I teamed up with my nemesis after rebirth

"Hey." Lu Yinshuang grabbed Chang Jingyu's collar to prevent him from falling on the ground, "Wake up."

Chang Jingyu didn't react as if he was in a deep sleep, and Lu Yinshuang didn't see anything wrong with Chang Jingyu through the lens of his left eye, so he let him lie down, put the ancient mirror into the universe bag, and the space was like a wave of water. The surrounding spiritual power is no longer restrained, and the influence of the ancient mirror on Weiyang Mountain also disappears.

After the ice wall melted, I saw Fang Yuan struggling to get up, and he fell back as soon as he supported his upper body weakly.

"Save him, please save him..." Fang Yuan turned to Lu Yinshuang and begged.

"It's too late." Lu Yinshuang shook his head.

The branches of Xianluo had spread to the ground, Zhao He was wrapped in the tree, smiled serenely, and turned into scattered blue light spots, melting into the tree.

For a moment, the two of them seemed to be in a fairyland, with a clear breath flowing around them, and every leaf echoed in the air, as if the victim had said goodbye without regret.

"Why is there such a thing in the world?" Fang Yuan looked at the fairy radish full of spiritual power, and the treetops were slowly blooming with white flowers. He still couldn't understand Zhao He, but he couldn't let Zhao He understand him.

Lu Yinshuang stepped forward to pluck the vermilion fruit spit out from the unfolded petals, the tentacles were cold, like a heart that no longer beat.

"Let's go now?" Lu Yinshuang pressed the tree lightly, a thin layer of ice flowed from the fingertips in all directions, sealing the whole tree in place.

"Let me calm down for a moment...Zhao He was deceived. I heard a man say that he was going out to deal with troublesome birds. Did you put your crane outside?" Fang Yuan sat slumped before speaking. After speaking, he covered his eyes and cried.

Lu Yinshuang thought to himself that he was still a child after all, so he threw him a sound transmission talisman and said, "I'll go and have a look. If you are in danger, please contact me anytime. By the way, keep an eye on this kid."

Chang Jingyu breathed steadily, as if hypnotized by an ancient mirror. Lu Yinshuang wanted to leave directly, but when he saw Chang Jingyu's frowning eyebrows in his sleep, he clicked his tongue involuntarily, raised his sleeves to sweep away the ice, and took off his The outer shirt was thrown on Chang Jingyu.

Fang Yuan hugged his legs and turned his eyes, muttered indistinctly: "If you want to cover it, cover it well."

Lu Yinshuang secretly rolled his eyes: "Shut up."

He raised his hand and formed an ice sword in his palm, the sword shadow condensed by spiritual power stretched suddenly, Lu Yinshuang took a deep breath and raised the sword to slash down, a straight passage was opened on the hall wall amidst the deafening sound, Lu Yinshuang Yinshuang's body flashed out like a shooting star, submerged in the early morning rain.

……

When Chang Jingyu came back to his senses, he found himself standing in a warmly furnished room. He didn't know why, and reflexively wanted to hold the sword to be vigilant, but when he touched his waist, he realized that his sword had been destroyed.

Wait——Chang Jingyu looked down at the brown clothes on her body, then rushed forward to check the furniture, the bookshelf with lip balm, the half-finished embroidery samples randomly placed on the bedside, and one stuck in the door bolt wooden hairpin.

It was so familiar, Chang Jingyu could hardly believe his eyes, he shook his head vigorously, trying to make sure that he was not dreaming, when the door suddenly creaked, and a woman who looked less than 30 years old was pushing the door When he came in, the wooden hairpin shook and fell to the ground.

"Mother." Chang Jingyu's voice trembled, persuading him dumbfounded, "Why are you just throwing things around again?"

The woman put on a little makeup, her eyebrows were raised quite high, her eyes were crooked, and she looked bright and enthusiastic. She picked up the wooden hairpin and put it on the table, and rubbed Chang Jingyu's head: "It's okay, anyway, your father will Pick it up for me... how come you brat has grown so tall, let’s make new clothes in two days, as Hongyuan’s paintings just sold out.”

Chang Jingyu's nasal cavity was sour that she almost shed tears, she turned her head and asked, "Father, is he still there?"

"Your father is busy in the kitchen, we are waiting for dinner." The woman slapped Chang Jingyu reproachfully.

At this time, a gentle urging came from a distance, "Xinghe, come and get the bowl."

Yin Xinghe also raised his voice and responded: "Right away!"

