At this time, Nan Zizhan was still an ordinary Golden Core disciple. Although he had some talent, it was obviously not enough in front of the demon cultivator on the opposite side.

In desperation, Nan Zizhan took out a spiral microphone from his bag.

The demon cultivator on the opposite side would not wait stupidly for him to call all the powerful monks over, but would lean forward as soon as he raised his sword with his feet.

Faced with such a ferocious attack, Nan Zizhan smiled and quickly cast a spell on his hand to put away the microphone.

He stood motionless, as if waiting for the demon cultivator to attack at this moment.

The newly born demon cultivator was stunned. He didn't know the difference in strength between the two. Faced with such an abnormal situation, he immediately stopped attacking and stood on the spot to observe.

"If you don't take action, then I'm going to make a big move." Nan Zizhan cast a defensive spell on himself with a confident smile. He also held an artifact in his hand and held it quietly with the other hand behind his back.

tight.

The demon cultivator felt the aura of the artifact and hesitated for a moment.

Just for a meal, there seemed to be no need for him to injure himself.

Without hesitation for long, the demon cultivator disappeared in front of Nan Zizhan.

Nan Zizhan did not dare to relax at all, and waited quietly for an hour before finally being rescued by his fellow disciples.

He could finally step forward to check the whereabouts of the woman.

Unfortunately, he came too late.

Ever since Tian Fuling died in another world, her soul has been staying in the void.

She hugged her whole body and huddled in the darkness, trembling slightly.

Her mood was extremely low, and her eyes were as empty as a puppet.

It is also true that the things she faced in the other world were not acceptable to a peaceful and beautiful young man in the 21st century.

Now Tian Fuling is autistic, very autistic.

The numbness and pain in her hands and feet reminded her all the time, and the images of her chewed ears and bitten fingers before she died were still clearly visible in her mind.

That panic, that helplessness, the feeling of being bitten by the darkness.

How could she forget this?

"Drink it and you will forget it." At this moment, the old grandfather she had met in her dream appeared in front of her again and kindly handed it to her with a bowl of hot soup.

Tian Fuling didn't know what to say, so she mechanically took the soup from the old man's hand and started to drink it.

The warm soup gradually thaws the limbs and dissipates the numbness in the hands and feet.

After Tian Fuling drank for a while, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at her grandfather with a sweet smile: "Thank you, grandpa."

"But should I go home? I feel like I haven't been home for a long time." Tian Fuling asked her grandfather with a naive look on her face like a normal person.

The old man touched her head kindly and said, "You have indeed been away from home for too long. I will take you home right now."

"Thank you, Grandpa." Tian Fuling cheered, following the steps of Grandpa step by step with a cheerful atmosphere.

A burst of white light flashed, and the two disappeared into the void.

"Uh-huh, it hurts." As soon as Tian Fuling woke up, she saw herself lying on her sofa, holding an ancient mirror in her hand, and her memory gradually came back.

"Huh? I actually came back. I didn't expect that the settings I made up would actually allow me to wear it again. This is really great."

Tian Fuling, who was in a happy mood, still had some doubts in her heart: "Which method was successful? I seem to have forgotten something important."

He patted his head and said, "But it doesn't matter, I'm finally back."

As Tian Fuling said this, she quickly put away the mirror in her hand, at least not until the editor came back.

"Hey, let me ask you, why are you like this? I finally found my daughter, but you sent her back just as you said, without even saying hello to me." After speaking, the voice became weaker and weaker, and I felt that the owner of the voice was somewhat guilty.

.

"You still have the nerve to say that she is your daughter? Do you treat your daughter like this? Don't you know how strong the curse is on that boy? You are asking your daughter to seek abuse!" Another voice sounded much more mature.

Tian Fuling is a little confused. She shouldn't have any mental problems if she travels through time by herself.

The aggrieved voice sounded again: "I was watching, so nothing would happen."

Another voice was furious: "You went to play chess with that bastard and you were watching? If I hadn't saved the girl's soul in time and erased that part of the memory, how could you have such a lively and strong daughter?"

Strong? Tian Fuling glanced at the sofa she had just lifted.

There's absolutely no way he's talking about her!

"Yes, yes, this is all thanks to you, Mrs. Meng Po. If you send the Buddha to the West, please let me take my daughter back."

"I will really, definitely, and definitely protect my daughter this time. I guarantee it with my godhead."

As soon as he said these words, Tian Fuling felt that the world was spinning in front of her eyes, she closed her eyes and fainted again.

Two shadows appeared in the room.

The old grandfather from before neatly tied up the white hair that covered his face, revealing his handsome face and rolling his eyes.

"This time, I will also help watch over it. Without that boy, the whole God Realm will be in chaos."

The owner of the other voice was a bit immature, but he could still tell that he was somewhat similar to Tian Fuling. When the man heard this, his face darkened. His original plan was to separate the two as soon as his daughter returned.

, and suddenly I felt like giving up.

"How about forgetting it? The curse on that boy is really too strong. If anything happens, I have to go to your house to get my daughter again."

The handsome man almost rolled his eyes, "Of course you will be cursed if you use that world's identity for her."

The man glanced at Tian Fuling's face: "You can take her body with you and you won't be affected at all."

The young man's eyes lit up, he raised his sleeves and waved, and they disappeared into the room.

When Tian Fuling woke up again, she was already lying on an exquisite and simple wooden bed.

"Sister, I called the clan leader over. You will be fine." The young man outside the door shouted loudly.

The reckless young man rushed into the room with an old man and looked at the person sitting on the bed with a surprised look on his face.

"Sister, are you awake?"

Faced with this drama of family recognition again, Tian Fuling chose to lose her memory.

"Are you guys?"

The young man looked shocked, "Sister, you fell into the river and hit your head? Why don't you recognize me?"

The patriarch looked on from the side, stroking his gray beard and narrowing his eyes with a smile.

Tian Fuling felt that this old man was a little strange, and looked straight over there.

"Oh, really? Maybe I really hit my head."

"So can you tell me now, who am I? Where am I now? Who are you?"

The old man next to him squinted his eyes and said: "This is the Wonderful Medicine Valley. You are the next priest to guard the Wonderful Medicine Valley. A few days ago, you were attacked by a wild beast and fell into the river, and you also hit your head? It doesn't matter, there are many doctors in the Wonderful Medicine Valley.

, we just need patients like you!"

Tian Fuling felt excited.
Chapter completed!