The little white fox shouted instinctively, looking a little hesitant.
The appearance and temperament of the person in front of it are extremely unfamiliar to it, but the bright eyes of the other person are exactly the same as the owner deep in its memory.
"Master, haven't you already died..." the little white fox's voice trembled.
Su Yun smiled slightly: "The years are long and the reincarnations are endless. Even if I forget my past life, I still want to reincarnate and come back to see you again."
At this moment, the little white fox suddenly burst into tears.
There is no mistake, this is your own master!
Even after hundreds of reincarnations, everything has changed, but only that look will not change.
When he opened his eyes for the first time, what he saw was his master's eyes.
"Master, you are finally back. The little fox misses you so much." The little white fox cried and ran over and ran into Su Yun's arms.
Next to him, Qin Yue was stunned.
"You, are you really the reincarnation of the white fox master?" Qin Yue couldn't help but ask.
Su Yun smiled and shook his head.
Everything is just an illusion.
Some illusions can only be superficial, blinding people's vision and hearing. Once they are seen through, they are like a bubble.
However, some illusions are applied to the soul and soul, subverting the truth and falsehood.
Su Yun's attainment in this path is obviously the latter, substituting illusion for reality, allowing himself to replace the master in the other person's memory.
Those who are good at illusion will suffer the most severe backlash from illusion.
This little white fox is of the bloodline of the Qingsang Fox Clan. He is born with the talent of illusion, and can confuse all living beings with illusions invisibly.
But when it encountered Su Yun, it stumbled into a big somersault and fell directly into it.
Su Yun reached out and stroked the fur of the little fox in his arms, and asked casually: "What is the situation in this ancient courtyard now?"
The little fox enjoyed Su Yun's caress and said softly: "Master, when you died, you passed down your will and asked Steward Bai and Steward Black to choose the right person for you to inherit your inheritance. Over the years, things have happened one after another.
There are many groups of people, but they are all mediocre talents. Tutu and I are extremely bored and have fallen into a deep sleep long ago. I don't know what the situation is now."
Qin Yue was extremely shocked when she heard: "White manager and black manager?"
Is there such a thing in this Orchid Ancient Courtyard?
"Master, who is she?" The little fox glanced at Su Yun.
Su Yun said: "She is my friend in this life."
friend?
The little fox pouted. After his master was reincarnated, his taste in choosing friends became worse and worse.
The woman in front of me condenses the sixth-grade golden elixir, which is considered top-notch among the middle-grade people, but is still far behind the threshold of the high-grade golden elixir.
How can someone of this caliber be worthy of being the master’s friend?
I think back then, the people who interacted with the master were all those who had the above-grade golden elixir to create the Tao foundation.
The seventh-grade golden elixir is only qualified to stand at a distance and respect the master. Only the eighth-grade golden elixir is qualified to talk to the master. Only the genius who has built the Tao foundation with the ninth-grade supreme golden elixir can sit down and discuss the Tao with the master.
However, since the master had spoken, the little fox also gave Qin Yue a face and explained: "Steward Bai and Steward Black, one is responsible for taking care of the pets and animals in the yard for the master, and the other is taking care of the flowers and plants in the yard for the master.
Similar landscapes, such as stone forest landscape, lotus pond landscape, waterfall landscape..."
As Qin Yue listened, her eyes opened wider and wider.
Does the stone forest landscape refer to the ghost stone forest?
The lotus pond landscape, could it be the purple lotus pond?
And the so-called spiritual pets, shouldn’t they be as scary as the little fox in front of me?