In a trance, the days I spent with him many years ago appeared in front of her eyes.
"Lian'er, can we practice together in the mountains?"
"Lian'er, you have some problems with your piano score, I'll change it for you..."
"Lian'er, although I don't have a fixed body, if you like it, I will always be with you as a man..."
"Lian'er, have you fallen in love with that Pojun? He is so cruel and ruthless, what is there to be something worthy of your love?"
His voice and appearance, his smile, kept replaying in front of her eyes...
At that time, she had not met Pojun yet. She had only his company, and he had only her company...
But she eventually violated her oath of practicing with him and ascended to become an immortal alone!
"Lian'er..."
A low voice slowly sounded in her ears. She shook suddenly, thinking it was the sound of a mandrill. She lowered her head and looked at the mandrill in her arms, but he did not open his eyes.
"It's me..." Zhuo Yanchong didn't know her illusion just now. The bitterness in her eyes flashed, and she bent down to try to pull her up.
However, Jin Yuan shook her head and rejected his kindness
"How can you save him with your body like this?" Zhuo Yan sighed lowly and said quietly.
Jin Yuan was stunned, then a hint of ecstasy rose on her face, and she grabbed Zhuo Yanchong's sleeve and asked anxiously: "You have a way to save him, right?"
Zhuo Yan nodded, spread his palms and showed her: "This is the last wisp of his soul I just searched around..."
After he said that, he asked Jin Yuan to lift up the body of the mandrill, reached out to press the back of the mandrill, and slowly pushed the soul into the body of the mandrill.
Then he continuously injected fairy energy into the mandrills. It was not until the mandrills recovered his breath that he slowly let go of his hand, covered his mouth and coughed several times.
"Now, there is only this wisp of soul left in the mountain mandrill, so the original memory will not be retained, and no one will be recognized..." Zhuo Yanchong calmed down and explained lightly
Jin Yuan was still a little worried. She looked at the mandrille and only recovered her breath, but did not open her eyes, frowned and asked, "What about the demonic nature in his body?"
"He only has a wisp of soul, so how can he have any magic? When he wakes up, he is just a mountain spirit with low cultivation... he has no understanding, and he will not remember the past!"