Song Shuhang was confused: "What happened?"

"Don't worry, it's the sequelae of directly observing the 'law of the embodied law'. You can wake up after a while. Except for the excessive mental power consumption and the eyes may be blind for a while, there should be no other sequelae. Well... at most, you may lose some of your recent memories." Sister Bailong's gentle voice sounded in Song Shuhang's mind.

When you observe the laws of reality, it sounds very noble.

"How long will it take to wake up after a while?" Song Shuhang asked.

Sister Bailong's figure turned into a dragon shape again: "It may take several hours or several days?"

Song Shuhang: "..."

He first came to A Shiliu and smiled: "I finally managed to use the influence of the 'mirage dragon' at the fairy food banquet to wake up early. As a result, not long after, she fell into a coma again."

He bent down and picked up A Shiliu. I wonder if it was an illusion, but the Su Shiliu, who had transformed into dragons, became lighter.

Then, Song Shuhang moved his mind and moved to a guest room in the Winter Palace, put Su Shiliu on the bed. Then he took off his shoes and socks for her and covered her with a quilt.

In a coma, A Shiliu turned over instinctively, rolled up the entire quilt on his body, rolling it into a spring roll.

Song Shuhang raised his mouth and took out his cell phone to take a photo of Su Shishiliu, who was rolled into a tube.

"It's not a good habit to take photos secretly like this." Sister Bailong smiled.

Song Shuhang: "Cough... Sister Bailong, please stay and take care of Ah Shiliu. I'll move all the seniors of the 'Jiuzhou No. 1 Group' in to rest first."

"I'll help you." Sister Bailong said.

"Okay." Song Shuaidao.

He and Sister Bailong returned to the door of the Winter Palace, and he bent down and picked up Yu Rouzi.

The weight of Yurouzi is much more normal.

On the edge, Sister Bailong was stretched out like a rope, rolling up all the members of the "Jiuzhou No. 1 Group" on the ground and floating them into the air. She also accompanied the members of the Shiloli and Lizhi Fairy Sect.

It looks like all the members of the group are tied together by a rope, like ancient escort prisoners.

Song Shuhang: "..."

With the help of Sister Bailong, he arranged each group member to the room of the Winter Hall. Fortunately, the Winter Hall is big enough to accommodate all members.

"What should be done with other diners in the fairy feast?" asked Sister Bailong.

"Transfer them to a guest room with many people." Song Shuhangdao.

He didn't have time to arrange all the guests of the fairy-eating banquet in one room...

A large number of guests at the Fairy Food Banquet were transferred.

Finally, it was those eighth-grade Xuansheng's turn.

Song Shuhang looked at the Holy Lord of the Winter Melon, the Saint of the Three Zhous, the Saint of the Qingluan, the Saint of the Demon Dream, and several Saint of the Saint of the Song Shuhang had not yet met.

"Do you want to give special care to these people? After all, they are the Holy Lords?" asked Sister Bailong.

"Wait a moment, I have an idea." Song Shuhang pinched his chin and said.

Sister Bailong: "?"

Song Shuhang remembered the appointment with several Xuansheng on October 10th, the Forbidden City Top of the Forbidden City.

I don’t know if these Xuansheng will remember this agreement after his sense of existence is restored?

When he was a little transparent person, everyone's memories of him were very messy. Some people could still remember some, but some people would not remember it.

The few people in front of me are all eighth-grade saints. With their strength, they may even remember the appointment on October 10.

If they can really remember the 10-day appointment...

When the 10th arrives, wouldn’t he be fought by several holy kings?

It hurts so much when you think about it.

Song Shuhang is so tired and wants to become a little transparent again.

Senior Sanlang once said: I was sleepy and even gritted my teeth and wanted to swallow the fruit.

Yu Rouzi once said: Before committing death, you must have the awareness of enduring the fruit of committing death.

I have to bear the battle I made with tears in my eyes.

...

...

At this moment, when seeing several saints in a coma, Song Shuhang suddenly had an idea in his mind.

Remember what Sister Bailong said before?

——In addition to being blind for a while and losing a lot of mental power, members in a coma will also lose some of their recent memories?

It's amazing.

"I can leave some evidence on them before the Holy Lords woke up." Song Shuhang clapped his hands gently and said.

