Ascended to become a virtual idol

"The two sides have always refused to accept each other. Now that the Magician Association has made such a big mistake, isn't it just to give them a chance?" Fu Yong smiled meaningfully.

Ming suddenly realized, "However, the Magic Association has been showing weirdness everywhere recently."

"No matter what, we must remember our ultimate goal, which is not to kill Yan Qiao," Fu Yong said, covering the murderous look in his eyes.

Ming Lao nodded, "Don't worry, I can still understand this point."

Fu Yong hummed, and suddenly remembered something and laughed at himself, "However, I don't seem to be able to beat it."

Ming Laomei's heart beat wildly, for fear that he would suddenly go crazy again, "Yeah, not necessarily...you can be forgiven."

Fu Yong's eyes were dark, "Okay, that's all for the arrangement."

Ming Lao instantly understood what he meant, and stood up, "In this way, I will leave first."

Fu Yong raised his teacup and let him leave in a hurry, his brows and eyes were lowered, a bit of gloom emerged.

His fingers tightened slightly, and the teacup in front of him was slightly deformed. He used spells to directly crush the teacup and dissipate it into the air.

Outside the collection room, Mr. Fu was listening to a little song, looking extraordinarily leisurely.

Suddenly, his ears moved, "Since your Excellency is here, why do you hide?"

Luo Yi's figure appeared, and she looked at the old man in front of her, "I didn't expect that I haven't seen you for so many years, but now you are an orange peel."

Old Fu suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the still young woman in front of him, his lips moved, "Senior Sister Luo Yi, do you have any dying regrets that you didn't finish?"

Luo Yi laughed hahaha, "Yes, I have a lot of regrets at the end of my life."

Looking at the fresh woman in front of him, Mr. Fu hesitated and said, "You... are not dead?" It's not that he doesn't believe it, but he is a little too surprised.

"You said that I am the reincarnation of Lao Wangba, how could I die so quickly? I am not good at anything else, but I have a hard life." She sat on the recliner next to Mr. Fu, "You are used to being lazy."

Mr. Fu's expression was a little dazed and weird, more doubtful and confused.

"Okay, your old face is not as good-looking as it used to be, it's too eye-catching," she waved her hand, "You still love drinking so much."

Elder Fu was silent, "Senior Sister, how have you been all these years?"

"Hey, it's okay, that's it. If it's not good, I'm still alive. At least I'm much better than some old friends." She picked up a flagon casually, "Is this wine all from now?"

He raised his head and took a sip, "After all, I still lost the taste of the past."

"Yeah, things have changed for so many years," Mr. Fu's tone was a little erratic.

"Why is this expression unhappy to see me come back?" Luo Yi wiped his mouth, with a heroic and free-spirited gesture.

"Happy, just a little scared," fear is like a dream, fear is a dream, fear of waking up to nothing.

"Hahahaha," Luo Yi raised a carving knife and appeared. She drank up the wine and carved a small portrait with local materials. "Does it look like you now?" She handed the little old man in her hand to Old Fu.

Old Fu took it, and the fiery touch made him, an old man, cry instantly, "Senior Sister!"

What a sincere cry, but in the end Luo Yi slammed his fingers hard at his forehead, "You are already old, and you still pretend to be a child, don't you want to be ashamed of yourself?"

Mr. Fu wiped away his tears, "I thought, I really thought you...but how did you escape, Senior Sister?"

Knowing that he was ashamed, Mr. Fu simply sat up frankly.

Luo Yi shook the other flagon, "That's a long story..." It was another past event not worth recalling.

Mr. Fu smiled, "Then let's not talk about it, it's the greatest blessing for Senior Sister to come back."

Luo Yi narrowed his eyes comfortably, "I've come back and turned behind the scenes this time, do you mind if I squeeze with you? No one cares about your small place, so it's suitable for me to take care of myself."

Mr. Fu laughed, "You can stay as long as you want, Senior Sister."

Luo Yi smiled, "But I really didn't expect that you would grow old so quickly."

Her words turned so fast that Mr. Fu couldn't laugh or cry, "Maybe I'm just a worry."

Luo Yi snorted twice, "Forget it, both of you are old men." She was happy again, "But you make it difficult for me to tease you, otherwise, I always feel like I am bullying the old man."

"Senior Sister is still young," Mr. Fu replied with a smile.

"You forgot that I practiced the reincarnation formula, when did you get old?" She sipped the wine very comfortably.

When the breeze blows, there will always be people rushing home from thousands of miles away, breaking through barriers and returning to their sleeping place. When they see their old friends, the understatement is over. What is worth it? Hidden in the past.

The melancholy between the eyebrows let the wind blow, when we meet again, you are still the same as before, Mr. Fu raised his head and smiled, God treated him well, at least the old man returned, and he was still there.

However, Mr. Fu looked at her, "You really don't want to meet your apprentice?"

Luo Yi stopped drinking, "Why didn't you see me? It's just not now, I will see her again in a very good future."

She laughed, "Everything is unstable now, seeing each other is worse than not seeing each other, and living a day counts as a day. If one day I really die and disappear without seeing each other, it will be the best result. Let her think that I stayed in the past."

This is her right and her choice, and Mr. Fu naturally respects her wishes.

"It's good, it's good," he said cheerfully, and lay down again.

In the Northern Snow Country, Karen received a greeting card, and the familiar black iron-gold card hit his mind like a nightmare.

His breathing became short for a moment, and the surname haunted his mind like a nightmare for years.

Kurungoya, the leader of witches of this generation, he held on to the armrest beside him, tried to calm down, opened the stickers and browsed through ten lines at a glance, and pressed the handprint in front of him, which also meant that he accepted the promise of Witch Goya. visit.

The post turned into a stream of light and flew out, and disappeared into the sky in a short while, but Karen still had lingering fears. The feeling of being suppressed hit him again, and he couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

Why is the Cullen family so lingering? He has just stabilized his position not long ago, and now he wants to see that nightmare again. Although they are not the same person, that dazzling red color has long been his nightmare.

How can someone be so rebellious, so rebellious that he can ignore the rules, disregard etiquette, and act arrogantly and recklessly. That elder woman left a deep shadow in his heart. As long as he thinks about it, he will subconsciously want to Kneeling on the ground is the suppression of absolute surrender. (end of this chapter)