At an important time point in this world, almost no one went to Dream Hall again. Although Trulu was a little worried, he was also happy and relaxed. He used to hope that the people in this world would become more chaotic, but now for some reason, his thoughts are not as strong as before.

Now there is no companionship of his sister Garosha, nor any other friends in Lingxiao Palace who were rescued by Dongtian to chat. Trulu suddenly feels a little lonely, and his heart is as calm as this cold and lifeless weather, as if full of thoughtful doubts.

He didn't know what to do now, and he was worried that he would be blamed by Dongtian for doing nothing, so he went to Lingxiao Palace to find Dongtian, but he disappeared. He thought: Lord Dongtian might be listening to stories in the Seven Emotions Palace, so I might as well wait here first.

Looking around, the hall is still deserted, and a few subordinates are living in various parts of the world. Trulu knows that when Yizhi and Curry were here, it was the most lively time in Lingxiao Palace. Although Dongtian doesn't like Yizhi very much, the fish soup dumpling made by Yizhi will occasionally smile on his face.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Trulu still remembers that when he came to Lingxiao Palace last time, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the big pot of fish soup dumplings made by Teacher Yi. The clear soup was filled with dumplings made of flour of different sizes. It looked very poor in cooking, but the taste was surprisingly good. The day when Dongtian saw the fish soup dumplings for the first time, he asked with deep eyebrows: "Where is Yizhi? Come out! What is this made? It feels disgusting!"

Yizhi was frightened when he heard this, and leaned out of the kitchen timidly, smiling embarrassedly: "The first time I made this, it tastes pretty good, you can try it."

In fact, when Trulu saw it at that time, Yizhi put laxatives in it with hatred. He added many seasonings randomly, and they tasted quite good when they were combined with laxatives.

While Dongtian was drinking the soup, Yizhi hid behind the kitchen door and watched quietly. Perhaps he wanted to make Dongtian feel diarrhea uncomfortable, but he didn't expect that Dongtian's divine body was not only not affected by laxatives, but also praised the fish soup dumplings he made, and accidentally drank them all.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

But later, Curry was looking for laxatives when he was constipated but couldn't find them.

Trulu felt that during that time, Dongtian was very happy and relaxed from the bottom of his heart. In Trulu's view, it was normal for the evil side of human nature to exist, and Dongtian was also the half-evil soul, so he was puzzled by Dongtian's obsession with the practice of eliminating malicious intentions. If Dongtian let go of all this and practiced well with Dongdi, would it be a different scene?

He was a little tired of standing, so he wanted to sit down, but accidentally encountered something protruding from the carpet.

"Huh, what is this?" He lifted the carpet curiously and saw a small silver bell lying casually on the ground made of clouds.

This bell seems to have been here for a long time, as if it had fallen here by accident and was not revealed again, thus being pressed under the carpet for many years.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Trulu stared at the little bell, and a warm feeling rose in his heart, as if the long-term memory had been lifted up in a corner. The long street, the red lantern, the zodiac mask... and the stall selling bells. A young man held a girl's hand. Because the two forgot to wear gloves before going out, they held their hands together, almost frozen. The young man hung the bell he bought at the corner of the girl's clothes.

Memories seemed to have entered the chaotic space and time, and a bright red blood stain was felt in front of me, and then it entered the blank space.

Trulu was still in shock. He fell on the carpet and gasped quietly. He didn't know who the boy and the girl were in his memory, so he could only see his back slightly. However, what he knew was that he was depressed and sad at this moment.

Trulu was walking while staying, and accidentally saw a barrier. Through the refraction of light, it can be seen that the gap between the barrier is not very thick.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

He has some differences. In the Lingxiao Palace, in the present, except Dongtian and Dongdi, there are some Dongtian's subordinates who occasionally come over. So who is in the barrier?

He gently stepped on the clouds in Yunxiao Palace and walked over slowly, and saw a disabled little boy three or four years old. The child was practicing in a meditative posture, with black mist covered his body. His eyes were closed, and his figure was upright without intention. This way he looked very much like Dongtian. He had obviously been guided by Dongtian and was injected with spiritual power by Dongtian.

Trulu was surprised, where did this child come from? Why did Dongtian treat this child so well?

He was very puzzled, but he had no way to know the truth.

Suddenly, the sound of a strong wind came. Trulu knew that Dongtian was back, so he immediately put the bell in his pocket and stood up, looking respectful.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Dongtian slowly appeared in the middle of the hall, looking at him with his eyes slanted: "Is it not doing a good job, and I still have the face to see me?"

"Sir, I... Recently, the students of Tianhai No. 1 Middle School were shocked by the scene you created before. I believe that no one will go to Dream Hall during this period, nor will anyone use desire to use the ballast."

"Damn it! Are you saying that these are my faults?"

"It's not like that, Lord Dongtian, I just want to ask you for a leave."

