Zhongxing City, the headquarters of the Kyushu Tianmeng, the quiet room of the Taoist Palace. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the quiet and empty quiet room, there was a sudden burst of coldness, the snow-white little fox was confused and sleepy, and leaned his body towards the black robe next to him, and there was a burst of warmth in the familiar embrace, and the warm big hand gently stroked her little head, making her squint her eyes comfortably again, and couldn't help moaning, arching towards the warm embrace again.

"Hmm~ Stinky Taoist priest, don't make trouble, let me sleep again......"

The words in his mouth came to an abrupt end, and the little white fox suddenly opened his eyes, and saw the gentle smile that was close at hand, and there was a faint light flowing in the golden divine fire mark in the center of his eyebrows, exuding a warm faint glimmer as always.

"Stinky Daoist, you're back!"

The little white fox's eyes were full of surprise, and he immediately stretched out his little paws.

However, just as she was about to touch the black Dao robe, her movements suddenly slowed down, and the look of surprise in her eyes gradually dimmed.

Come to think of it......

"It turned out to be another dream. ”

Under the tall bitter tree of Tushan, the girl sat in a blue and white gorgeous long skirt, and her graceful and tall figure was even more lonely, wiping her eyes slightly, looking up at the flowers of this tree.

The branches are luxuriant, the trunks are towering, and as far as the eye can see, there are already delicate pink flowers, and the soft and fine moonlight between the gaps, and there are still water droplets under some of the flowers, and the wet sand is scattered with a little falling flowers, and a shallow layer of fluttering.

A gentle breeze blows, and the humid air is filled with the refreshing scent of flowers.

How many wet and cold nights, I will have such dreams.

It's been a hundred years, and I can't forget that scene after all.

Under the altar of Zhongxing City, a black robe was pierced by the golden sword light through his chest, and his right hand that hung down with a smile before his vitality was cut off.

"Alas......"

Habitually, he stretched out his hand and stroked the huge trunk of the Bitterness Tree, and his hand was placed in this position when he was renewed.

Habitually close his eyes, wanting to feel even a trace of his breath from the tree of bitterness.

Although the results were the same every time she tried, every time she came here, she would repeat the same attempt with a hint of anticipation, and then leave with a faint disappointment.

Day after day, a hundred years have passed.