So...
The scene that day was actually influenced by the birth of the Seven-Colored Egg?
Because I am the owner of the Seven-Colored Egg, when it received the inheritance, did I inevitably see some of it?
At this moment, Jiang Lin felt that everything could be connected.
"Master? Master?"
Seeing that Jiang Lin didn't speak, just stared at himself intently.
The Seven-Colored Egg thought it had said something wrong.
"Master, what's wrong?"
Jiang Lin snapped back to attention, "It's nothing."
He thought for a moment and continued to ask, "Underworld techniques, Xiao Hua, paper figures, do you remember them?"
The Seven-Colored Egg thought for a moment, "I still have some impression of Underworld techniques and paper figures, Xiao Hua... Master, are you talking about a flower? We don't seem to have any flowers in our hall."
Jiang Lin did not answer, but asked again, "West Hall, South Hall, North Hall, Xu Nan, Mirage, do you remember them?"
"I remember these three halls, didn't we also live there for a long time? It seems because... because..."
Because of what?
A cloud question mark [?] subconsciously appeared on the Seven-Colored Egg's forehead.
"Those few books I put in the eighteenth hall, brought back from the 'Collection Hall', do you remember them?"
Mentioning this, the Seven-Colored Egg's emotions immediately surged, and its whole body emitted red light.
At the eye sockets, two bright flame-like light clusters became even brighter.
"Remember!!!"
Master was looking at how to cook eggs deliciously!!!
It almost died once!
The impression was deep!
Thinking of this, it suddenly felt that having bones all over its body was not a bad thing.
"..." This one remembered clearly.
After that, Jiang Lin asked some more about the Seven-Colored Egg and his life.
Finally, he found that the Seven-Colored Egg could remember most of the things related to him.
But some details and reasons were not clear.
He guessed: "Could it be that because the inheritance in the dream took too long, many people and things from before were judged as unimportant by memory and faded away?"
The reason it could still remember him was because he had the deepest connection with it and had been in contact with it for the longest time.
Coupled with the fact that he was the owner of the Seven-Colored Egg, it was judged as useful by its memory?
As for the machine ball, Xiao Hua, Xu Nan...
Because the contact time was not long, and there was no contract or other 'connection'.
They were faded away? Big wind novel
After a while,
Jiang Lin stood up and removed the surrounding barrier.
"Let's go back to the Underworld and interact with familiar people and things."
"Okay, Master~!"
The Seven-Colored Egg wagged its bony tail and followed.
It had been two years since he last returned, and he wondered if the eighteenth hall was still the same as before.
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Small World Entrance—
Jiang Lin briefly explained to Lou Yangzi and those nervous little spirits.
"This matter has nothing to do with you, it's its own problem."
"Thank you for taking care of it for the past two years. Now I'll take it back to familiarize itself with the old environment."
'Isn't it because of our problem here?'
The little spirits poked their heads out, confirming.
'Then will we still have new game consoles and books to read in the future?'
'Will you often come to find us to play, right?'
'Will the colored egg remember us again? If not, we can get to know each other again.'
Jiang Lin nodded slightly, "Yes, we will come back often."
Upon receiving Jiang Lin's confirmation, the little spirits immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
Smiles reappeared on their faces, and they chattered:
'I knew it, the colored egg would be fine.'
'Great, then hurry back, and bring more fun things next time.'
'Yes, yes, you are busy, let's go first, goodbye~'
Beside them, Lou Yangzi listened with a smile.
These little spirits were too direct, weren't they trying to drive them away?
However, after interacting for so long, Lou Yangzi knew that they had no ill intentions.
They were just very pure.
In their opinion, since it was confirmed that you would come back, then if you have something to do now, hurry up and go. Don't dawdle.
"Don't mind them,"
Lou Yangzi said with a smile, "They still want to see you more."
"By the way, the textbooks you brought last time were quite interesting, could you bring me some next time?"
Jiang Lin nodded, "Yes, I'll remember."
Then, under the gaze of a group of spirits, Jiang Lin, carrying the machine ball and the hatched Seven-Colored Egg, left the small world.
It had been two years.
This small world was still the same as when Jiang Lin first arrived.
Except for the golden lotus used for hatching the Seven-Colored Egg, he had not taken anything from it.
Although there were many ancient spiritual plants and spiritual objects inside, many of which were considered rare for the current era.
For the current Jiang Lin (Ghost King realm), they could also play a certain role.
But Jiang Lin felt it was unnecessary.
First, he now had his own cultivation resources.
Second, this was a fallback.
It was a fallback left by that 'Jiang Lin' for his two disciples.
It was Lou Yangzi's fallback.
Perhaps one day, it would also become his fallback.
No one could predict the future.
...
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Underworld.
"Captain, hello."
"Captain, hello!"
Seeing Jiang Lin return, many Bao and Niu Xiaoguo at the entrance quickly straightened their bodies.
When their eyes swept over the Seven-Colored Egg, which was covered in bones and appeared to be a dragon, they wondered who it was.
However, as gatekeepers, they only needed to shut up and guard the gate properly.
"I'm back—!"
As soon as he entered the eighteenth hall, the Seven-Colored Egg couldn't help but dart around the courtyard and rooms.
Here, here, everywhere it could see familiar traces.
It was at that desk that it first met its master.
And that bookshelf, it was there that it found the books borrowed by its master.
And also...
The Seven-Colored Egg became more and more excited as it looked, two years, it was still here...
Wait!
As it flew over the lotus pond behind the eighteenth hall, the Seven-Colored Egg suddenly took two steps back, and then another two steps back.
The two bright flame-like light clusters in its eye sockets looked at the pavilion on the lotus pond.
Inside, a small figure was diligently studying at a stone table.
Who is that?!
Since hatching, the Seven-Colored Egg's eyesight and perception had also improved.
Looking from here, it could see the little ghost's fluffy hair and fair, tender skin.
Its dark, bright eyes were focused on the book.
It was so small, like a child who could be very pleasing.
But! There was no trace of the master!
So, where did this guy come from?!
How did it get to the back of the eighteenth hall!
It only slept for two years, and its master already had a new love!?
No, no, no!
It must be this guy who took advantage of its absence and snuck in!
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