After Becoming a Little Sister

Aliya is also numb - Yaya is an adopted daughter, and her mother blames herself for thinking too much, but at least the other party made this choice after careful consideration.

It's not like Yu Linglong, who has been cute for more than 100 years, but now she opens her eyes and gives herself a hard time, playing herself in front of the fairy sister.

What is it called?This is called repaying kindness with revenge!

The last one who was so miserable was Mr. Pei, the coin-throwing hedgehog!

Sister Shenxian pondered and didn't express her opinion. She just pulled out the chair and sat down. She didn't know what she was recalling, and her eyes changed.

Aliya also sat down, looking at the timid big loli, and fell into big thinking about life and society.

An 18-year-old flowery girl has a 9-year-old daughter named Xiaoyu. Is this the loss of morality or the annihilation of humanity?

The nine-year-old daughter is so terrifying...

But compared to those things that can only shock her own father, what Aliya is now struggling with is some other unspeakable metaphysics.

Xiaoyu is Xiaoyu's uncle, Xiaoyu is Xiaoyu, Lu Yanqing is Xiaoyu's mother, and Lu Yanqing is regarded by another Xiaoyu as her own mother.

If it is said that only the mother blamed the brain for making mistakes, then it can be regarded as an oolong.

But now that both Xiaoyu are planted, Aliya has to wonder if there is a conspiracy behind it.

For example, some brain holes that open up brain holes may not necessarily be brain holes or something...

"I feel like this is a huge pit."

Aliya took a deep breath and calmed down, "So Xiaoyu—cough, who is Master Yulinglong's uncle's mother? Didn't you check it?"

"..."

Sister Shen Shenxian raised her head and looked at Aliya, with a confusion she had never seen in her eyes.

In other words, it was the dazed look that Sister Shenxian had never seen before——

"I do not remember……"

Sister Shenxian murmured like this, with a delicate expression on her face.

Aaliyah is even more subtle - don't you protagonists have a talent called a photographic memory?

There are khaki royal sisters, fairy sisters also have them, and even little angels have them in a sense.

It's just that the little angel's photographic memory is due to muscle memory, and she's relatively mentally handicapped... Wait a minute, if the little angel is stupid and cute, then it seems that the other party is a genuine top university student?

Can a fool be admitted to Dongshan University?

Come on, it's not that foreign students are going to take the exam for Shida University...

So little angels are not stupid, even if the little angels on this side of the earth are a little cute, they can only be regarded as cute.

However, the fairy sister who has this kind of protagonist's regular skills suddenly said that she couldn't remember it-even she was talking about it not long ago!

Sister Shenxian rubbed her forehead and recalled her past. From Huanxiguan to now, she only felt that her memories became more and more messy.

"No...something is not right..." Her voice trembled slightly, although she tried her best to keep calm, she still seemed a little flustered.

Aliya could tell at a glance that she was afraid, and this kind of fear was not about who she was afraid of, but about something unspeakable.

Sister Shenxian is not afraid of birth, old age, sickness and death, nor is she afraid of dying, she has lived long enough.

It has been so long that I have enjoyed all the joys, sorrows and joys in the world, and endured all the extreme national and family hatred that a person can bear, spanning a hundred years.

But she couldn't accept that she had forgotten Huanxi Guan, her master and sisters.

There are three times of death in this world.

The first time is the death of the body, the extinction of thinking, and the return of the soul to nothingness, so it can no longer move and is buried in the earth.

The second time was the death of social relations. People who came to the funeral no longer had contact with him and missed his life, but he no longer had a place in the group.

The last death is the demise of existence - when the last person who remembers him also forgets him, then there is no trace of him, and he disappears completely.

The Huanxi Temple has a profound heritage, and the Huanxi Temple has a great reputation, but likewise, the Huanxi Temple is unknown.

People in the world don't know that there is Huanxi Guan, and even the well-known phrase "Han Xu Huan Tai Qing" has no real connection with Huanxi Guan.

Jianghu remembers the golden wrong knife, but they are old, and Jianghu is already dead.

The dark world remembers the fairy sister, and pays homage to her reputation as if looking up at the sun and the moon.

But they don't remember that Sister Shenxian was only ranked third in the entire Huanxi Temple.

Her master and elder sister are not inferior to her generation, or even surpassed.

But it has been too long, so long that these people who will not be written into the history books have been forgotten by the whole world.

Huanxi Temple preserves the culture of the entire Republic for thousands of years. Huanxi Temple has countless books, and the history books even have the original author's manuscript as a revision.

But they themselves are not included in the history books - they are destined to be a shadow of the entire Ming world, silently guarding that corner that no one cares about but is indispensable.

Where there is light, there is darkness, and where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Someone has to do something, and someone has to stick to something.

Sister Shenxian didn't care much about this, after all, they remembered it themselves, and that was enough.

