The sandalwood of the Golden Kidney Beast Furnace burned to the end and turned silently into ashes. A wisp of blue smoke swayed and dissipated in the Tingzhu Pavilion.

Zhi Shouzhen leaned on the desk, his eyelids trembled a few times, and slowly opened them. The white jade dice on the desk came into view, becoming clearer from blur.

Scenes from Tianhe Realm flashed through my mind one after another, as if it was a bizarre dream. Zhi Shuzhen raised her head and glanced at the incense ash in the beast furnace, and was stunned for a while. The more than ten years of Di Mengdao, here was just a short time for a fragrant breath, like taking a nap.

Zhi Shouzhen got up and walked to the bronze mirror, touched her face, and the mirror was still the original human appearance. He raised his elbow and glanced at the indentation marks on his sleeve. He seemed to have fallen asleep on the table just now.

Just had a dream? But he clearly remembered the scene of himself turning into a ground dream moth and flying into the crack of the void, and also clearly remembered the complete swordsmanship of sword pills, shadow sword techniques, etc.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the starry sky chessboard slowly circulated, and the eight-winged golden cicada was still devouring the black fog, and the Chonghe sword energy was as weak as a gossip. Meng Meng lying on the undulating waves of the spiritual sea, staring at her big eyes in a daze.

All of this is obviously not a dream.

Zhi Shuzhen turned around and picked up the white jade dice. The emerald green dice points became extremely dull. On the dice surface of the "one" point, there was a pattern of a silver-bearded carp man.

That was what he looked like in Tianhe Realm. It seemed that the carp was quietly sleeping deep in the dice, waiting for the next awakening.

Zhi Shouzhen turned the white jade dice thoughtfully. If "one" represents the Tianhe Realm, then does the other seven sides of the dice also represent the other seven worlds of the Dim Dao, opposite to the Eight Desolations?

This white jade dice can take him through two paths and be reincarnated. It is obviously a magical and peerless treasure, with great value beyond imagination. The only disadvantage should be that it cannot bring the real thing out of the Earth Dream Road. When he left the Heavenly River Realm, he clearly held an iron sword in his hand.

Zhi Shouzhen pondered for a while, bit his finger, condensed a drop of essence and blood, and fell on the white jade dice. The most urgent task is to make this treasure recognize the master, completely take it to his own use, and then slowly explore the mystery.

The blood dripped on the dice surface and slowly slid down, and the white jade dice did not respond at all. Zhi Shouzhen penetrated it with his mental power, and repeatedly tried it, but he never got anything.

Is this treasure unable to recognize its master, or is it that he has never found the key point? Zhi Shouzhen rubbed the white jade dice again and again, and after a long time, he noticed a trace of strangeness.

On the dice surface of the octahedral, the inlayed dice points are not arranged in a straight line: they either form a curved arc, such as "three points", which are like a stroke, or are arranged left and right, like a double hook, and some are like "four points", which occupies four corners of the dice surface and are like a "mouth".

Many dice dots seem to be distributed randomly, but when they look at their trends, they are a bit like strokes. Zhi Shouzhen moved his heart, took out the ink, spread the rice paper, wrote the dice dots on each side on the paper, tried to connect them into strokes, and then pieced these strokes into words.

This method seems simple, but it is actually extremely complicated. Some dice dots can be connected into one stroke or a curved hook. Various strokes can be arranged and combined, moved positions, and after deleting, piecing, reorganizing, back and forth, they can be spelled into dozens of characters.

Zhi Shouzhen looked at the messy and unsolvable words on the rice paper, and recited them repeatedly, and suddenly felt shocked. He picked up his pen and drew a circle on the words "shi", "two", "people", "sun", and "mouth".

The five characters are then combined, and the stroke of the character "生" is replaced with a vertical hook, which becomes three characters.

"Anonymous?" Zhi Shouzhen slowly recited, and the bizarre and missing book "Hunting the World" flashed through his mind.

The emerald green light flashed suddenly, and the essence and blood remaining on the white jade dice were sucked in in an instant and disappeared. Zhi Shouzhen heard a vague sound of a rolling dice. With a thought, the white jade dice turned into a ray of light, threw itself into the sea of ​​consciousness, suspended in the core of the soul, and had successfully recognized the master.

Zhi Shunzhen was stunned for a while. The original owner of the white jade dice was Anonymous? Is this Anonymous and Anonymous who wrote "The Legend of Heaven and Earth" the same person? If that's true, this matter is a bit strange. He first got the Anonymous' White Jade Dice, and then read the book he wrote. How could such a coincidence happen in the world?

Zhi Shouzhen felt a little suspicious, but he was puzzled and paced back and forth indoors.

"Hey! Little handsome guy, are you here? Can I come out?" Mengmengda suddenly shouted.

Zhi Shouzhen's mind moved, and she jumped out of the sea of ​​consciousness and landed on several tables. When she saw Zhi Shouzhen, she couldn't help but be stunned. She rushed up, her eyes lit up, and her eyelashes flashed continuously: "Wow, so you are so handsome! Your little face is white and tender, tsk, I really want to take a bite."

Zhi Shouzhen wiped off the saliva from her collar and said, "You stay in the sea of ​​consciousness these days, wait for me to find an excuse to take you into the mansion in public to avoid leaving any flaws."

"Okay, who made you look handsome? Whatever you say is what you say." Mengmeng laughed, her eyes turned around and exclaimed, "Ah, this pearl is bigger than a watermelon! The curtain is stringed with gems? Such a large stool of mutton fat jade? Damn, even the toilet bucket is covered with gold foil, and it is carved with flowers and birds? In the evil feudal society, please accept my knees. Woooooo, reincarnation is indeed very important!"

Zhi Shouzhen ignored her nonsense. According to his observation, her cute soul traveled into the Tianhe Realm and took over the Monkey Spirit. Although the souls and spirits of the two were one, they did not blend perfectly. The many habits of the Monkey Spirit affected her, and she lived alone in the wild for many years, so she became perverted and changeable, crazy and weird.

Mengmeng danced and screamed, threw herself on the bed, buried her little face in the soft and fragrant Xiangrui pillow, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath intoxicatedly: "Do you know, how long has it been since I slept on a pillow?"

Zhi Shunzhen watched her calm down slowly, her tiny arms hugged the square pillow and trembled gently. It was like the autumn cicadas falling from the shade of trees when the weather turned cold, moaning on the mud.

"Sooner or later, I will send you back." Zhi Shouzhen said after a long time.

"How long will it take sooner or later?" Mengmengda buried her head, her voice as low as a mosquito. "Actually, you understand in your heart, and I understand that I have no hope of going back. You are not God."

"Then why... are you willing to form the master pet companion curse?"

"To find a reason to survive, fool."

"I said everything...please...please let me die! I just want to die..."

In the wet underground corridor, the young master curled up and let out intermittent moans. His naked body cracked many strange-shaped bloody holes, and his skin rolled outwards. The blood and flesh bloomed like sucking lips, trembling with his breath.

Ning Xiaoxiang put down the blood-stained steel tongs in her hand and sighed.

"I said, don't beg for mercy. I'm a little tired and wanted to take a break, but now..." He shook his head in disappointment, pulled out a silver needle with a thorny thorn from the torture rack, and kissed it lovingly.

"You are a human, not a dog. As a human, you have to be like a personal person, let alone a dignified young master of a noble family." Ning Xiaoxiang turned the silver needle and slowly penetrated the young master's nostril, "Come on, let's start over."
Chapter completed!