The spirit of the weapon also sighed lightly.

"It's hard to deal with."

Pei Ye squatted on the ground, fiddling with the maomao on the ground with his fingers, trying to straighten the twisted baby face and move closer to the main owner, but no matter how he adjusts, he always feels imperfect - probably because he has more sister Yang Xiao, and Junior Brother Yang Jing's baby face is only a few times, so he is not familiar with it - Pei Ye muttered to make excuses for his broken hand, refusing to admit that he does not have that artistic cell.

"What's the problem with Tiangong..." Pei Ye lost his patience and grabbed two handfuls against the ground, breaking the baby face, "I'm so old and haven't been locked up in such confinement, but you have been on the top of the library tower for many years, and have long been used to this loneliness?"

Why are you sighing to her?

The more she sighed, the more she wanted to die.

The spirit of the weapon floated to Pei Ye, and his small body was only half a palm away from the tip of her nose. His body leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to see all the subtle changes on Pei Ye’s face, and he refused to let go: “Are you, are you in love?”

In fact, the old man wanted to ask her if it was "an old tree blossoming".

Pei Ye was not used to being so close, so his head leaned back slightly to stretch the distance.

I understood what it asked, my face was full of accusations and "So you are such a craftsman", I blew my mouth and rolled my eyes and could even roll my eyes: "I am only sixteen years old. According to federal law, I am a 'young girl'. I understand? Even if I don't consider my age, I am still a student. The school rules prohibit love. What gave you an illusion and created such a ridiculous illusion?"

The spirit of the weapon sneered and refuted without thinking.

"Minor? Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, do you know how old you were before you lost your memory? You are not ashamed to pretend to be young. Besides, if your ears are not red, this may be a bit credible. Abide by school rules and study hard, you are all good students, but you ask yourself, are you?"

The Spirit of the Artifact Tiangong didn’t know how Pei Ye came from when he was a student, but thinking about the demon emperor’s urination and how he got along with Pei Ye these days, he also guessed that this guy was definitely not a good card during his campus period. Perhaps it was still the kind of monkey who used the motto of “as long as he was not caught, it was not considered a violation of the ban”. His cleverness was used to jump left and right at the bottom line of violation of the ban, so that the teachers and teachers love and hate it in the school.

"So what..."

Pei Ye got up from the ground and patted the hem of his skirt, packed it and went to the next floor.

"The old man encourages you to chase me!"

"You are a spirit of weapon, not a matchmaker, it's troublesome." Pei Ye rolled his eyes.

"How can this be called troublesome? The old man is doing good deeds and accumulating virtues to save the world."

The spirit of the weapon is ready to strike while the iron is hot.

Trying to get into the topic and let Pei Ye face up to those favorable feelings.

Perhaps adding another fire can catalyze these favorable feelings and finally let her know.

At the same time, I secretly said that the human race has indeed a little more "love root" than the demon race - I remember that the demon emperor ate its owner completely and thought they were brothers and friends, and I was grateful to the Holy Lord for helping her relieve the annoying torture of the Xuan period. Real brothers, so righteous. The old man dared not recall how pale the expression of his master was, innocent and pitiful. It was so miserable to meet such a scumbag.

In order not to give the crazy owner a chance to go crazy, it has to make indirect attacks and help the owner play more straight balls and assists.

Pei Ye would have misunderstood her, thinking that Tiangong ridiculed her as a disaster in the world.

"I can live out and live until I am a grown-up."

The spirit of the weapon still wanted to talk, but was blocked by Pei Ye's words.

She smiled and said, "The instigation of minors to fall in love is still a centenarian 'old man'. This behavior is left to the Federation to sing tears."

Artifact Spirit Heavenly Manufacturing: "..."

Pei Ye used a memo on his mobile phone to record it, and once the level is cleared.

On the 23rd floor, as soon as she stepped out of the stairs, a strange memory surged into her brain, perfectly suitable for absorption. She paused in place for a while, then opened her eyes, and her originally clear and childish eyes increased a little deeper.

The spirit of the weapon discovered her changes at the first time.

Asked, "How old are you now?"

Pei Ye said: "46 years old."

Qiling Tiangong said: "It is a good sign to restore 30 years of memory at one time."

Pei Ye's eyes slanted, and the slightly red eyes had a flash of murderous intent. The back of the Qi Ling Tiangong was numb and subconsciously drifted away.

"You want to kill the old man?"

Pei Ye rubbed his eyes and temples and explained in a low voice: "The murderous intent is not aimed at you, I remember that he was performing a mission in the end."

"Mission? Such a murderous intent?"

"Ah, because the mission was leaked by the spy who was installed, I was about to break the neck of an ambush when my memory came to an abrupt end. I don't know what the subsequent situation is. I'm a little more murderous. I hope you understand." He said "conscientious", but in fact he didn't have any sincerity.

Qi Ling Tiangong nodded in a small curve and held the bamboo tightly with his little hands.

"The old man can understand."

After several layers of memory were not restored, the monsters that appeared became more and more difficult to deal with, but Pei Ye no longer complained about being bored or idle and pieced together and twisted baby faces, and no longer stared blankly. His communication with the spirit of the weapon was almost zero, as if this person had been isolated from the outside world.