Chang Jingyu was pulled by Yin Xinghe to eat without any resistance. He was already about the same height as his mother, but Yin Xinghe pulled him with the same strength as when he was a child, which still made him feel very at ease. It will go on day by day.

"Xiaomei is also coming to play today. After lunch, you two go to town to see the new troupe. Remember to bring me snacks when you come back." Yin Xinghe crossed the threshold briskly, she did not have the slightest gloomy and decadent self-cultivation , washed his hands by the sink, and helped Chang Hongyuan set up bowls and serve dishes.

"Let me get it for you." Chang Jingyu skillfully took out the chopsticks from the upper shelf of the cupboard, and he didn't need to tiptoe, "Is Xu Ruomei coming too?"

"That's right, why don't you call her sister?" Yin Xinghe looked at him strangely, "Don't be rude."

When Chang Jingyu tightened his hands, he pinched the chopsticks into two pieces.

"Oh, let go." Yin Xinghe hurriedly jumped up from the stool and pushed Chang Jingyu's hand away. Seeing that he was not injured, he tapped him with the end of his chopsticks, "Pricking your hand will heal, but chopsticks won't heal, brat What are you thinking?"

"Xinghe, let's get another pair." Chang Hongyuan smiled helplessly.

Yin Xinghe curled his lips and said, "Got it, let's eat quickly."

Chang Jingyu suddenly raised his head, blinked his eyes, and swiped his finger across his palm. The clear tingling pain calmed him down a lot. He looked at Yin Xinghe, who was surprised and puzzled, and Chang Hongyuan, who was always meek and tolerant. So real, as he'd longed for so many times in his dreams, they never left each other.

"I'm sorry, father, mother." Chang Jingyu forced a smile, "There are friends still waiting for me, I... let's eat next time."

"Are you in such a hurry?" Chang Hongyuan's figure suddenly flickered.

"En." Chang Jingyu took a deep breath.

Yin Xinghe asked to stay: "But you are gone, will you come back?"

"Yeah." Chang Jingyu hastily lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, he said softly, "Maybe, maybe I will visit you with my friends."

"I go first."

He thought of seeing Lu Yinshuang who was seriously injured and dying in the illusion, and felt that they would have no chance to know each other, and they would have no chance to travel together.

The hut in memory slowly faded and dissipated with Chang Jingyu's farewell. Yin Xinghe gave Chang Hongyuan a piece of meat and told him to eat more, and waved to Chang Jingyu in the gradually collapsing illusion, as usual .

……

Fang Yuan stood in front of the frozen Xianluo, he reached out his hand to touch the layer of ice, almost freezing his own hands, so he had to give up.

At this time, Chang Jingyu, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, with the red color still in the air, Fang Yuan jumped up in fright, and said intermittently: "You're awake, are you alright?"

Chang Jingyu sat up, looked at the cloak covering her body, put the clothes on slowly and asked, "Where is Senior Lu? What happened?"

He speculated that he fell into hallucinations because he touched the ancient mirror, but he didn't know how long he slept, and why there was an ice sculpture on the ground.

Fang Yuan's expression darkened, and he passed a few sentences, pointing to the tunnel on the wall that was exposed to the cold wind: "That violent swordsman hacked, the formation you left behind can be passed on, and that one can also be used."

"What about you?" Chang Jingyu asked.

"I want to stay a little longer." Fang Yuan tied up his gray and mixed hair, "It's too ugly for Zhao He to dye my hair, I have to scold him a few more times."

Chang Jingyu sighed silently: "Then I'll go to senior first, take care of yourself."

Fang Yuan hurriedly said: "Go, go."

The passage opened by the sword qi was cold, with thin ice on both sides. As soon as Chang Jingyu walked out of the cave, he saw Lu Yinshuang sitting on a flat stone next to him, holding an umbrella, holding a small fish in a paper bag. Dry-feed fly dew.

"wake up?"

Lu Yinshuang turned around casually, Feilu shook her head and spat out the dried fish at Lu Yinshuang's feet, and yelled at Chang Jingyu dissatisfied.

Chang Jingyu saw that the dried fish was piled up beside the stone. Lu Yinshuang and Feilu's you-feeding-me-vomit activity lasted for about half a day. He burst out laughing, and sat next to Lu Yinshuang and squeezed under the umbrella. : "Feilu, good boy, when I get back to Weihai City, I'll invite you to Pengyinglou for dinner."