"Young man, your thoughts are very dangerous." Sister Bailong said.

Song Shuhang: "Cough... Sister Bailong, I just want to take some photos as evidence."

"What do you want to do?" said Sister Bailong.

Song Shuhang smiled and said, "Sister Bailong, just look at it, first... start with the Holy Lord of the Winter Melon. After all, he is an old acquaintance."

After saying that, Song Shuhang moved his mind and moved himself, the Holy Lord of the Winter Melon, and Sister Bailong to the core world's "Sword Peak".

This is one of the fragments of the ancient heaven that Confucianism gave him.

"Sword Peak" is not its original name, but was later awarded by Confucianism.

On the sword peak, there are extremely powerful sword intent and sword intent that will last forever.

It was the remnant of the peerless sword cultivator from the ancient heavenly court and a peerless swordsman who competed with sword intent. The sword intent and sword intent here are not targeted at outsiders, but just wrapped around the mountain, as if continuing the competition between peerless sword cultivator and peerless swordsman.

Song Shuhang moved the Holy Lord of the Winter Gua to the sword peak and placed him in a position of lying on a rock.

Then, he snapped his fingers, and Song Shuhang was separated and grabbed Song Shuhang's mobile phone.

"Please choose a better angle." Song Shuaidao.

Song Shuhang twowo: "Don't worry, it's absolutely OK."

While speaking, Song Shuhang stepped on the black lotus and climbed into the void.

After thinking about it, the beauty of the Merit Snake behind him was summoned.

The Snake Beauty cooperated with Song Shuhang and showed a majestic expression.

Song Shuhang held his arms with both hands and looked down at the bottom in the posture of the winner. The brilliant release of the merits of the snake beauty increased Song Shuhang's momentum.

"The original body doesn't feel that it's enough. Please come out with the senior Chixiao Sword and activate the 'Fire Burning Sword' to see." Song Shuhang reminded.

"Not good, this is the sword peak, and there is a peerless sword intent and sword intent colliding. If I activate the 'Fire Fire Sword', I might be targeted by the sword intent and sword intent here." Song Shuhangdao.

"Then summon the monkeys and make the momentum stronger." Song Shuhang said.

Song Shuhang: "Well, this one can be there."

The next moment, twenty-one appeared in the arms of Confucian scriptures. One big and twenty small, they lined up like a ‘man’, and started to recite Confucian scriptures, which strengthened the momentum of Song Shuhang.

"Very good, that's the feeling." Song Shuhang gave a thumbs up, he found an angle, and took several photos in succession.

"Handsome, but... I always feel like something is missing." Song Shuhang said.

"Let me see." Song Shuhang's body landed from the air, pulled out the photo of his mobile phone, and observed the appearance.

In the photo, the Domine Song Xuansheng is extremely powerful, stepping on the black lotus, and has the merits of the snake beauty and the holy ape to cheer.

The Holy Lord of Winter Melon lies on the rock like a salted fish.

Without words, all those who see this picture will have a title in their minds [Ba Song Xuansheng defeated the Holy Lord of the Donggua in Daojian Peak].

After this photo, if the Holy Lord of the Winter Melon remembers the '10th-day appointment' again, Song Shuhang can tell him that the appointment between the two has ended and there are photos to prove it.

This is what Song Shuhang thought.

But... just like what Song Shuhang said, there is something missing in this photo.

But Song Shuhang couldn't say what was wrong.

"The winter melon saint in the photo is too clean, without any scars, it's like falling asleep. It's not like experiencing a battle of Xuansheng." At this time, Sister Bailong's gentle voice prompted: "You can put on some makeup on him, make him more scars on his body, and then mess up his hair. It's best to sprinkle some water on his face, so that he can consume a lot..."

Song Shuhang's eyes lit up: "So that's it, no wonder he always feels a little weird."

Song Shuhang's eyes lit up: "Sister Bailong, you really have experience."

Song Shuhang paused slightly and turned to look at Sister Bailong.

Why does Sister Bailong seem so skillful? It seems that she has done this many times?

The white dragon looked up at the sky.

"Okay, don't look at me like this. A fool once asked me to do this kind of thing many times." Sister Bailong said.

Song Shuhang immediately understood... it was Song Mutou, an ancient patient with the third wave disease.
To be continued...