"Please leave? What do you want to do?"

"I feel that Garosha is not in good spirits, and her behavior is a bit strange. I want to go and see her."

"You can go, but you must not delay your responsibilities."

"Mr. Xie Dongtian."

"One more thing, has Luo Keer returned to the world you live in now?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Trulu thought quickly in his brain for a few seconds. For some reason, he didn't want to betray Luo Keer. He was probably worried that Dongtian would capture him, which would lead to Garosha's resentment. He said, "Lorkeer probably didn't come, and I don't know."

Dongtian seemed not to have doubts about Trulu's lies. He was worried about his own affairs: "Well, it's nothing. Even if Luo Keer goes, he can't do anything. Then I'll go to practice first, you can arrange it yourself."

"Yes, Lord Dongtian."

Looking at Dongtian's lonely back, Trulu thought to himself: Will the story work? Maybe Dongtian will spare the world.

He is now like Garosa, a dead body. Dongtian used his magic power to force them to live. He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to hope that he would save the World Cup of Humanity. Due to Dongtian's influence and his difficulty in letting go of his miserable fate, he hoped that every human world would be destroyed in his heart.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

However, now he doesn't care much about whether the world will be saved, and what he is more worried about is Garosha's situation.

Leaving Yunxiao Palace, he arrived in the world again, away from the extreme depression just now, he took a deep breath of fresh air belonging to the world, squinted his eyes gently, looked at the clouds in the sky, and smiled relaxedly.

According to the address given by Garosa before, he found her home.

Trulu gave Garosha a message: "I've come downstairs of your house and want to see you."

Soon, he received a reply from Garosha: "I'm fine, don't bother me."

"What the hell are you going to do?"

"I want to settle the old accounts with Luo Keer."

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Stop making trouble. We can live in the world now entirely by Lord Dongtian. Moreover, this help still comes at the cost of our life for him. Therefore, we may be unable to protect ourselves at any time. Why do you have to do these meaningless things?"&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Don't you hate the world the most on weekdays? Why are you kind to Luo Keer now?"

"I don't know why, I don't want any of you to get into trouble."

"It's okay if you care about me, but what do you care about Luo Keer doing? Do you know that we look the same, so you also regard her as your fucking sister?"

"You guys look the same?" Trulu was puzzled, thinking that he was stabbed hard by something.

"Yes, you don't know."

"Can I let me meet Luo Keer?"

"What did you do when you see her? You'd better not worry about this matter, and you don't come."

"Okay, you can do it yourself." Trulu looked back and looked around for a while before leaving.

The figures of the boy and the girl suddenly appeared in his heart. The girl held the bell and sang a song to the sky with her hands and feet. The boy also patted her together.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

It seemed as if thin snowflakes were floating in the sky. The girl twitched her little nose and said vaguely: "Brother, I sang so badly. I would have musical cells like my brother."

The boy touched the girl's head and said with a smile: "It's okay, our little princess's singing is the best."

"But, the classmates in the class said that I sang badly, and my music class exam was also 60." "Music class exam? What did you choose?"

"Well, the teacher gave the choices to sing, flute, harmonica, and other talents. I can't learn anything, so I can only choose to sing."

The boy's eyes smiled into a crack: "Then learn piano from me."

The girl shook her head and pouted: "I can't do it. I'm so angry that I ran away from three piano teachers. For this matter, my mother scolded me."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Hahaha, then you are such an idiot. How could it be my sister? Hahahahaha."

"Brother hates it! He actually laughed at his sister." The girl turned her head angrily, put her hands on her hips, stopped, and closed her eyes angrily. This look was really cute and cute, which made the boy laugh so hard that he couldn't breathe.

The girl was furious and her little fist hit the boy's belly like hail.

The boy protected his stomach and smiled and rebuked, "You child is so strong, why are you so violent? Be careful not to get married in the future."

The girl waved her hands towards the sky, and shouted coquettishly: "I don't want to get married, don't want to get married, I want to be my brother's little cotton-padded jacket."

"It should be my mother's little cotton-padded jacket."

"I want to be my brother and mother's little cotton jacket!" The girl waved harder, and tears were almost bursting out.

"Okay, our little princess will be the little cotton jacket for her mother and brother." The boy grabbed the girl's little hand and comforted her with kind words.

The girl accidentally dropped the silver bell on the thin snow. When she heard the ringtone of the bell, she stopped making trouble, turned her head and stared at the little bell, her eyes continued to contain tears, and she remained motionless. This expression contained tension, regret and tenderness, which made people not only feel angry, but also felt pity.

The memory came to an abrupt end. Trulu felt a little pain in his head. He gently pressed his temples, sighed, and returned to the rental house. The bell was tightly held in his palm. He could not bear to hold it too tightly, worried that the small object would be damaged and broken by himself.

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