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At this moment, Li Xian`er suddenly asked, "Big Brother Yu, do you think that Mister Lan could be the legendary 'Holy God'?"

Yu Wu Hen frowned slightly and said thoughtfully, "The rumors about him becoming a commoner must have spread far and wide. If Mister Lan was a 'Holy God', he should be an old man, but just now, he seemed so young. It can be seen that he is not a Holy God."

Li Xian`er continued, "If he's a Pax God, he must have some immortal cultivation methods. Perhaps this Mister Lan is so young because of some strange cultivation method. Brother Yu, as you saw just now, even the chess piece in his hands is so strange, then he must be a little strange himself. Furthermore, Gods normally live for thousands of years. Rumors like these will only be for less than a hundred years, and to them, a hundred years would be nothing more than a blink of an eye.

Yu Wu Hen laughed, "How do you know that gods live for thousands of years? Could it be that you've seen it before?"

Li Xian'er scratched her head and shook her head. "I've never seen her before. That's what the ancient books say."

When Yu Wushang heard this, he laughed and said, "Believing in a book is better than not having a book. If there really is a god in this world, then people don't need to do anything anymore. The reason why people are willing to believe that there are gods in this world is only to get spiritual support, spiritual comfort. "

Ever since her mother and father had both passed away, she had repeatedly made wishes for them to be able to live again. If there really was an immortal, then her mother and father would have long since returned to her side, and she wouldn't have to live like this.

After a round of sparring with Lan Zisheng, Yu Wuhen was gradually filled with curiosity towards this person. Soul Shattering Chess was the magic item of the ghosts of the mountains, and how did this Mr. Lan obtain it? Since he was a recluse, he didn't ask about the affairs of the martial arts world, and naturally there were no conflicts between the martial arts world and the martial arts world. So what was the use of this magic equipment? Moreover, from the tone in his voice, it could be seen that he had a different relationship with the new leader of the Red Cloaked Society. What was the secret behind it?

All of this confused Yu Wuhen, but no matter what, this forest game had severely injured Lan Zisheng. Without a month of recovery, it would be difficult for him to recover.

On the other hand, Chun Sanniang had finally returned to the Nether Demon Palace after the battle at the Evil Gorge. Because too many things had happened along the way, they had delayed her for some time, so when she arrived at the palace, she did not dare delay for even a second before heading straight to the Coiling Dragon Palace to meet all sorts of people.

When Chun Sanniang entered the hall and saw that there was no one around, only a woman sitting on a chair made out of a hundred faces. Chun Sanniang was immediately enraged, thinking that it was a new favor she had found for a hundred faces. She angrily came up to the woman and asked, "Who are you? How dare you? Do you think you can sit in the Palace Master's seat?

The woman did not say anything, but continued to look at her with a smile. Chun Sanniang said angrily, "Seems like you are tired of living. If our Asgard Mistress were to come, I'm afraid you would not be able to leave even if you wanted to."

"Hum, hum, hum …" "Hahahaha …" After laughing, she stroked her sleeve, revealing her slender fingers as she leisurely said, "Sanniang, it has only been two months since we last met. Why, you don't even recognize who I am anymore?"

Chun Sanniang's heart tightened when she saw the inky jade ring with a golden skull on the middle finger of the woman's left hand. She hurriedly knelt down and said, "It's Third Madam who failed to recognize the Mistress. Third Madam …"

This woman was the Hundred Faces of Withering Palace's Palace Master. Every three months, Shuo Yue would drink the blood of a person, and after drinking it, her face and voice would become like that of a person. The so-called "supply" was cultivated by the Withering Palace to be a person who specialized in 100 stages of cultivation, with both males and females, and these people were all Hundred Faces Death Soldiers. They usually practiced all kinds of cultivation techniques, and the things they ate were all pills made from 100 stages.

"Alright, alright. Get up, Sanniang." The prime minister got up and walked to the foot of the hall. He helped Chun Sanniang up and said lovingly, "Look at you. You look much more haggard than before. Do you know how much my heart hurts?"

"For the Mistress' sake, what does Third Madam's little trouble count for? That's right, Mistress, please take a look, this is the Aquatic Glass Bead. " As she spoke, Chun Sanniang took out the Aquatic Glass from her bosom and handed it over to Bai Xiang.

