The Golden Year is Like a Dream Dispersed by the Wind
by Xiao Ming
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"Si Ming, arrange for me to die in a month." Xie Yifan's eyes were full of strong emotions, but his voice was extremely calm. Si Ming's face lit up with joy when he heard this, "Immortal Lord, it's been so long since this calamity ended, and you are finally willing to come back." "By the way, Immortal Lord, I have also made arrangements for the apprentice you accepted in the human world, and let her ascend to the throne..." Xie Yifan interrupted: "No need, she has her own destiny. , Let's not interfere." Siming couldn't help but wonder: "But the Immortal Lord... According to her cultivation level, she may not be able to ascend. She will live until she is sixty..." "The Immortal Lord has stayed in the mortal world for her. If she dies..." "What does it have to do with me if she dies?" Xie Yifan said coldly, with a hint of indifference. He didn't want to say any more, so he waved his hand and the mirror image in front of him disappeared. There was a voice outside the door. It was Jian Yan, the disciple Xie Yifan had taken in the human world. She was dressed in a black outfit, with picturesque eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and her clothes were stained with blood. "Master, the Nine-Tune Spiritual Ginseng was not found..." Xie Yifan just looked at her quietly: "Well, it's okay." Jian Yan frowned, looking increasingly annoyed, "It's my fault, otherwise Master's injury would have been cured." She stared at Xie Yifan's paper-pale face and stretched out her hand to touch it. The moment it touched my skin, I trembled violently, and my eyes became filled with guilt.
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