After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

The air was awkward for a moment.

The roots of his ears were red, and his soft and tender hands slapped hard on the ground, leaving a small palm mark.

Chiyu was incompetent and furious: "Why is the ground full of gravel!"

Although what he said was very imposing, it couldn't hide the fact that he was tripped by himself.

Fang Xingjian sighed, grabbed the child with his long hand, and picked up the child lying on the ground, resting his little butt on his arm.

Chiyu's center of gravity was unsteady, her body swayed, and she could only hug Fang Xingjian's neck in a panic.

After finally sitting up straight, the puppy let out a breath and raised his head weakly.

It actually bumped into my brother's unfocused eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a black butterfly fluttering its wings.

Looking from the corners of the eyes to the jaw line, and finally on his white jade-like earlobe, Chiyu subconsciously stretched out his hand and squeezed the tender flesh.

I can't remember how long I haven't seen him like this.

Fang Xingjian patted the child on the back lightly, warning:

"Hold me well, don't fall in front of the ghost."

The face of the three-year-old has not yet opened.

Chiyu withdrew his hand foolishly, the golden pupils were surprisingly large on his small face, his skin was so white and tender that it puffed up water, and the silk ribbon stood up behind his head with long hair. I don't know how a wealthy family can raise such a little girl carved in pink and jade. son.

He tried his best to hug Fang Xingjian's shoulders with his short hands, gave a heavy hum, and quietly moved the tip of his nose to his brother's neck, sniffing the faint scent of saponins on his body.

Smiling eyes are narrowed.

He didn't see Fang Cai's angry appearance, but he looked like a well-fed otter, licking his lips softly, and making small calculations slyly and cleverly.

To be able to hold my elder brother in a fair and bright manner, and stay with him, regardless of whether I am three years old or five thousand years old.

Fang Xingjian skillfully held the child firmly, subconsciously showing a slight smile, the child's light milky fragrance and the smell of saponin filled his nostrils, he was a little dazed for a while, and memories of the past flooded into his mind.

Since she was a child, Wen Ziyi liked to provoke others everywhere. If she was not cultivated enough, if she couldn't win, she could only get beaten.

She was still shy after being beaten, and hid in the bamboo forest where she couldn't find her and didn't make a sound.

Before he came back late at night, Fang Xingjian had no choice but to look for Wen Ziyi, who had a bruised nose and swollen face from the beating, and find the child among dead branches and rocks.

The little mud monkey was already fast asleep, his whole body was hot and he couldn't stop sneezing.

Fang Xingjian could only carry him back, carefully healed his wounds and bathed him, changed into clean clothes and urged him to sleep.

All he did were trivial things, but Wen Ziyi was gradually brought up, and there were not even one or two fellows in Lingyan Mountain who could beat him until his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

He secretly sneered, closed his eyes to shake off the memory in his mind, and carefully shook the red jade on his arm in his arms.

It's a pity that it's all over.

It's just holding a child, how can it be so sentimental.

Isn't the little fat man in his arms more well-behaved than that mud monkey?Why bother thinking about the past.

A vague urging came from a distance, Fang Xingjian responded, and chased after him in a few steps.

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Zhou Yunyi said that there are three scenes in the illusion, and each scene is the meeting point between the poor scholar and the ghost.

Just like now, Gui Mei went to Huachaohui with her friends for a banquet, and saw a famous young man in the city. She didn't like the rich and noble people with gardens, but fell in love with a poor and poor scholar at first sight, and she would not marry unless he was the only one.

If this node can be broken, then the subsequent love and elopement will be like smoke, and the illusion will be shattered.

But it's easy to say, Zhou Yunyi once led many people to try to break the illusion, and they tried countless methods, but none of them worked.

Gui Mei would still run to the poor scholar without hesitation, falling in love at first sight, her eyes glowing.

Zhou Yunyi sighed, and then talked with Gui Mei with a smile on his face.

Fang Xingjian fell far behind them, but his spiritual consciousness was locked on Zhou Yunyi's body.

This person turned upside down without telling the truth, and the reason for taking them into the illusion was too weird.

I'm afraid Zhou Yunyi's ultimate goal is not just an illusion. The original book does not detail the process of him sitting on the Supreme Ghost Cultivator, and he is already a powerful figure when he appears on the stage.

Jianxiu subconsciously felt that this illusion had a lot to do with Zhou Yunyi, and even his supreme position——

That's where it started.

Bai Xinghua's right-hand man, how could Fang Xingjian watch him grow stronger?

The spiritual consciousness was tightly covering Zhou Yunyi's body, he just smiled lightly, wondering how to break this illusion.

Fang Xingjian kept calculating in his mind, but he didn't notice the child in his arms.

When Chiyu was young, she had a tiger head and a tiger head, with a pair of golden pupils fluttering, revealing a bit of childishness and innocence.

Even the passers-by in the illusion felt their hearts softened when they saw it, and quietly talked with their faces behind the two of them.

Little Chiyu didn't care what other people said, but obediently stared at Fang Xingjian's side face, pursing her lips and smiling, revealing two deep dimples.

He pinched his earlobe lightly, and said in a milky voice, "Brother, look at me."

The warm breath blew to Fang Xingjian's side, and the cold sword cultivator couldn't keep his face cold, and his tone was more gentle, and said softly:

"what happened?"

Relying on her small stature, Chi Yu ignored her thousands-year-old heart and only wore a three-year-old skin, and replied crisply:

"I like my brother so much."

Fang Xingjian frowned, lowered his head to warn him to speak up, and suddenly felt his lips touching a piece of soft skin.

Little Chiyu brought her chubby face to his lips, and was kissed hard!

He quickly turned his head back, his golden pupils were full of satisfaction, and he leaned on Fang Xingjian's body again, half of his face was hidden behind his shoulders, only a pair of beautiful eyes were exposed, and pink bubbles were flying from the top of his smiling head.

For the first time, Xiao Chiyu felt that Gui Mei could do some good things.

Don't rush to do it yet, let's hug brother for a while.

The soft touch on his lips lingered for a moment, Fang Xingjian paused, and continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

He didn't speak for a while, but Chiyu sensed something was wrong, turned his head pitifully, and asked, "Is brother angry?"

Fang Xingjian shook the weight in his hand, he was silent in his heart, what was he fussing about with a child.

He raised his other hand and knocked on Chiyu's head, touched his soft hair and rubbed it subconsciously, fearing that the child would be fooled, so he warned:

"Don't do that next time."

Chiyu was overwhelmed by the flattery, never had he seen such a close brother, for a moment he loved the three-year-old body so much, his little head shook like a rattle.

"Not anymore!"

The little bird leaned against his arms, her golden pupils gleamed, and her short fingertips gently slid across Fang Xingjian's jawline, revealing a silly smile.