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Finally calmed down, Chen Yang finally had some time to think about his own affairs.

Just a flash of consciousness, the illusion that had been through the long years seen on the chain appeared in front of me.

It made him unable to get out of that sense of vicissitudes.

I used to just suppress that feeling, but now I feel empty when I calm down.

This feeling made him feel very uncomfortable and he couldn't calm down and think about his own affairs.

So he had to recite the Qingxin Art repeatedly to calm himself down.

He sat there for two days. When the palace master saw that Chen Yang did not speak, he did not dare to speak.

In this situation, even Chen Yang couldn't help, so he could only pay attention to whether Wang Yiheng and Hu Qi had any discomfort reactions.

In two days, Wang Yiheng kept checking some memory fragments in Hu Qi's sea of ​​consciousness, hoping to find useful clues.

But Hu Qi was afraid that he could not deceive his opponent at the time and did not dare to show mercy at all. The fragments of memory were as small as small puzzles.

After Wang Yiheng saw it, he had to automatically combine countless fragments with his spiritual sense.

The large amount of consumption has made him unable to bear it.

This is not a solution. He has not seen half of the memory fragments in his spiritual consciousness.

And he didn't know whether these fragments were complete. If he continued to consume this, he had to dissipate his spiritual consciousness due to excessive consumption.

"Qi'er, it's safe now, don't hide, okay?" Wang Yiheng shouted.

Soon the shouting dissipated without even a sound of echo.

It's too late to search for the fragments completely.

Wang Yiheng abandoned this method and began the most traditional way to find people.

While moving forward, he shouted: "Qi'er, my uncle is here to find you. If you hear my uncle's voice, please respond to me, okay?"

Apart from calling Hu Qi, Wang Yiheng did not let go of the things he saw along the way, even a small light.

The monk's sea of ​​consciousness is like an endless space, and its size cannot be measured by anything.

After Wang Yiheng entered, even if he only went in a small area, he would not be able to search in a short time.

Later, he consumed too much, and the power of spiritual consciousness could be mobilized was less and less, and it was even difficult to move forward.

"Have you reached the limit?" Wang Yiheng whispered softly.

If he just goes out like this, he will not be able to save his only flesh and blood, what kind of face will he have to see his sister in the future?

"Qi'er..." He shouted loudly with all his strength, with all the unwillingness in his heart and hysteria.

An inconspicuous little dust next to his spiritual consciousness flashed faintly, but Wang Yiheng was still immersed in his unwillingness and did not notice this change.

"Qi'er, if you don't come out, your uncle will go to see your mother!" Wang Yiheng's tone was fierce, but his voice was getting smaller and smaller.

He unwillingly allowed his spiritual consciousness to slowly dissipate. He could not find Qi'er's soul, so let him stay in this sea of ​​consciousness forever.

He didn't want to go out to face Qi'er's stupid appearance all his life, nor did he have the shame to face Qi'er. It was because he did not protect Qi'er, which caused such consequences...

Chen Yang felt that Lao Wang's breath changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but curse: "Lao Wang, your uncle!"

He clearly told Lao Wang that if he couldn't find it, he would come out, and he would come out as soon as possible when he encountered danger.

The vitality of this guy is now beginning to lose.

In this situation, it is dangerous to enter the sea of ​​consciousness of others, but at most you will become stupid and not have any danger of life.

But Lao Wang's symptom is obviously that he gave up his life and did not want to survive.

"What's wrong?" Hearing Chen Yang cursed, the palace master was so scared that he didn't dare to speak loudly, and his fists were tightly pulled.

"Now is not the time to explain, hurry up and protect your spiritual consciousness!"

Chen Yang immediately used the mental method of attacking the spirit and shouted fiercely: "Wang Yiheng, do you want to leave Hu Qi?"

Wang Yiheng's spiritual sense was shocked and he threw Hu Qi away? How could it be? "I came in to find Qi'er specifically, how could I leave him behind!"

While he was talking, a sound that seemed to be there and there was nothing sounded: "It's so noisy..."

Wang Yiheng almost thought he had hallucinations, that is, that sound, which made him see hope again.

The already exhausted spiritual sense seemed to have regained vitality, "Qi'er, Qi'er, where are you? Come out quickly, my uncle is here to find you."

"You're so noisy..." The little dust next to Wang Yiheng lit up again, and a dreamy voice came out.

This time, Wang Yiheng focused on the movements around him and finally saw the light just now.

"Qi'er, I am Wang Yiheng, your uncle, come out and meet my uncle." He gently touched the dust there with his spiritual sense.

"Is it my uncle? Uncle, uncle..." The voice seemed to be murmur, as if struggling in a nightmare.

After Chen Yang shouted that sentence, he focused on the changes between the two.

Seeing Wang Yiheng move his eyelids slightly, after a while, Hu Qi moves his lips slightly.

Chen Yang quickly called the palace master over, "Talk to them quickly, especially your son, so that he knows that he is safe now. It is best to say something that makes him worry about, or something that can stimulate them to think."

The palace master did not dare to delay at all and immediately started to mutter beside the bed.

"Qi'er, why did you sleep for so long after you came back from your uncle?"

"Qi'er, we made an appointment to see your mother. Don't you want to go? Why can't you get up?"

"If you don't go, your mother will definitely be very sad when she finds out."

"By the way, the osmanthus that your mother planted before has started to bloom last year. I don't know what kind of osmanthus is, it only blooms once every time for so long."

"The osmanthus flowers are so fragrant. When my father smells them, he remembers the osmanthus cakes made by your mother, and his mouth is greedy."

Chen Yang's original intention was to stimulate the two of them, but the palace master seemed to have forgotten Wang Yiheng. When he talked about his wife, he forgot everything. "Lord, remember to call Lao Wang!"

The palace master looked at Chen Yang awkwardly, "Qi'er, get up quickly, let's go to your uncle to learn how to make osmanthus cakes? The osmanthus cakes he made taste the most similar to those made by your mother."

"If you can't get up, your uncle will secretly hide from me again and don't want to teach me the secret of making osmanthus cake."

"Qi'er, you don't know how stingy your uncle is in private. Dad asked him to help him take care of the guardian palace and refused to do so, and you will know how to get close to you with me."

"Also, you don't want to get up during this time, and I still see your uncle wiping his tears secretly..."

"Who's surname is Hu, are you shameless?"

"Hmph, now I know that my surname is Hu. I didn't always insist on calling me the Lord of the Palace... Huh? You're awake!"

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