Despite all the reluctance and helplessness, being forced to become a demon cultivator is an indisputable fact.
But within the jurisdiction of the fairy world, there is no place for Suning. He is a demon disciple who can be punished by everyone.
Therefore, he could not tell Pei Chuan everything that had happened in these years. He just wanted to try his best to satisfy the regrets in his heart in the "few days left".
Go back to Taoshan Village, burn some paper in front of the graves of grandparents, and chat with them.
I went to Kyoto to visit my parents and asked my elder sister Su Tongyuan if she had ever found her beloved.
Uncle, second uncle, aunt, and the Wang Changhou family who he brought from the remote Nanyang Town to settle in Kyoto.
The well-behaved and sensible Wang Xinyi is a tiger with a tiger head and a tiger brain.
Of course, there is also his former best friend Meng Fan, who is married to Xiao Minghe, the eldest daughter of the Xiao family.
Suning wanted to see and meet all of these people.
In the open and bright, or secretly hide in the dark and take a look.
Because he clearly knew that this separation would be forever, and before he stepped into the semi-holy realm, he would never be able to come back.
And if you want to touch the threshold of semi-saint, it will take at least thousands of years, and at most nearly ten thousand years.
It may even take longer, which is hard to estimate.
He can afford to wait and spend. Can his mortal relatives and friends wait that long?
The answer is self-evident.
Including Ji Xuanqing and others, the lifespan of three to four hundred years is already the limit.
If they cannot break the shackles of China, they will eventually die of hatred and turn into handfuls of yellow sand and be buried deep in the ground.
This is a scene Suning doesn't want to see. He doesn't want to, but he can't do anything.
It's the anger of having more ambition but not enough strength, and the sadness that he can only accept his fate at present.
Because of this, he cherishes the present very much.
Cherish the old friends and relatives he can still see, and say goodbye to them solemnly.
"Buzz buzz buzz."
Pure immortal power poured into Pei Lingyi's body at an extremely slow speed, forcing out all the turbid impurities she was currently contaminated with.
Pain occasionally appeared on her young and dazed little face. Her little hands were tightly holding the handlebars, unable to move her whole body.
"Senior Brother Pei, please remember that when this girl turns eighteen, you must ask your third uncle to return home to check on her."
"There are one hundred and eight kinds of Dharma in the immortal world. Those who obtain the best Dharma and the top-grade Dharma are undoubtedly the best among men and have the highest hope."
"Destiny is unpredictable, especially China, which seems to be out of control."
"What happens next..."
Halfway through the words, Suning took a deep breath, forced out a smile and said, "It's time for me to go."
Pei Chuan strode forward and said in a trembling voice: "Where are you going?"
Suning confessed: "Kill people."
Pei Chuan opened his mouth and said with moist eyes: "I will practice hard and strive to break through to the semi-immortal realm. Is waiting for you three hundred years enough?"
Suning smiled, waved with a smile, and turned around resolutely.
The latter wiped his face and shouted loudly with a cry that a man should not have: "Is it enough?"
Fog formed under Suning's feet and disappeared out of thin air.
Faintly, there was a lingering voice echoing on the rooftop of the top floor: "That's enough."
Pei Chuan stumbled backwards and sat down on the ground.
"A manly man, every spit is a nail."
"Don't lie, don't lie to me."
"Semi-fairyland, three hundred years."
"Damn it, labor and management are guarding Kunlun and waiting for you to come back."
Behind him, on a children's tricycle, Pei Lingyi burst into tears after regaining his freedom.
"Ouch, it hurts, my hands hurt, my stomach hurts."
