Yuanshen everyone has become my figure

The sunlight streamed into the room lazily.

Chu Luye opened his eyes, looking at the strange ceiling above his head in a daze, and didn't realize where he was for a moment.

The memory came back slowly, and Chu Luye finally remembered what happened last night before going to bed.

He sat up suddenly, and the tail of Xiao Xiangyun draped over his body slipped down because of his movements.

Chu Luye looked down, and then he understood why he slept without a quilt all night in winter, but he didn't feel a stuffy nose and headache when he woke up.

Because his whole body was surrounded by Zhongli's dragon tail, there was almost no gap through which the wind could get in.

Even if the dragon's body is not fluff but scales, and the body temperature of the tail is there, Chu Luye can't help it even if he wants to catch a cold.

... No wonder he felt a little heavy when he was dreaming last night.

"you're awake?"

A quiet voice came from beside him.

The dragon's tail on Chu Luye's belly moved, and he was released from the bunk surrounded by the dragon's tail.

Chu Luye raised his head, looked along the extended tail, and saw Zhongli holding a book, leaning on the rocking chair, looking at him with a smile.

The sunlight from outside the window cast a layer of gold on Zhongli's loose long hair.

Chu Luye was in a trance for a moment.

He subconsciously stroked the hair on the back of his head, and it had returned to about the same length as before.

Seeing this, Zhongli put down the book in his hand, swung the dragon's tail, and swam to his side.

He touched Chu Luye's head, as if feeling the degree of resentment gathered:

"The resentment has almost dissipated, how do you feel now?"

"feel good?"

Chu Luye hesitated for a moment, always feeling like he had a dream last night, but he couldn't remember anything now.

"If it's a dream you can't recall, stop thinking about it."

Zhong Li's tone was flat and authentic.

"That may be the memory that was carried by my emotions, and invaded your dreams while you were sleeping."

...Mr. Zhongli's memory?

Chu Luye was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help feeling a little curious.

But Zhongli told him not to think about it, and his own moral quality also prevented him from too much exploring other people's past, Chu Luye suppressed the curiosity that had sprouted in his heart, and nodded seriously.

but……

Chuluye suddenly remembered something.

He looked at Zhongli with some hesitation: "Isn't this, the immortal method, very complicated?"

Zhong Li was stunned for a moment before he realized why Chu Luye asked this question.

He smiled helplessly: "It's not complicated, but..."

Zhong Li moved his tail away from the stone platform of the rock creation, revealing a slightly dark spar under the stone platform, and the gleaming runes on the stone platform were passing through the stone platform, one after another bound to this stone. on the spar.

The black mist visible to the naked eye was transported unimpededly into the spar through the channels formed by the sigils.

The color of the spar gradually became more and more dull as the fog was contaminated.

Chu Luye looked at the spar that was still slowly rotating, and was slightly taken aback:

"This is……"

"It's the crystallization of my negative emotions—or it can be called the resentment of the devil god."

Zhong Li swung the dragon's tail and rolled up the palm-sized spar.

"That……"

Chu Luye quickly raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and wanted to ask if this fairy method could work on Mandrill.

"No."

Zhong Li sighed regretfully, the dragon's tail exerted force, and under Chu Luye's puzzled eyes, crushed the spar into crumbs.

Chu Luye watched helplessly, the spar turned into pieces of luminous dust in the sunlight, and the black mist drilled out from it circled in the air, roaring and rushing into Zhongli's body.

His pupils shrank suddenly.

But Zhongli just frowned and closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the calmness and calmness of the past was restored in those golden eyes.

He looked at Chu Luye full of shock and worry, his eyes gradually softened, and a comforting smile appeared on his face:

"As you just saw, resentment will have its own carrier."

"Even if they are temporarily restrained by the seal and condensed into the form of spar, they will soon escape to find a suitable carrier."

"so……"

Chuluye gradually understood what Zhongli wanted to express.

