Xinhao frowned and slowly opened his eyes. A chubby face gradually became clear in front of him. When the fat face saw Xinhao awake, he smiled: "Brother, you are awake. You don't know how hard it has been for me during the period when you are not in the hospital."

Xinhao looked at the fat face in front of him and sneered: "I really want to thank you. Does the game have the highest record today?"

"Of course there is. My ak has hit many enemies, and others call me ak prince." Xiong Xiaoguang came back after proudly reporting his record and jumped into Xinhao's pit. "Uh... you know I can't go out of the field, so you can only play games in the office."

"I didn't blame you, what about the others? Why didn't I see them?" Xin Hao smiled. Xiong Xiaoguang's temperament is naturally clear about him as his brother-in-law.

"Brother-in-law, it's early morning now. They have already gone back to bed, and only that girl is so unyielding to you. After finding you, she has been with you for two days and two nights. She will feel at ease to go to bed when she sees me coming." Xiong Xiaoguang took out his cell phone and looked at Xinhao. The above showed it at three o'clock in the morning.

"You said I woke up in two days?" Xinhao wondered. He remembered that he left after talking to Zhang Wutian in the sea of ​​consciousness. Why did he last so long?

"Yes, it's been two days, and it's been two days since November." Xiong Xiaoguang shrugged and put his phone back in his pocket. "It's normal that you can't feel it. After all, the time in a dream is shorter than when you're outside."

"Is this true? I still don't understand enough. I need to ask my master if I have time." Xinhao nodded, but he still had doubts in his heart, thinking about waiting for Baiyi to return to his original state to ask.

"Tell me, you have something to tell you," Xiong Xiaoguang leaned into Xinhao's ear and whispered, "I have seen his two Taoist priests these days and told me that the white clothes have grown white hair now. Now he is in a state of sober and unconsciousness. Do you have any special methods to get him back? I think it's a bit distorted to do that space. If you let your baby master continue to make trouble like this, something will probably happen."

Xin Hao gave Xiong Xiaoguang a blank look: "After all, you still feel sorry for doing that little thing."

Xiong Xiaoguang's originally smiling face immediately turned into a bitter face: "Brother-in-law, I have no intention of being in the world, and most of the things I use now are passed down from the last century. Once it is broken or gone, we can't find anyone to do it."

"What's the situation? Isn't the special edition currently in religious management? If you want to do it, you can find someone at will, so it won't be so troublesome, right?" Xinhao didn't expect that there was such a difficult situation in the special operation. No one had mentioned it to him before.

Xiong Xiaoguang sighed: "We can indeed hire people, but many of the things were left by your master Baiyi at the beginning. When the old man from Shen's family went to Vietnam to fight, he didn't know if the line of fate was wrong or what happened. He ran into Baiyi there, and then the old man leaned on Baiyi. That was the first time the old man was playing tricks with others, and since then he embarked on a road of no return."

"Bai Yi had no choice but to go back to Beijing with the old man and assisted him in establishing a special affairs consultation office. It was the predecessor of the special affairs office. Then he left a bunch of things and taught the third madman. Originally, the third madman was not stupid, but Bai Yi taught him the special affairs office that night, the guy went crazy. He went to Beijing and found out that several formations were made on the city gates, saying that as long as the formation was there, the eight-armed Nezha God would not be able to leave. Alas..."

After hearing this, Xinhao was silent for a long time, and finally he sighed: "Master has never told me these things, and now it can be explained. Master once told me that if you want him to remember who he is, then let him have a nightmare I have never had before."

At nine o'clock in the morning, Xiong Xiaoguang came back from the hospital. After going upstairs, he did not rush to return to his office. Instead, he walked straight into the space where he was covered with white clothes. As soon as he entered the space, a whisk pressed against Xiong Xiaoguang's throat. A man spoke in the dark: "Who is it?"

"Xiong Xiaoguang, I've come the most times, don't you treat me like this, right?" Xiong Xiaoguang raised his hands obediently. For some reason, he had to undergo an inspection every time he came here recently, register for his identity, and then let the little Taoist priest's little hands touch his side from bottom to top. People like Xiong Xiaoguang who have a lot of itchy flesh smiled in just a few seconds.

After the examination, Xiong Xiaoguang took a few deep breaths, and the smirk on his face went down. After clearing his throat, Xiong Xiaoguang took out a few incense sticks: "I turned around at Panjiayuan and made a few incense sticks. I lit them when I was sleeping. I can calm my mind."

The old Taoist priest took the incense with skepticism, put it on his nose and smelled it, nodded: "It's rare that you kid have a serious time, is there anything else? Just leave if you have nothing to do."

"Of course there are other things, how about Baiyi?" Xiong Xiaoguang certainly couldn't just leave like this. He had to first understand Baiyi's current situation and determine whether that thing could work.

The old Taoist priest shook his head: "It's still the same. After he has white hair, he has been pulling his head. We dare not open the door and go in to stop him. So there is not much white hair on the back of his head now, and the appearance of white clothes may be postponed again."

"Maybe, who knows?" Xiong Xiaoguang turned around and left after saying this, leaving the old Taoist priest thinking about this sentence carefully.

The day passed quickly and night fell. Baiyi went to bed and fell asleep after dinner. While the little Taoist priest went in to clean up the dishes, he lit a scent on the windowsill, and the blue smoke quickly filled the whole house.

He usually doesn't dream, but today he unexpectedly dreamed, but this dream is even more real than the real. This is a world of black and white, just like old photos of the last century. The world is empty and strolling forward, and the scenes around him. He quickly confused the direction. Just when he was confused, a person appeared in front of him, very suddenly and silently, like a feather falling on the water surface. Although it was rippling, it was very quiet.

He was wearing a black robe and a long shawl, standing with his hands behind his back, facing him. He was curious and wanted to approach him, but he obviously felt a barrier around him that made him unable to pass and reach him. Suddenly, he turned around and was stunned. He was him, but he was not him.

He didn't know where the courage came from, and said to him who looked very much like him: "I dare to learn from me, I'm capable."

He was not angry, but just smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to get a little bit away, and then he woke up, the original black turned white, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, replaced by indifference, so cold that it made people unable to breathe.

He got up, looked at the fragrance on the windowsill, sneered, took out an iron fan from behind, opened it, closed it, and then the space in the room suddenly twisted. He put his hands behind his back and stepped into the twist. Everything around was silent, and the two Taoist priests were sleeping soundly.

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Chapter completed!