arms.

He rubbed it in her hair.

"Ning'er, sit down. I'll comb your hair. I know a very nice style. It will finally come in handy today."

Yun Linger excitedly picked up Ning Sang and placed him on the stone bench in front of the stone table.

There was a smile in his eyes.

She stretched out her hand, and a white jade comb in her palm made Yun Ling'er's palm look even whiter and tenderer.

Ning Sang lowered his head.

Yun Ling'er gently untied the rough cloth tied around her hair.

"Mingge's hair-combing skills aren't very good."

Yun Linger covered her mouth and chuckled.

As the rag was taken off, Ning Sang's long hair fell off instantly.

Her hair was extremely smooth and her black hair was extremely dark.

"Mingge, from now on your sister is my sister. Let me help her comb her hair from now on, okay?"

Yun Ling'er stroked Ning Sang's smooth hair in her hands.

Ming Ge met Ning Sang who lowered his eyes.

I could feel her stiffness.

But he still responded, "Okay."

Ning Sang paused but did not refute.

Yun Ling'er gathered Ning Sang's hair and gently tied it into two buns on both sides of her head.

She wore many beautiful pearls on her head.

Ning Sang could clearly feel that those spirit beads were providing strength to her body.

Ning Sang straightened up and heard a ding-dong sound above his head.

The loose hair below fell softly on her shoulders, swaying gently in the wind.

Yun Ling'er's hands gently moved through Ning Sang's hair.

Ning Sang was craving for this kind of temperature, but felt it was very strange.

No one ever combed her hair.

"Just change into a clean little skirt."

Yun Linger raised her hands and formed seals with both hands.

The next moment, Ning Sang felt a soft touch on his body.

Lower your eyes.

A colorful skirt was put on her.

He couldn't see what was above his head.

But by looking at the colorful skirt she is wearing, you can guess what Yun Linger's aesthetic taste is.

As the daughter of the sacred tree, she actually does not have the emotions of a human monk.

But after meeting Yuanchu, Ning An, and Shi Yu, she began to understand some feelings.

However, no one has ever given her such delicate feelings.

"Look, isn't our Ning'er pretty?"