While others are serious about cultivating immortality, I will send their idiots to heaven.

Just when everything was about to settle, a clear and hearty male voice suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, a white palm with slender joints suddenly reached out and easily snatched the bronze mirror from Jiang Ji's hand.

It was also at this time that everyone present saw the face of the intruder clearly.

This is a handsome young man wearing a moon-white brocade robe and a jade hair crown.

The young master looked at the soul-chasing mirror he had just received with great interest.

A strange object that looked like an alchemy furnace was suspended beside him, and it made a condescending comment from its mouth.

"Tsk, Grandpa, you thought it was some kind of high-end gadget?"

"Is Ganqing a fifth-grade spiritual weapon?"

"Although it's not a bad product, it's not worth a few spiritual stones. It's just a fake."

"Xiaoyang, if you like, keep it. Oh, remember to ask your junior sister to wipe away this evil consciousness."

"Let Xiao Huo refine it again and add some good things to it. Maybe it can be improved to a higher level."

The Alchemy Furnace Spirit held his arms in his arms and said matter-of-factly, as if he regarded the soul-chasing mirror as Zhao Muyang's property.

Hearing this, Jiang Ji, the original owner of the Soul Chasing Mirror, was extremely angry and sad.

He stared angrily, but could not make any move to resist, nor could he utter an angry word.

Because, ever since the young master appeared with a coquettish voice.

Everyone, including him, a genuine monk, was immobilized on the spot.

At this moment, Jiang Ji was like Wang Lu before, unable to control her life or death.

*

"Are you Wang Lu?"

While Zhao Muyang was holding the Soul Chasing Mirror and muttering to the Alchemy Furnace Spirit, a low female voice faintly sounded in front of the palace gate a few meters away.

After the words fell, a young woman with a slender figure and bright appearance suddenly appeared.

And behind her, stood the seven-year-old Prince Wang Ying of Nanliu Kingdom.

Seeing this scene, those Nanliu people who were conscious but unable to speak or move couldn't help but get excited.

The prince is back!

The hermit Jiang Ji can be easily cured.

This girl must be a fairy!

Everyone's eyes began to heat up, and even their breathing became much heavier.

Song Zhi ignored this.

She looked down at the seven-year-old girl in front of her with a hint of intimacy in her tone.

*

"Yes, it is!"

"My lord, my little girl is Wang Lu."

"you……"

"You seem to know my little girl."

Wang Lu originally thought that she would be like everyone else, unable to speak or move.

Unexpectedly, when she tentatively opened her mouth, it was no different from usual.

Her hanging heart suddenly dropped by half.

Wang Lu breathed out lightly.

She took two steps forward and bowed to Song Zhi, her advances and retreats measured and generous.

Looking at the little girl, she had the same bright eyes and small nose as Lu Lu in her previous life.

Song Zhi showed his first smile since coming to the mortal world.

Lulu, I found you!

*

"You're very perceptive."

"I do know you."

"Strictly speaking, I knew you from the previous life."

Song Zhi casually summoned a set of tables and chairs.

She turned around and sat down on the spot, her posture was elegant and comfortable, and her whole body exuded a sense of sanctity that was inviolable and unruffled.

Zhao Muyang on the side finally got tired of looking at the soul-chasing mirror, and then took his seat consciously.

He looked at Wang Lu curiously, then turned to compare Wang Ying's appearance. The more he looked at it, the more strange he felt.

Song Zhi ignored the busy senior brother and only focused on the little girl in front of him.

She mentioned Wang Lu's past life without hesitation, with a touch of nostalgia in her tone.

Although they had only been together for three days, the lively and kind-heartedness of the little Luer-er half-demon was still fresh in her memory.

"Me in the last life?"

"I dare to ask the immortal, whether the appearance of me in the previous life is consistent with the appearance reflected in that mirror?" "Am I really the reincarnation of an evil spirit?"

The black-haired deer demon really didn't look auspicious at all. It was majestic and terrifying, just like an evil spirit.

Wang Lu, who had no memory of her previous life and now only received human upbringing, had deep confusion in her eyes.

Her definition of good and evil demons still remains based on the subjective aesthetics and speculations of mortals.

"Yes, your previous life is indeed as reflected in the soul-chasing mirror."

"However, your identity is definitely not evil."

"In your previous life, you were the seventh-level great demon god Elk, a half-demon born from the union of a real person from the Jindan human race."

"The divine elk lineage is a distant descendant of the ancient auspicious beast Bai Ze."

"That evil cultivator called you the reincarnation of a demon, which is pure nonsense."

"In the last life, your parents were very loving and loving. If it weren't for me, your family of three would have been able to coexist in harmony."

"And this accompanying Buddha amulet is a token I left for you when I asked someone to send you to reincarnation."

"The first is to protect you, and the second is to allow me to identify you at a glance among thousands of mortals."

*

Song Zhi sighed softly and extended his jade-white palm to Wang Lu.

On the palm of his hand, a small Buddha amulet pendant appeared.

Wang Lu blinked, with a little doubt and hesitation on her face.

She didn't know what Song Zhi meant by pointing the Buddha card at her.

She wanted to reach out and take it, but she was afraid that she would misunderstand Song Zhi.

Seeing the little girl's hesitant look, Song Zhi chuckled, and her pretty face completely relaxed.

She forgot that Wang Lu now was just a mortal with empty spiritual roots.

She still doesn't understand the rules of the world of cultivation.

but it does not matter.

She will teach her little by little.

"Wear it well."

"This is something that is uniquely yours."

Song Zhi waved his hand towards Wang Lu, and the Buddha amulet was put back on the little girl's neck.

Wang Lu let out a small exclamation, with obvious joy in her eyes.

She touched the amulet with warm breath and secretly met her brother Wang Ying's eyes.

After discovering that Wang Ying's eyes were red and his expression was mixed with joy and sadness, Wang Lu couldn't help but feel a little thump in her heart.

Things seemed more complicated than she imagined...

Do people really have past lives?

She was reincarnated and seemed to be controlled by the female fairy in front of her.

If so.

Now that the female fairy is here, does it mean that she wants to take her back to her original place?

Wang Lu is indeed very smart, and she knows everything from the slightest.

From just a few words from Song Zhi, he had already guessed sixty-seven percent of the truth.

At this moment, her little heart was full of hesitation and hesitation.

"It seems that you have already guessed it."

"In that case, I will give you a stick of incense time."

"It's up to you to decide whether to stay or go."

"Go."

Facing the little girl's suddenly sad eyes, Song Zhi sighed slightly.

She unlocked the confinement of Prince Nan Liu and his wife and witnessed the family of four throwing themselves together and crying.

After that, she just sat back and didn't care.

A cup of steaming spiritual tea was handed to her hand. Song Zhi looked sideways and met Zhao Muyang's clear eyes.

"Junior sister, drink tea."

"Before the trip, I made a divination, and the divination said that we will get what we want and return home with a full load."

So junior sister, don’t worry, the little girl named Wang Lu can’t run away!