Until he stepped out of the forty-sixth floor, Pei Ye's aura, who was originally covered in solemn body, was calm and central, but—

The whole person seemed to be covered with an indescribable low pressure.

Qiling Tiangong carefully approached and asked, "How is the ambush who is about to break your neck at the age of 46?"

"Of course I'm dead." Pei Yexun looked at it. It took a while before he became familiar with the memory. He pulled the corner of his mouth and barely showed a shallow curve. He just looked down. "I am... 86 years old now, and I should be... Memory was finally attending a small and old-fashioned funeral."

Qiling Tiangong asked in confusion: "Little old-fashioned?"

Pei Ye said: "Oh, it must be old and old. His surname is Gu, his name is Ban, and his young classmate, I received news of his death not long ago..."

The last memory was in the cemetery, she was whispering to comfort her old-fashioned parents.

Old-fashioned is older than her, but not ninety.

At this age, he is still a young man in the Federation of Humanity. He just finished his wonderful life shortly after the curtain began.

It was not that I didn’t attend the funeral in the past, but it was the first time I really felt that Pei Ye was “impermanent in life”.

It was obvious that the battle was over, and several people even made an appointment to go and have a drink.

When I look back, I am gone.

She can still be calm, but it is not very good to play with Han Tubai, who has a big pants.

Pei Ye stood in the crowd and looked at Han Tubai wearing a white wedding dress, with a confused expression and many distracting thoughts emerged in his mind.

[Why is human life so fragile?]

[Is death really the end, or another starting point?]

【Is there really another world that belongs to the dead?】

Pei Ye, who has always disbelief of ghosts and gods, hopes for the first time that this world can be gentler and that there is a world of the dead that allows the living to have a sustenance. Even if the separation between yin and yang cannot be touched again, it will be better than the person who was once familiar to disappear completely and cannot produce new traces.

Looking at Han Tubai with a snot and tears on his face, Pei Ye asked him softly: [Do you need me to lift the hem of the skirt for you?]

Han Tubai's breath is unstable: [No, md, it's best to disgust him and cheat him...]

The childhood friend wants to hurt each other. Pei Ye knew that Han Tubai and Guban had a bet when they drank and agreed that the other person would die first, and the other would wear the grandest wedding dress to dance at the other person's grave. It really made you feel uneasy even if you die.

Just thinking about that scene, the two of them were disgusted with goosebumps.

Who knew that the old-fashioned person would leave first? Pei Ye looked at Han Tubai who came as promised. The young man with a buzzhead with a muscle who was nearly two meters tall was wearing a wedding dress. He looked at the old-fashioned young and smiling face on the tombstone and said softly: [Han Tubai, don't die.]

Han Tubai wiped off the filth on his face with one hand, showing a uglier smile than bitterness: [You are! You are going to die, I will go to your grave to dance. The old-fashioned ones didn't jump this time, but if you say that, I will definitely not show mercy... You will be so destined to be tough at first glance!]

Pei Ye said: [If you can’t laugh, don’t laugh. No matter how bad you cry, you won’t laugh at you anymore.]

Han Tubai's fist hangs on Pei Ye's left shoulder, breaking his decades of textbook cultivation.

[md, the surname Pei, don’t comfort me if you don’t want to comfort me!]

Is it to comfort him or to pierce his heart?

At some point, it started drizzling in the sky.

The old-fashioned parents and relatives supported each other to thank the guests who came to attend the funeral, and Pei Ye also stepped forward and said a few words.

When she came to her senses, she was in a strange space.

Only after she has reasoned, the memory has been withdrawn from the depression. Although she has tried hard to hide it, there is still an indelible depression between her eyebrows.

Of course, this did not prevent her from fighting against the ferocious beast.

With the return of memory and the surge in combat experience, she became more comfortable with these ferocious beasts.

Starting from sixty, every time you go to the next level, Pei Ye will recover his memory for one or two years.

While the momentum is increasing, the emotions become more and more indifferent.

At the same time, more and more bad news was received.

She also slowly began to accept that she no longer had fragile and naive ideas like "if there is a world of dead people, as a place to rely on", and even wondered when she would leave, how many familiar faces would be there at the funeral, and whether Han Tubai would come to dance to her as promised...

But as memory grew older, she began to agree with Han Tubai's criticism.

Pei Ye was obviously a tough guy.

At the end of the memory, she thought she was dead, but when the next level of memory increased, she realized that she had survived another disaster. Han Tubai also joked: [I am going to notify the others to see if they are free to attend your funeral. Who knows that you crawled back at the last moment... Pei Ye, you are going to send all of us old acquaintances away, right?]

Pei Ye rolled his eyes: [Others don’t want to send you, but I’m unwilling to give you away if I don’t.]

Han Tubai pretended to be exaggerated and hugged his chest: [No, we have known each other for more than a hundred years, just dancing, why is this?]

Pei Ye didn't have the strength, but he still gritted his teeth and squeezed out: [If you dare to dance, I dare to cheat the zombie!]

Han Tubai laughed and said: [It's burned into ashes, I'll take a look at it if you cheat someone?]

Pei Ye:【…】
To be continued...