The river flows eastward.

At dawn, Huanzhu was preparing to return to the great commercial capital. In front of a large river, he happened to meet a trio of Confucian leaders who had traveled all over the world.

The most bizarre trio of old, middle-aged and young people in the world, who are as powerful as the second disciple of Confucianism and a great practitioner who has entered the fifth realm, can only do odd jobs here and dare not complain.

After all, not everyone has the opportunity to team up with a saint to clear a dungeon.

By the river, when Huanzhu saw the saint, he began to feel nervous. Especially when he heard the question from the Confucian leader, he was even more shocked.

On the side, Fa Ru looked over subconsciously when he heard the Confucian leader's inquiry.

Xiao Ziye only has one year left in his life.

Does the Huanzhu, which is connected to life, only have one year left?

If this is the case, wouldn't it mean that the immortality of the underworld has a flaw?

Under the gaze of the two people, Huanzhu shook his head slightly and replied, "No."

After hearing the answer of the girl in front of him, Kong Qiu's eyes flashed with murderous intent and said, "Did you lie to him?"

"Um."

Huanzhu noticed the murderous intention in the old man, and his body trembled slightly, but he still answered truthfully, "In order to get out of trouble, I subconsciously lied."

"Why didn't you tell him later?" Confucius narrowed his eyes and asked.

"I don't dare." Huanzhu lowered his head and replied.

"What will happen to you if he dies?" Confucius asked in a deep voice.

"Seriously injured and weak."

Huanzhu said softly, "But I won't die."

"What about rescuing Zhu Zhu?"

Confucius glanced at the monks who were making a fire by the river and continued to ask.

"assimilation."

Huanzhu responded, "Sister Zhuzhu, maybe she can wake up."

"Being like you, or like those black-blooded monsters?" Confucius withdrew his gaze and asked.

Huanzhu was silent. After a moment, he shook his head and replied, "I'm not sure."

"When are you going to tell your brother the truth?" Confucius asked calmly.

"I'm not going to talk anymore."

Huanzhu said in a low mood, "Brother, we don't have much time."

Confucius sighed in his heart after hearing the honest answer of the girl in front of him. He didn't ask any more questions. He looked towards the military camp to the south and said, "Did you hear that?"

Rakshasa Army, inside the camp, Li Ziye put on his battle armor and responded, "I guess it's a big deal."

"You have such a big heart."

By the river, Confucius said helplessly, "No wonder you have recently started looking for a way to bring the dead back to life."

"Be prepared. In fact, returning Zhu Zhu is not a lie. It is indeed possible to revive Zhu Zhu through assimilation."

In the handsome tent, Li Ziye tied the rope on his armor and replied, "It's just that I don't dare to bet on this probability. If Zhu Zhu turns into one of those black-blooded monsters, then there will be no room for regret."

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At this point, Li Ziye stepped out of the handsome tent and continued, "Old man, don't bully my family to return the pearl. You guys talk first. I'll go see if the grandsons in the army have been lazy recently."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Ziye walked towards the martial arts arena without saying another word.

This old man is really free. Even if you call him for such a trivial matter, you won't be afraid that your phone bill will be gone and your phone will be shut down.

North of the Rakshasa military camp, by the river, Confucius withdrew his distant gaze and said, "Girl, let's go, breakfast is almost ready, go and eat some."

"Um."

Huanzhu responded and walked towards the river together.

By the river, Wen Xiuru was busy working alone, shouldering the tasks that the bosses didn't like to do.

Breakfast is very simple, just a little rice porridge with some pickles. The breakfast that has been passed down for thousands of years may not be so nutritious, but generations of people have been doing it this way, and no one has ever skipped milk for breakfast.

Just malnutrition.

In Li Ziye's words, I drink my porridge and you drink your milk. How can I have such a sense of bullshit superiority?

If conditions permit, who wouldn’t want to have a meal of lobster and abalone, eat half of it and feed half to the dog without wasting food?

"Girl Huanzhu, here it is, be careful to burn it."

After the porridge was cooked, Wen Xiuru carefully filled three bowls and divided one bowl into each person's.

"Thank you."

Huanzhu took his rice porridge, looked at the white rice in it which was not too much, and took a small sip carefully.

"Girl Huanzhu, your memory still hasn't recovered at all?" Faru looked at the fourth girl of the Li family in front of him and asked curiously.

"No."

Huanzhu shook his head slightly and responded.

"There is another possibility."

On the side, Confucius said calmly, "Perhaps there is no memory of Huanzhu at all, so there is no way to talk about the word recovery."

"How is this possible?"

Faru asked in surprise, "How can a person have no memory?"

"The world is so vast and full of wonders, and even an old man doesn't know many things. That's why living is interesting."

Confucius said softly, "If you were born knowing everything, wouldn't such a life be without fun? The situation of returning pearls may not be possible in our understanding, but it does not mean that it does not exist."

"That's right."

Faru nodded and replied, "Girl Huanzhu is a miracle in her own right. It would not be surprising if anything happens to her again."

Next to her, Huanzhu was drinking her porridge silently, and she didn't speak when no one asked her.

As for Wen Xiu and Confucianism, he didn't interrupt at all. If he was a transparent person and the most desireless disciple of the Confucian sect, how could he gain a reputation in vain?

"Huanzhu, you also know about your brother's situation. Do you have any way to save him?"

Confucius took the new wooden chopsticks on the side, put a pickle into the bowl of the girl in front of him, and asked.

"No."

Huanzhu shook his head sadly and replied, "Human aging is irreversible."

"It's okay, let's eat."

Confucius said something, said nothing more, and ate quietly.

To the east, the morning sun rises and the morning light falls on the earth, gradually dispelling the coolness of the night.

A breakfast was simple and peaceful. After finishing a bowl of porridge, Huanzhu and Wen Xiuru started washing the dishes and tidying up.

As for the two big guys, it is absolutely impossible for them to take action.

"There should be no problem with this child." Fa Ru said while looking at Huanzhu by the river.

"If the little one is alive, she will definitely be fine." Confucius replied thoughtfully.

Fa Ru was startled when he heard the meaning of Confucius's words, and asked, "Confucius' leader means that if something happens to the boy of the Li family, Huan Zhu may lose control?"

"It's not impossible."
Chapter completed!