There might be something wrong with my rebirth

Fuyin's eyes are very beautiful, darker and clearer than Mu Luohua's purple.

When he opens his eyes, he can activate the power of his own foreknowledge.

It's just that his predictive power is also limited, and he can't completely reproduce the future. He can only deduce up to four key words, and then combine these four key words to perform divination and calculation.

But these four key words can already be fatal.

Ming Feng looked at Fuyin's eyes sinking into the abyss, and said softly: "You already know."

Fuyin was stunned for a moment, a smile slowly slipped from the corner of his mouth, he slowly lowered his head, and tied the ribbon again: "God Ming Feng, what's the matter with you, I don't believe you just came to chat with me, right?"

After he finished speaking, he sat down again, put down a porcelain white cup in front of him, and poured a cup of clear tea into it slowly: "The fresh snow on Yangshan Mountain is boiled into water, please God."

Ming Feng looked at him silently, and sat down slowly.

"Fuyin, do you believe in the theory of rebirth?"

Fuyin was calm and composed: "Ming Feng, if you say now that you are reborn, I have no doubts."

Ming Feng raised his head, his eyes were full of cold light.

Fuyin stared at Ming Feng for a long time with eyes covered by ribbons, and suddenly he smiled softly: "I'm joking, you don't have to take it seriously."

Ming Feng lowered his eyes, quietly looking at the black and white jade pieces on the chessboard.

Fuyin sighed softly. Although he has been tied to Ming Feng by the world all year round and has a similar personality, but at this moment he really wants to clarify for himself that although he doesn't like to talk, he is far from being as dull as Ming Feng .

Fuyin gently put down the teacup, and the delicate porcelain knocked gently on the table.

"Ming Feng, I heard that the Heavenly Emperor granted you a marriage contract with Immortal Shuangruo a few days ago," Fuyin raised the corners of his mouth in an attitude of watching a drama, "Shuangruo refused to marry, is it true?"

Ming Feng remained calm and nodded: "Indeed."

Fuyin curled the corner of his mouth.

Ming Feng didn't take it seriously: "I came here today to ask you to do me a favor."

Fuyin took a sip of tea lightly, smiled and said nothing.

He was in a good mood today, when had he ever heard the words "please" and "help" come out of Ming Feng's mouth.

Ming Feng knew what Fuyin was thinking, he opened and closed his lips lightly, and said, "Thank you very much."

Fuyin knew that it was almost done, and today she received both Ming Feng's request and Ming Feng's thank you, and she also frustrated Ming Feng's enthusiasm, so she said: "Just say it, I will do my best."

Ming Feng held a white piece in his hand, he made a decisive move, cutting off the "Qi" of the black piece aggressively.

There was light in Ming Feng's eyes, and he said a word very succinctly.

"Fuyin, can you find a way to search a person's memory?"

Fuyin sat up straight in an instant, her whole body tensed.

There is a way, but it is magic.

"Ming Feng, why do you ask for this move?"

Ming Feng pursed his lips, and then said two words lightly: "Save people."

Immediately afterwards, there was an in-depth conversation between the two, and Fuyin's expression was solemn from the beginning to the end.

Their in-depth conversation lasted for nearly three hours, and in the end both of them were a little tired, and Ming Feng took the lead in saying "Farewell".

However, when Ming Feng was about to leave the hall, Fuyin turned to him expressionlessly, her voice was a little unsteady.

"Ming Feng, if you don't retreat and recuperate to recover some of your divine power, within ten years, you will become the first High God in the whole heaven to fall naturally.

"You can't even heal small wounds naturally, and now the seal of the Ghost Slayer is loose, Ming Feng, your life is not just your own."

Ming Feng's tall figure froze for a moment, then continued to walk out.

His deep voice was as steady as a mountain: "Such trivial matters are nothing to worry about.

"Even if I only have one breath, I won't miss a sprite."

The moonlight suddenly broke through the confinement, and the misty white mist surrounded the entire Kuchan Island.

Ming Feng was also surrounded by it, and his whole body was instantly covered with a layer of flowing silver.

The cold sea breeze on Kuchan Island pierced through the air, flew past Ming Feng's side, and broke straight into the main hall. The weakened wind gently stirred Fuyin's hair.

Fuyinkong held up the cold cup of tea, and the cup pressed against his lips. He didn't move, but shook his head slightly after Ming Feng's figure disappeared into the hall.

After Ming Feng returned to the Zichen Hall, he found a letter and an intact brocade box neatly placed on his desk.

When he saw the brocade box, he felt a little more relaxed.

He ignored the brocade box and opened the letter directly.

He didn't read it, but touched the black ink with his fingers first, and then glanced at the petals of Mu Luo in the lower right corner.

A chuckle.

He didn't read the letter, he could roughly guess what was said in the letter, those indifferent words and sentences were like a small knife that cut his flesh and blood, every time he glanced at it, he would gouge out a piece of his flesh.

Ming Feng carefully folded the letter, and then put it together with the one that Shuangruo wrote to him before. After carefully checking that there would be no problems, he was relieved.

Then take it with you.

The next day, Shuangruo still had to wait for Huiyin.

On the other hand, Ming Feng arrived very early, quietly waiting for Shuangruo in front of the gate of Shenshen Division.

Shuangruo slept late yesterday, he revised the design drawings all night, there was a small black circle under his eyes, walking on Xuanyu Street like a ghost.

When he walked to the gate of Shenshen Division, he didn't pay attention to the black figure, and greeted vaguely, saying "early", and he will enter the Shenshen Division.