"If I don't want to bear these things, or if I die one day, there will be other people—like you, like Mandrill, who will be chosen by them to be their carrier and bear these grievances for a lifetime."

Zhong Li spoke slowly, his tone so flat that he didn't seem to be telling his own death or responsibility, but telling someone else's story.

"And these resentments, they were born from the wear and tear of time on the demon god, and only time can wear them away."

Chu Luye fell silent, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Zhong Li instead smiled lightly.

He reached out and touched Chu Luye's head.

"Don't worry about these grievances on me. They come from my experience and emotions. In a sense, they are also an indispensable part of me."

"If you have to talk about it, maybe Mandrill's situation is more worrying."

Chu Luye reluctantly nodded, feeling a little more refreshed.

But there was still no solution to the problem with Mandrill, especially after Zhong Li said so, the problem became more serious.

Zhongli pondered for a while, then said: "Drill's situation is not easy to solve. The conditions of this world are limited, so it is even more difficult to find a complete solution."

"But if it's [Lianli Zhenxin San], I might try to find some alternative medicines."

Chu Luye's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he nodded immediately.

"What, need, my help?"

Zhong Li smiled lightly, and touched Chu Luye's head: "No need, I can handle this matter alone."

"That……"

Chu Luye opened his mouth again, wanting to ask if he could provide some necessary support.

Such as money, money, or money or something.

"You just have to deal with your own affairs."

Zhong Li smiled slightly: "For example, think about how to deal with this horn on your head."

"!"

Chu Luye was startled, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

However, after a while, he discovered the loophole in Zhongli's words.

"Mr. Zhongli, didn't you say that this matter is up to you to resolve?"

Chu Luye frowned and said suspiciously.

"You're right."

Zhong Li nodded solemnly, but there was an unconcealable smile in his eyes.

Chuluye finally realized that Mr. Zhongli was joking with him now.

He was suddenly a little powerless, and could only complain silently in his heart: Mr. Zhongli is really childish sometimes.

"Okay, I don't want to joke with you."

After Zhong Li finished laughing, he restrained himself from joking, and waved to Chu Luye.

"Come on, I'll give you an illusion to cover up this horn. If nothing else happens, it should only have a short-term effect."

"Is that so..."

Chu Luye was stunned for a moment, and then realized that if this was the impact of his "future self", it really shouldn't last for a long time.

He silently reflected on the unconsciousness that he seemed to have inherited from last night to today, lowered his head, and moved a little closer to Zhongli, so that Zhongli could add illusion to the antlers on his forehead.

Zhong Li stretched out his hand, and brushed aside the bangs on Chu Luye's forehead, revealing the small antler on his forehead.

He looked at the antler, lowered his eyes, and blew lightly on Chu Luye's forehead.

Chu Luye shuddered subconsciously, and suddenly understood where the coolness he felt before he woke up last night came from.

... Do immortals always breathe like this when they cast spells?

Such a question suddenly popped into Chu Luye's head.

After Zhongli blew that breath, he let go of the hand on Chu Luye's forehead, stepped back a little, and said with a smile:

"Okay, go and look in the mirror."

Chu Luye touched the forehead unconsciously, and was a little surprised to find that the touch under his hand was smooth.

He touched it back and forth several times, but he didn't feel anything hard like horns from inside his temples.

If Mr. Zhong Li hadn't said it was an illusion, he would almost have thought that the horns on his head had been blown away by this breath.

Chu Luye looked up at Zhongli, his black eyes were full of doubts.

He subconsciously wanted to ask Zhongli for an explanation.

And Zhong Li smiled slightly.

He gently squeezed Chu Luye's wrist, and pulled Chu Luye's hand to his forehead.

Then Chuluye trembled again, and felt the strange touch from the antler again.

He looked at Zhongli, his eyes widened in shock, and after Zhongli let go of his hand, he reached out and touched it himself.

Nothing was touched.

Chu Luye fell into philosophical meditation.

If this antler can't be seen or touched by anyone except Zhongli, and even he himself can't feel its existence, then does this antler still grow on his head?