"You and I met on the first day. How could I not believe my junior sister's character?" Xiling Mohe held the moonlight bamboo flute in his hand, stroked it lightly, and said, "What's more, the world of immortal cultivation is extraordinary. Life and death, previous life, body-taking, and ghosts and gods among mortals are actually normal."

He said it with ease, but in fact, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had already been confused by the words "I am happy or resentful". But at this time, it was already a lasting step, and if you want to retreat, you will be no longer a man.

It’s better to listen to her judgment on him.

"As junior sister said, since I have already spoken out today, I might as well let me understand it. Let's see how kind and knowledge the person who makes you fall in love with is. If I sigh, I can feel at ease not to think about him!"

Han was silent for a moment, not knowing whether it was because of the words in front of him or because of what he was thinking in his heart.

Then she took out the paper and pen and wrote the four-line poem.

Lengbi Fairy Cypress,

The moon rises and the breeze comes.

Demon reconstituted,

The river flows back to the east.

"Since my senior brother understands life and death and past lives, I will not explain it more. But now, I don't know his name, age, his identity, his appearance, his temperament, or even where others are. The only thing I know is that he must be above Donglizhou Great 6." Han whispered, "But I must find him, no matter how difficult it is."

"Even if you know this road is like looking for a needle in a haystack?"

"yes."

"What if I can't find it?"

"I have some time to cultivate immortals. If I can't find it, I will keep searching."

"What if I find it?"

"After finding it, give him a hug, and then slap him. Then ask him two questions."

"What's the problem?" Xiling Mohe asked softly.

"Why did I hurt me because of my power at the beginning? Later, why did I go to the underworld with me?"

After Han said that, he stood up and walked out of the house.

"After asking, see if he wants me and whether I want him. But no matter how, this heart can no longer tolerate others, no matter how love or hate."

This time, Xiling Mohe did not stop Han from calling him. After she walked away, Xiling Mohe's soul left her body, picked up the four-line poem written by Han, and read it over and over again.

"She remembered the best and worst times.

"Brother, since you have asked clearly, why not tell me the identity?"

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