The thick fog was filled with low visibility. Li Xianyu could not see the scene around him, but could only see the white fog that was frozen in the air.

The sound of footsteps came from the depths of the thick fog, with echoes. Based on this, Li Xianyu judged that he was in an empty and closed environment.

Where am I?

He looked around and was shocked to find that he could not see his body, except for the thick fog.

Dream?

A dream with extremely clear consciousness?

Li Xianyu is not unfamiliar with this. He has had such an experience and has an extremely clear self-awareness in his dreams. That was the first time he went back to see his biological father Li Wuxiang.

This time, when he thought about what he had just started, he saw the fog in front of him, and suddenly rippled, and a man in his thirties walked out.

He has handsome facial features, sharp pupils, tall body, and a small gap on his left eyebrow.

It is Li Xianyu's biological father, Li Wuxiang!

Meet again, Dad, what will you tell me this time?

Li Xianyu just thought so, and Li Wuxiang, who had walked out of the thick fog, looked around, and then found him, was startled, and his voice distorted, shouted: "What's it?!"

The dream ends here!

Li Xianyu opened his eyes and saw that the familiar room was not the familiar room. The sky above his head and the Baoze Building under his feet.

I was dead or the Yin God left his body. He looked around, his body was translucent and had no physical substance. He floated above the Baoze Building, unable to feel the wind or the humidity of the air.

This is probably the case when the Yin God leaves his body, but I have not yet cultivated the Yin God.

He planned to return to his body first, dive into the Yin God, and penetrated the reinforced concrete building. He quickly returned to his room and saw himself sleeping soundly on the bed.

Bumped over.

As soon as he saw his eyes flashed, he crashed through the bed and walls, and hit the grandmother's suite next door.

The lights in the living room are on,

The light of orange yellow is emitting a dull orange light, the laptop is placed on the desk, the screen is frozen, and the two bright red "failures" are particularly conspicuous. The mouse is thrown over on the table.

As it turns out, even Grandma Zu's hand speed and operation cannot save her teammates.

Li Xianyu recalled the reality from this. I shouldn’t be a pitfall. There are no pitfalls in our team. Everyone is full of talents with strong consciousness and superb operations. I can only blame the opponent for being too strong.

The two masters are difficult enough, plus Baker Richardson.

The future is difficult.

He didn't think much about it, and couldn't wait to enter the bedroom to find his breasts. The Yin God could not return to his body, which made him a little anxious.

Recently, Li Xianyu has been in contact with the second personality too much, which makes him a little afraid that he will be divided. He cannot return to his body because his body is occupied by another personality.

Without opening the door, he went straight into Grandma's bedroom.

The room has a soft light, and the light is the desk lamp of the bedside table, which is set to the lowest brightness, covering the scene inside the house with a light gauze.

Grandma was wearing a small vest and a pair of pink shorts, which was like the base of her thighs. She clamped the quilt between her legs and her hips were sticking back, and the perfect buttocks were outlined to the fullest.

The legs were straight and tight, without a trace of excess fat. When it reached the waist, the lines suddenly closed, making the small waist so slender that it was not enough to hold it.

I just glanced at it,

"Grandma Zu?" After feasting her eyes, Li Xianyu floated to the head of the bed, trying to wake up Granma Zu.

Grandma Zu ignored him.

"Grandma Zu!" he emphasized.

"Grandma Zu!!!" he yelled.

Grandma Zu slept meticulously, and did not even move such as turning over and frowning, which made Li Xianyu realize that Grandma Zu slept without even noticed him.

Yin Shen is a phenomenon after the spiritual power is condensed to a certain level. Its essence is the spirit and will produce spiritual fluctuations.

Grandma Zu could not notice that Li Xianyu had a vague guess. He left Grandma Zu's room and went to Sanwu's room next door. Sanwu sat cross-legged on the bed to practice qi.

This girl always makes Li Xianyu feel distressed, but she just wants to be unable to love her. You can't pull a wooden man without feelings onto the bed.

That's what the otakus can do.

Next to Sanwu is Qing Huizi's room, with bright lights. She hasn't slept after leaving her room. She is sitting in front of the computer to learn makeup skills. No wonder her makeup looks so cold and charming tonight.

He applied a little makeup, but applied his lips brightly, giving a strong visual impact to the man.

In fact, Li Xianyu is quite a bit of this.

However, the women around them don’t like makeup. Even prodigal girls like Thunder Zhan Ji only buy some expensive skin care products instead of cosmetics.

