Vol 3 Chapter 772: Li Yucheng

"Purple, you wake up, it’s been so long, you can’t die! If you die, Grandpa, what should I do in the future?

A voice with a crying voice was introduced into the ears of Zi Yan, gradually awakening his consciousness. WWW.SUIMENG.com
The purple cicada slowly opened his eyes and saw a tattered cloth called Huazi, squatting in front of himself, shaking his body.
The old man named Hana looked very sad, old tears, full of despair.
There is a bit of spectacle in the eyes of Zi Yan, but more is still doubts.
Because he doesn't know each other at all, why does the other person know his name?
Why do you call yourself my grandfather?
Do you have a grandfather?
Looks like he doesn't even have a parent, where is the grandfather?
Suddenly, the purple cicada reacted, and this grandson was deliberately taking advantage of himself.
Suddenly I met a person who pretended to be my grandfather. Purple anger rose from the heart, only to see him immediately kicked off, and he did not hesitate to smash the past.
"Old things, dare to take advantage of Xiaoye. You are the grandson, the young master killed you believe it or not?!"
The purple cicada turned up, clenched his fists and looked at each other coldly.
"Stupid, my grandson is scared!"
The old man called Hanako sat on the ground, staring at the purple scorpion that made the fist, and squatting again and again.
"Grandson, you are my grandson!"
The purple cicada fist clenched and walked toward the front. "Old things, you are my grandson! Now, call Grandpa immediately!"
The dull old man, looking at the purple sable, suddenly burst into tears and cried while chanting. "Well, my grandson was completely scared. Come and save my grandson. He is stupid and has forgotten. Who are you?"
Zi Yanqi wants to beat people, but looking at the old man's sad look, he can't really punch on the other's nose, he hesitated.
At this moment, Zixiao suddenly noticed the surrounding environment. This is a cave, not artificially carved, like a nest of some beasts.
"How can I be here?"
Zi Yan has some doubts, "I am not in the blood of the war city? I am not here to find something? Qingyi?"
The old man is still crying and has been crying and saying, 'It’s over, it’s finished,’ he is really sad.
However, Zi Yan was annoyed and angered: "Old things, shut up!"
The cry of the old man came to an abrupt end. At this moment, he looked worriedly at Zi Yan. "Sui Zi Sun, are you okay?"
Zi Yan raised his fist again. "Old things, call my grandson again, be careful that I am not welcome to you."
"My good grandson, I don't call you grandchildren, what should I call you?" The old man was very sad.
"Call my name, old things, I ask you, who am I?"
The purple cicada asked evilly.
"You are Zi Yan, my good grandson, our two of us are living together, and we have survived countless times." The old man cried.
Zi Yan looked at the old man, "Old things, are you serious?"
"Grandchild, oh, purple, you should not forget Grandpa, I?"
The old man looked at the weird expression of Zi Yan and immediately pointed at himself and said, "I am Li Yucheng, have you forgotten?"
The purple scent smells, the gas bites straight, "My name is Zi Yan, you are Li Yucheng, we have different names, what can we have?"
Li Yucheng’s face was white for a moment.
How is it all right? You are walking early, I am pulling you big, why is it irrelevant?

Zi Yan held her arms and sneered: "Edit, you continue to edit the Laozi, see what kind of tricks can you make?"
Zi Yan did not believe in Li Yucheng’s words, and his heart also determined that the other party had been taking advantage of himself, so he was not polite to him.
Li Yucheng shook his head and said desperately: "It’s over, it’s completely finished. I thought it was a big disaster, but I didn’t expect it to be scared. I even forgot anyone.

"I am purple," Zi Zi said lightly.
"What do you remember except the name?" Li Yucheng asked.
"I am from the Blood Battle City, no, I am from the Holy Spirit, I have a world, the master of that world!"
Zi Yan sneered: "Do you think that you can fool me with such a trick?"
Li Yucheng said sadly: "It’s starting to talk nonsense again. It seems that you took the things in your dreams seriously. Do you still want to say that there is a friend named Hawthorn, a fairy, very beautiful, and another called blue Lonely dream, very powerful?"
Zi Yan looked at the old man, "Know you still ask?"
The old man continued to cry, sadly said: "Children, you are dreaming, you are talking about dreams. You look at where we live, how can a fairy appear?"
The cicada is watching the old man.
Li Yucheng got up and said: "Do not believe that you go out to see, child, you have been unconscious for too long, have you forgotten your identity?"
Li Yucheng walked out of the cave, and Zi Yan walked out with the old man.
Here is a mountain with many similar caves around it, some artificially carved, and others are natural caves.
After the purple cicada came out, it was a lot of people who saw the clothes raging. It looks like an original tribe that has not yet developed.
After seeing the purple scorpion, these people first glimpsed, then they laughed: "Purple, your boy finally woke up."
"If you wake up, you know that your kid can't die."
"Old Li head, it seems that your prayers are working."
Everyone, you say a word, they seem very familiar with each other.
I can find that I don’t know them.
"Who are you?"
He asked again, his expression full of alert.
For a time, the smiles on everyone's faces were all gone.
One of the men looked at Li Yucheng, then pointed his finger at his head and whispered: "Is there a problem here?"
Li Yucheng nodded and said: "I have been talking nonsense all the time, but it should be a coma for a long time to start talking about a dream, it will be good in a few days."
Others nodded and had a clear expression.
Zi Yan took a panoramic view of the crowd, and said dissatisfied: "What do you mean by this? Is it right for me to play? Tell you, I am different from you."
It is indeed different, whether it is wearing or other, it is different ~EbookFREE.me~ But when I bowed in Ziyan, I wanted to prove myself, but I found that my own Lingpao was gone.
Instead, it was a ragged dress with a pair of tattered sandals at the feet.
That's it.
What is your own spiritual robe?
What about the ghosts around you?
Always following your own elf?
Sticks and shields?
Just as the heart of the purple scorpion fluctuated wildly and the first doubt appeared in the heart, a horrified shout suddenly sounded.
"Not good, the ghost is coming."
Along with this voice, everyone’s face has a horror.
The next moment, everyone began to run away.