This is a low voice from a boy, with a faint smile, and his tail note is slightly elongated, tainted with a bit of laziness in the quiet night, like the breeze playing with silk strings, lingering and pathos, confusing people's minds. Therefore, as soon as Ye Feiran heard this voice, her closed eyes opened instantly. She sat up suddenly and looked around subconsciously. As a result, there was no one around except for a treasure-hunting rat who had been in bed with her for some time. Seeing the treasure-hunting rat, Ye Feiran couldn't help but shake his head slightly and murmured, "It turns out that missing someone too much can cause auditory hallucinations!" As her voice fell, the familiar voice rang again, "Ran'er!" Ye Feiran was slightly startled, it was not an auditory hallucination! However, she looked around, even as her spiritual power spread around, there was no sign of Ye Mulin at all. "Are you dreaming?" The next moment, she pinched her thigh hard, causing a burst of pain. If it hurts, then it’s not a dream! Her mind was spinning rapidly. Ye Mulin must still be in the God Realm. His voice suddenly rang in her ears. Could it be that some secret technique was used? No matter what, she couldn't help but feel excited. Ten years, she has not seen Ye Mulin for nearly ten years. If she said that she has not missed him in these ten years, it must be a lie. So, she tried to whisper, "Mu Lin!" "Ran'er!" Sure enough, Ye Mulin's familiar voice rang again. At this time, Ye Feiran also determined the source of the sound, which came from the quilt, and besides her, there was only the treasure hunter rat in the quilt. Ye Feiran blinked his eyes with a look of disbelief on his face, and then tentatively called out, "Mu Lin?" "it's me!" This time, she finally clearly saw the treasure hunter rat's mouth opening and closing, and a sound unique to Ye Mulin came out. Ye Feiran: "!!!" No, we haven’t seen each other for nearly ten years, how come Ye Mulin turned into a treasure-hunting rat? No, no, some secret technique must have been used. When she came back to her senses, she looked directly at the treasure hunter and asked seriously, "Mu Lin, why did you become a treasure hunter?" Ye Mulin: "..." He didn't want to do this, but this was the best way. At this time, he also understood that if he didn't explain clearly to Ye Feiran, he might not be able to reunite in such a strange way. "Ran'er, this time I am not lowering my soul to the lower realm, but using the technique of divine descent. It is a skill invented by the divine realm to lower the soul to a certain cultivator, magical beast or spiritual plant in the plane. Replace all consciousness. Although the technique of divine descending is not as harsh as the lower realm of the soul, its success rate often depends on the physical strength of the recipient. If it is too weak, the divine soul will explode and die in the process before it can truly land. This is also the reason why the souls of cultivators in the God Realm do not fall easily, because once the recipients explode and die, they will have more evil obstacles. Of course, there is another way that is bound to succeed, that is, like me now, the soul lands on the treasure-hunting rat. It is my contracted beast and can ignore this restriction. " Ye Feiran nodded clearly, "That's it!" The next moment, she thought of something, and looked at the treasure-hunting mouse with Ye Mulin's soul already living in the bed with a half-smile. "Lord Emperor, did you already think of this when you left the treasure-hunting rat with me?" Ye Murin was silent for a while, and then asked in a sad voice, "Don't Ran'er like it?" The corner of Ye Feiran's mouth twitched slightly, and then he said truthfully, "I like it, otherwise I wouldn't know how to contact you. So, Mu Lin, thank you for your foresight in keeping the treasure hunter here. " Ye Murin slowly approached Ye Feiran, "There is no need to say thank you between you and me. This is also because I miss you." After listening to these loving words and looking at the fat body of the treasure hunter, Ye Feiran couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hahaha..." Ye Mulin: "..." Suddenly he regretted leaving the treasure hunter behind. He should have left a magical beast that could transform to accompany Ye Feiran. Now that his soul has landed on the treasure-hunting rat, he can't really do anything except talk. "Lord Emperor, if others know that you are now possessed by the treasure hunting rat, how will they react?" "Hahaha... I think they must also be in disbelief." Ye Mulin: "..." Who dares to laugh at him except Ran'er? After Ye Feiran had laughed enough, he reached out to pick up the treasure hunter and said softly, "Mu Lin, I haven't seen you in ten years, I miss you too!" Ye Murin rubbed Ye Feiran's hand, "I miss you too." After Ye Feiran and Ye Mulin's souls told each other about the pain of missing each other, Ye Mulin asked, "Do you want Ran'er to continue sleeping?" Hearing this, Ye Feiran raised her lips and smiled, "I'm not tired now, and I'm very happy. I can't fall asleep even if I want to." "Then tell me about the past ten years." Ye Murin smiled. "Okay, but before I talk, you answer my question first." Ye Feiran put the treasure hunter down, then lay sideways on the bed. While poking the treasure hunter's fat body, he asked, "Mu Lin, has your soul been repaired?" Regarding Ye Feiran's little move, Ye Murin was very helpless and replied truthfully, "It has been repaired, otherwise I will not be able to use the divine descending technique." Hearing this, Ye Feiran breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good!" Next, without waiting for Ye Feiran to ask, Ye Murin briefly talked about the affairs of the God Realm. "Ran'er asked me to bring the heavenly materials and earthly treasures back to the God Realm. I gave them to the Alchemy God immediately, and these heavenly materials and earthly treasures also played their role, so everything is fine in Ye Shen Realm now." Because Ye Feiran hadn't awakened his memory yet, Ye Mulin didn't say much. Ye Feiran nodded, "I'll tell A-Xuan when the time comes." Next, it was Ye Feiran's turn to talk about her past ten years. Although she reported good news but not bad news, she explained everything in detail. Ye Mulin listened carefully. In this way, one talked and the other listened, and they stayed in the dormitory for three days and three nights. During this period, Ye Feiran naturally took the Treasure Hunter to the mysterious space and came out after resting, but Chu Ci had not returned yet. At this time, Ye Feiran suddenly remembered something very important and asked quickly, "Mu Lin, how long can your soul of the general stay here?" Ye Murin chuckled, "Ran'er can stay with me as long as he wants." Hearing this, Ye Feiran's eyes suddenly lit up, "Really?" "Um!" After receiving a positive answer, Ye Feiran directly picked up the treasure hunter and planned to give it a kiss, but was stopped by Ye Murin's words. "It's a rat!" Ye Feiran's movements froze for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he said with a half-smile but not a smile, "Yes, this is a mouse, a mouse that contains the soul of Lord Emperor!" Ye Mulin: "..." I once again regretted leaving behind a treasure hunter rat that couldn't transform.
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
