Chapter 567: Do you still remember her?

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It seems that this white-haired old man named Zu Qizhi is a bit difficult to mess with! Even Xia Weiran, who had always been favored by NPCs, took the initiative to say hello, but was frightened by the old man's "Go away" and took several steps back.

The three siblings were all a little sluggish, lowering their heads and quickly thinking about how to deal with it. After all, if you pass this level, you will be rewarded generously, but if you fail, the punishment will be enough to make you feel distressed for a while.

The problem now is that this old lady is not willing to pay attention to them at all, and the mission has reached a deadlock!

At the critical moment, a weak voice sounded like thunder: "Auntie?"

Zhen's eyes almost popped out of his eyes. He looked at the old man in red clothes and white hair in disbelief: "Old lady? Is that you?"

Aunt?

The three siblings turned to look at him at the same time: Brother, are you serious?

Just now, you were calling the old uncle a beast, and now he found the old uncle in the blink of an eye?

Zu Qizhi, who had been holding her neck high and scolding mortals, was also stunned. She turned her attention to Ni and stared at him with a pair of blood-stained eyes for a long time before slowly speaking: "The big bubble of the prison guard clan?"

"Cannon?" The eyes of the three brothers and sisters were shining: Brother, do you still have such a loud name?

"Aunt, is it really you?" Ni's eyes immediately turned red, even more red than Zu Qizhi's, and tears kept falling: "Aunt, I thought you were dead!"

"I'm happy for her, you still remember her." The red color in Zu Qizhi's eyes gradually weakened. "But I regret to tell you that she is gone."

"That……"

The tears fell even more fiercely: "You... then... what is going on?"

"I am Lalu En, the guardian of the Guihai Maru Temple of the Moon Sect."

When Zu Qizhi said the first four words, Xia Weiran almost jumped up. She thought she had met the moon goddess Diana.

"The followers of the Burning Sun Sect are too cunning. They framed my brother and used forbidden techniques to expel me from the temple. Unfortunately, they can only expel my spirit body temporarily. One day, I will return to my physical body. I will Protect my brother and protect the Moon Sect."

Xia Weiran declined to comment on whether the Sun cultists were cunning. After all, the Moon Sect and the Burning Sun Sect are sworn enemies. Can sworn enemies still praise each other so much?

"Then you have taken over my old aunt's body?" Zhen wiped away his tears, then looked at the top of Zu Qizhi's head: "My old aunt, my old aunt is not called Zu Qizhi!"

What kind of bad name is this?

Did the ancestors abandon it? A person abandoned by his ancestors?

"it's not true."

When Zu Qizhi said this, he paused for seven or eight seconds before telling the truth: "Actually, I am... your old aunt's daughter."

Oh haha! Turns out she's a cousin? No, cousin?

The spirit Laluen had nowhere to turn. She happened to meet a pregnant woman. The pregnant woman had a strong spiritual energy. She wanted to temporarily borrow the pregnant woman's body to rest. Unexpectedly, the pregnant woman was attacked by a mortal. The pregnant woman finally escaped, but the spirit body was Embryo extraction and bondage…

As powerful as Laluen, she could easily destroy the embryo's original spiritual consciousness and replace it with itself until it was born as a human. But because of this, she has been unable to break free from the constraints of this body for many years.

Naturally, she would not tell Xi about these things.

"She named me and raised me until she left me forever twenty years ago."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo close, oh, oh..." Bi's tears kept falling, "My poor old lady! I haven't even been able to see you, so you're gone!"

Xia Weiran couldn't bear to watch this scene - who could bear to watch it? A big man as strong as a mountain, crying like a child.