Everyone thinks they are naturally beautiful and makeup is something that vulgar fans do, so they don’t need it.

He turned to Zhan Ji's room and Huayang Xiaoma's room. Xiaoma didn't have to stay in his body. She actually had a physical body, and the body of a female cadre at the Shintoshima Shrine.

My mother forced herself to take possession, and she usually puts talismans on her body to preserve her body. Occasionally, my mother wants to eat and experience the feeling of living, so she uses this body.

When Li Xianyu woke up at night, he found that Huayang was no longer in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The lights were also on in my mother's room, and she leaned against the bed and watched TV. Watching TV was one of her few hobbies, and she loved Japanese and Korean dramas. Because love was so sad and beautiful, it was very consistent with her experience.

Domestic TV series cannot satisfy her in this regard.

"My little mother!" Li Xianyu shouted, and nothing unexpected happened, the fallen angel could not see him.

My state is really a voyeuristic artifact. He is thinking of making fun of his suffering.

This is not a Yin God, my condition is very strange.

Li Xianyu calmed down his impatient mood and carefully experienced his own state.

After a while, he opened his eyes, took a step back, and the surrounding scenery changed. He came to Zhan Ji's room, and Zhan Ji fell asleep soundly.

He took a step back and found that he had come to Qing Huizi's room. The rogue cousin was learning makeup skills and just reached the stage of brow drawing.

Li Xianyu's pupils shrank.

Remember correctly, Qing Huizi was also drawing eyebrows just now.

He thought of a possibility, accelerated his retreat and came to Sanwu's room, Grandma's room, and his own room in turn.

Qing Huizi, wearing a silk nightgown, lay on him with a charming smile

I am traveling through time, I am going back to time, and in another way I jumped out of the shackles of time. With the state of Yin God, this is a sign of the further recovery of fruit power. But I, I cannot affect the reality. Li Xianyu, who has been verified, has no doubts anymore.

If it cannot affect reality, then what's the use of me breaking out of time?

At this moment, he felt a strong sense of fatigue and his consciousness became blurred.

I opened my eyes again and it was already in the familiar room, and it was pitch black and there was no Qing Huizi around me.

He woke up.

Without saying a word, Li Xianyu lifted the quilt and rushed out of the room, came to Qing Huizi's door, held the door handle with his hand, and used the qi to shake the door lock.

Qing Huizi in the room was startled and looked up with her eyebrows raised. Seeing that it was Li Xianyu, she immediately showed her charming and seductive look: "Have you thought it through?"

Li Xianyu ignored her and looked at the computer screen. It just so happened that the teaching of video was to draw eyebrows.

"Little cousin?" Qing Huizi shouted.

Li Xianyu was about to speak, but suddenly felt a headache. He pressed his forehead and shook his head, and said in a daze: "Hey, why am I here?"

Qing Huizi: "???"

I had some problems with my condition just now. It seemed to be backing the time. This is a sign of the fruit's further awakening, but why did I come to Qing Huizi's room?

He found that he couldn't remember it.

At the same time, his experience of Yin Shen returning to time began to forget, leaving only the impression that he could go back to time in the Yin Shen state.

Qing Huizi looked at his back as he turned around and left, and was confused.

The Buddha's head has fallen.

This incident spread quickly the next day, shocking the blood group. Even though the news in the blood group has been continuously since last year and the blood group has a certain degree of immunity, the news of the sudden passing of the Buddha's head is still shocked.

The Buddha's head was ninety years old and became the ultimate Taoist for decades. Many people grew up listening to his stories. The old monk had no stories. But it did not hinder the blood descendants' respect for him.

As long as they can remember, they knew that there was a great Taoist in the blood-born world, who was the president of the Taoist Buddhist Association, the leader of the Buddhist sect, and the head of the Buddha in the world.

To a certain extent, Buddha heads are their life, their three views, and a solidified and great image.

Such a person suddenly passed away without any warning.

Even those who have experienced strong storms are stunned and stupid.

"Is this fake news? How could the Buddha Head pass away? Although he is old, he has a long life span. Buddha Head is a monk and rarely fights with others. It is normal for him to live for more than a hundred years."

"A similar news will come out in a few years. It's no wonder, it must be fake."

At the beginning, the comments on the Internet were questioning. But the news was soon confirmed that someone sent out pictures of the funeral held by Lianghua Temple. The thousand-year-old temple was covered with white mourning, and the number of monks and Taoists worshipped was unclear.

"Really, really passed away?"

"This is impossible, this is impossible!"
To be continued...