Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

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The head under the feet suddenly disappeared, the old plum tree disappeared, and Li Zhi also disappeared.

It became white before my eyes, like fog and ghostly air. A few large vats floated indistinctly, just like the soy sauce vats in the yard of the soy sauce shop, one, two, three, four, five One, six, seven soy sauce jars stopped in front of her.

The first soy sauce tank was filled with water, and there was a face floating on the water, which was rotten, but she still knew that the face belonged to Haotian.The second soy sauce tank was also filled with water, and there was also a rotten face floating on it, but it belonged to Wanniang.She looked over one by one, and they were Muli's, the drunkard's, the dumb uncle's, and Feng's uncle's, but the seventh one was empty.

Suddenly there was a burst of fragrance in the air, elegant, with a little medicinal taste. [

She turned her head suddenly and saw an old peach tree.

Under the peach tree, dressed in white, she appeared lightly.

"Master..."

She struggled to cry out.

The man in white turned around leisurely, but it turned out to be Uncle Feng's face.

Uncle Feng smiled at her, took out a wooden comb from his arms, raised his orchid fingers, and combed the thick black hair again and again. Every time he combed, dozens of maggots fell down.

She turned around and ran away in fright, and saw a person appearing in the seventh soy sauce jar, and that person turned out to be herself!

"Where is Master... Where is Master..."

She groaned in pain.

Light smoke curled up.

The smell of the house.

Zixi was lying on the bed having a nightmare, thin beads of sweat covered her forehead, and her black hair was wet.

Uncle Feng bowed his head, put his ear close to Zixi's mouth, held his breath and listened carefully for a long time, and finally heard the content clearly.

He straightened his back, looked at Duanhua whose back was facing him, and said softly:

"Master, the young master seems to be looking for you."

Duanhua was lying on his side on the straw mat, with his head propped on one hand, his black hair casually scattered around the straw mat, and holding an incense book in his other hand, he casually turned a page with his thumb, and said three words lightly:

"He's awake?"

"It's still a nightmare. It seems that the young master can't be found in the dream. It's very painful. Would you like to come and take a look, young master?" Uncle Feng replied.

"I can't enter his dream, what did you do in the past?" Duanhua said indifferently. [

Uncle Feng was stunned and couldn't answer for a while, so he could only continue to look at Zixi. Seeing her face full of pain, she kept calling "Master" in her dream, and couldn't bear it.

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