It has already been ten years since it was stolen by Steel Armor Yuan Zun, and now, it is back in his hands once again. He looked at it lovingly, admiring it, praising it non-stop, "Third Madam, you did a very good job in this matter, you and Wu Xiang worked hard, and in order to reward you, I have given you the Thousand Revolutions Hundred Revolving Pill that I personally refined. Especially Third Madam, I have specially prepared for you." All sorts of teasing and longing could be seen in Yu Xiang's eyes.

When Chun Sanniang saw this, she couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness in her heart. She stuck out her finger and put it under her chin before making eye contact with Chun Sanniang. Chun Sanniang was aware of Chun Sanniang's feelings, but even when Chun Sanniang was in a relationship with Chun Sanniang, she knew that she was just the shadow of the person in her heart. Every time she thought of this, Chun Sanniang's heart was thrown into disarray. A wave of sadness rose up in her heart. She hugged Chun Sanniang and was about to kiss her, when she saw her eyes flicker and asked softly, "Sanniang, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Chun Sanniang quickly covered up her emotions and said, "It's nothing. It's just that I've been working too hard recently. Third Madam …"

"Since that's the case, go and rest. Come back when your energy has recovered." Yu Xiang looked at her tenderly and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of San Niang's eyes.

It was unknown why Chun Sanniang was unable to control her emotions. No matter how much she had to pay for her hundred percent, she would never be able to enter his heart. The grievances and unwillingness lingered in her heart.

Seeing Chun Sanniang's elegant and graceful figure, the Hundred Faces' emotions returned to twenty years ago …

His real name was Lin Yueqi, and he was from Hufen Village, Chongqing. Because his family was poor, his parents were still in debt and could not afford to raise these children. Because he was the eldest son of the family, his parents had no choice but to sell him to a rich family in the village, called Zhang Shou Shan.

Although this rich man was called Zhang Shou Shan, he had committed all sorts of crimes, bullying his neighbors, acting tyrannically, and even being so crafty and suspicious. Especially when it came to servants and servants. There were many rules and regulations, almost to the point of being harsh. They were not even treated as human beings.

The servant in the same room as Lin Yueqi was called Li Xiaoyi, who was one year younger than Lin Yueqi, but had arrived at the Zhang family two years earlier than him. Due to the fact that the two of them were of similar age and family background, they very quickly became friends that could talk about anything and everything, because Li Xiaoyi arrived a little earlier, he was very familiar with the situation of the Zhang family, such as the Zhang family's master, when he woke up, and when he rested.

Lin Yueqi was also talented and intelligent. He would always remember what Li Xiaoyi said. Just like this, he would inevitably be punished if he was cautious at every step of the Zhang family.

However, a few days ago, Lin Yueqi discovered that the previously cheerful and passionate Li Xiaoyi had suddenly become depressed. He was always absent-minded when doing things, and his expression was indecisive. As his best friend, Lin Yueqi was especially concerned about him.

One day, Li Xiaoyi went to wash clothes by the well while carrying a wooden bucket. As he walked, he swayed, staggered, and almost fell down. Lin Yueqi, who happened to be passing by, saw him, so Lin Yueqi quickly went forward to support him. Is there something wrong? "

"I'm fine, don't worry about me." Li Xiaoyi pushed him away coldly and walked towards the well in three strides.

Lin Yueqi caught up to Li Xiaoyi and stopped him. Seeing that Li Xiaoyi was listless, he said, "Xiaoyi, your forehead is so hot. Are you sick?"

"Maybe."

"Why are you still washing if you're not feeling well? Quickly put it down, I'll wash it!" Lin Yueqi snatched the barrel from Li Xiaoyi's hand.

"I don't need your help. I'll do my work myself!" Li Xiaoyi stubbornly snatched the barrel back.

"Aren't we best friends? You're not feeling well right now, so what's wrong with me helping you? " Lin Yueqi snatched the bucket.

"Aiya, if I say no, then no!" Li Xiaoyi snatched the barrel back.

As a result, the two of them fought back and forth over the water bucket. At this moment, the water bucket fell to the ground, and all of the clothes in the bucket fell to the ground.

Lin Yueqi felt very embarrassed, so he also squatted down to help him clean up the scattered clothes on the ground. At this time, there was a "Dingdang" sound, and a bright gold hairpin fell out from between the clothes. Hearing this crisp sound, Li Xiaoyi stood there stunned as if he had been electrocuted.