Ming Feng was a little helpless, and when Shuang Ruo was about to pass by him, he gently took his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Shuang Ruo."

Hearing the familiar deep voice, Shuangruo's drowsiness immediately disappeared by half.

He looked at the tall figure beside him in disbelief, his messy forehead somewhat blocked his eyes, he frowned, fled Ming Feng's hand without a trace, and greeted back: "God, good morning."

Ming Feng nodded.

The two stood in place, Shuang Ruo forced a smile: "God, shall we go in?"

Ming Feng still nodded.

Shuangruo is just the first day in Shenshen Division, and there are many things that have not been clarified. According to common sense, the agreement between the two of them yesterday is no longer counted, but Ming Feng still comes over to explain Shenshen for him. How the company works and how it performs its tasks.

双若

Shuangruo is very smart, and can remember many things clearly after just saying it. Ming Feng looked at Shuangruo's earnest recording, and felt a little bit reluctant.

Shuangruo is so smart, if he understands it just once, then there will be very little time left for him to spend with Shuangruo.

Each person in Shenshen Division has ten days of rotation time per month, and other free time will be arranged to perform tasks in various places in the Three Realms. Calculated, after deducting the ten-day rotation and ten-day mission time, and once every seven days In the Great Court Meeting, each person can really take a bath for about five days a month.

You can form a team when performing tasks, but if you form a team, the task reward points will also be divided equally.

As for the specific shift time, there will be statistics made by the internal personnel of the Shenshen Department, and then Shuangruo will be notified.

Shuangruo is very satisfied with this arrangement, and he joined the Shenshen Division to save Man Yin, and this system has provided him with a lot of convenience.

After more than an hour, Ming Feng finished explaining to Shuang Ruo the things that should be paid attention to in the Shensi Division, and Shuang Ruo thanked Ming Feng.

Ming Feng moved his lips and was about to say something when he heard Huiyin greet him from a distance: "Ming Feng, little cat, are you here? I've been looking for you for a long time."

Ming Feng frowned slightly when he heard the name "little cat".

Huiyin couldn't escape this movement, so Huiyin smiled and greeted Shuangruo first: "Little cat, how are you doing?"

Under Ming Feng's watchful eyes, Shuang Ruo answered bravely: "Ming Feng's god said it very clearly, I remember it."

Hui Yin smiled silently: "That's good, you can go around on your own first, I have something to say with Ming Feng, and I will take you to the register after I finish talking."

Shuang Ruo nodded and walked away quickly.

After Shuangruo left, the corners of Huiyin's mouth dropped immediately, and the smile disappeared from his eyes. He found a stone bench and sat down, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "God Ming Feng, yesterday you suddenly sent someone to tell me Nanqiu In a hurry, you asked me to go to the battlefield as a literary god, but you yourself replaced me and came to the Shenshen Division to bring in new recruits. What's the point?

"Look, is this plausible?"

Ming Feng pursed his lips tightly, and stared at Hui Yin indifferently with his long and narrow eyes.

Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was unexpectedly tense.

Huiyin propped his head lazily: "Or, this time, the little rookie in the Shenshen Division is so important that he needs to work your boss to introduce him?"

Ming Feng stood, looking down at him condescendingly: "Hui Yin, there are some things that cannot be joked about."

Hui Yin sat up straight in an instant, put his hands on both sides of his body, his brows and eyes turned cold: "Ming Feng, how do you know I'm joking?"

When the two of them were talking, a little servant boy passed by the forest next to him. He was far away, but he felt the tense atmosphere. He sneaked a glance to the side, and the sky was almost shattered by what he saw. .

The High God Hui Yin and the High God Ming Feng sat and stood, and the supreme coercion erupted invisible. The little servant boy only took a peek, and was almost forced to bleed out by the coercion, and ran away with lingering fear.

While running, he thought: "Aren't Huiyin Shangshen and Ming Feng Shangshen good friends for many years, why do they seem to be fighting in private if they don't agree with each other?"

Huiyin glanced at Xiao Linzi next to him, his expression immediately relaxed, and he returned to his idle look of not worrying about anything, and said: "Ming Feng, now Xiaomao'er has publicly rejected you, and suddenly he was thrown to the ground. How do you feel?"

"Or..." Hui Yin looked at Ming Feng's indifferent expression, and purposely prolonged his voice, "Is it because you are used to being praised by others, and you still want to chase him back, so that they can continue to praise you?

"Or, do you think that if you condescend to donate something, people will stick to it again? Then where do you put Chongming Zunzhu?"

Ming Feng frowned, with a cold light in his eyes: "Hui Yin, you and I have been friends for many years, and I don't want to do anything to you."

Hui Yin sneered: "My Ming Feng Shangshen, do you think that no matter how well you hide, no one will be able to see that your divine power has been exhausted?"

Ming Feng's jawline gradually tightened.

"I don't know what you have done. It must not be easy for you to do it with all your strength, but have you ever thought about it?" He would smile subtly, "What can you do with this crippled body now?" ? Even if you use force against me to force me to shut up, and fight against me, a little literary genius, will you definitely win?"

Seeing that Ming Feng didn't speak, he would say in a subtle way: "As your friend, I suggest that you find some free time and retreat for a while to recover some divine power."

Ming Feng looked at him calmly.

Huiyin smiled: "But I've reminded you that with fragile treasures in hand, there are definitely not a few people who are eyeing them. Maybe when you come back from retreat, little cat, he will be mine."

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