She remembers her master, and her apprentices remember their ancestors, and they also remember themselves. Thousands of years later, generations of Huanxi Guanmen still remember their ancestors.

You can offer incense and worship, and be proud of Huanxi Guan.

However, Sister Shenxian suddenly realized now that it was like recalling a dream, except that she was very moved, and could not remember anything else.

The more I recall the details of the dream, the more I can't recall anything, I can only feel that everything I experienced is slowly being forgotten.

The past of Huanxiguan, the dreams of her childhood, seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, quietly, slowly, scattered and shattered.

"...Are you alright?" Aliya frowned, feeling the other party's disordered mental power fluctuations.

"I—um—" Sister Shenxian covered her head and snorted, "Puff—"

The blood vessels and meridians on her forehead protruded, her clenched fists were clenched and her breathing was disordered, and the blood that was originally surging directly recoiled backwards at this moment.

This sudden confusion made her mouth smeared with blood after she snorted, and the terrifying momentum began to spread.

You Ruo's spiritual power rushed in like a wall and pushed it across. Aliya raised her hand and swung to the side, forcefully letting go of the force.

With her wave of her hand, the seat next to her was directly shattered by an invisible force, as if it had been slapped down by an excavator with a shovel.

And this action also caused Aliya, who was already exhausted, to stagger back two steps, her calf hit the edge of the bed, and almost fell with a muffled sound.

She looked at the appearance of the fairy sister, pursed her lips and fell into silence, and subconsciously stepped sideways between her and Yu Linglong.

Don't go crazy, right?

Two Mount Tairuo swords, one in her hand and the other in the hand of the fairy sister.

Zombie Tyrannosaurus really can't beat the two of them, but it's hard for them to fight by themselves.

And now Aliya has almost no psychic power. If she only relies on physical functions, she is really not sure to face the fairy sister in her heyday.

After all, the blackness is three times stronger, if the fairy sister goes crazy, it will be a lot of fun...

The petite Yu Linglong grabbed her sleeve, poked her head out cautiously, and looked at the pained fairy sister.

Then she saw the person who was Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, raised his head and burst into tears, with a dazed and helpless expression.

"I forgot... I can't remember what the master looks like..."

At that moment, she didn't go crazy, she just cried out like a child——

"..."

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Huanxi Guan and Wuyou Island Separate Views

Sister Shenxian rummaged through the objects on the fifth floor of Yunuan Building like crazy.

The body and head of the heavy camphor wood box were separated, and the whole thing was directly torn apart by her previous inadvertent actions, and she ignored it.

Aliya looked at the padlock that had been unscrewed with her bare hands, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

Maybe this is the weak fairy sister...

And behind her, there was Mrs. Jin with a worried face, and Xiaoyu Linglong who was holding on to Aliya's sleeve and refused to leave for a moment.

Huanxi Guan·Jian Linglong·Yu Linglong

Mrs. Jin's first reaction when she saw her was that she didn't recognize her, her second reaction was to turn pale with shock, and her third reaction... well, there is no third reaction.

Because the small and cute Yu Linglong looks a little bigger than Lolita Xiong, she is still in the category of Lolita, Madam Jin has seen big storms anyway.

I have seen the destruction of human beings, what is a shrunken uncle?

"Master, do you really not remember Master?"

Lowering her voice, Mrs. Jin tentatively tried, and the latter timidly shook her head again and again.

Well, this is a big deal—— Mrs. King thought, turning her gaze to Alia.

Aliya is more innocent than her, so it really has nothing to do with me, okay?

I just saved a person, it can't be because I saved her and then the fairy sister lost her memory, right?What kind of epic linkage is this?

Unless Sister Fairy's memories of those years started from now, and then I changed the world line, that's fine—wait a minute.

Aliya subconsciously looked at Yu Linglong, then at the back of Sister Shenxian, her eyes flickering.

"No...no—why not?!"

Sister Shenxian rummaged through all those big boxes, and finally slapped the wooden lid of the last big box with a furious backhand.

The thick camphor wood box cover flew out with its hinges and hit the pillar next to it, making a heavy and muffled sound like a bell.

Mrs. Jin's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and the desire to survive engraved in her DNA repeatedly warned her to run away.

The current fairy sister is really angry. Although she didn't come at her, she is still terrible.

Aliya, who is not afraid of death, slumped her shoulders: "Anyway, tell me what you are looking for..."

The fairy sister with red eyes turned her head, and the glance between her eyes was like a dragon looking back, full of murderous intent.

If Mrs. Jin is like a colorful tiger, then Sister Shenxian is like a real dragon who is stronger than a tiger. At this moment, I can't control my breath, and my breath even brings a dull wind and thunder in Yunuanlou sound.

Well, the kind that pulls the bellows is very powerful, and the lung capacity is almost no one else.

Glanced at the people behind her, took a deep breath, Sister Shenxian suppressed her emotions a little bit: "About master's relics... I mean photos and the like, I can't find them..."