There was silence in the room for a moment.

After a while, the purple glow on Tang Xuan's face flashed instantly, and the ruined face floated intermittently, and finally froze on the ordinary face after the disguise.

When she opened her eyes, she found that it was already dark.

There was no palm light in the room, and it wasn't completely dark, it just looked dark.

Tang Xuan turned her head and looked in the direction of the small room.

As a result, a patch of emerald green light is seen.

In the small room made of white spars, those spars absorbed the moonlight outside, refracting the brilliant light of the Northern Aurora, and the emerald green vines and plants climbing on it, and the cotton-like flowers that bloomed were even larger than in the daytime, snow-white, soft, quiet, and glowing with a faint halo.

"I see. ”

She began to know why this inn was named the color of emptiness.

This small room is not like a small world, the sky is light, and the flowers below are scorching, and it is wonderful.

She sat up from the bed, walked barefoot over the carpet of the pavilion in the mountains and rivers, walked into the small room, and looked at the one-meter-long, two-seater chair woven of white rattan in front of her.

Leaning back in his chair, he fell asleep leaning over.

The mask on his face was taken off and thrown on the hanging chair at will, and the black hair slid down on the back of the chair, hanging down in an arc like a curtain, and the face between the black hair was beautiful and moving.

"Master, we shouldn't have anything to do with this person. The ten tails flew out of the sea of knowledge and landed on Tang Xuan's shoulder, and a pair of purple beast eyes looked coldly at the sleeping Fu Yi.

Tang Xuan pursed her lips, shook her head, took out a soft blanket from the mustard seed space, and walked over to cover her clothes.

"Some people and things are bound to come, and they have come to this point, so why bother to think about whether they should or shouldn't?" Tang Xuan straightened up and said in a faint voice.

Ten Tails turned his head and saw Tang Xuan's disfigured side face.

What it looked at was Tang Xuan's eyes.

Her long gaze fell on her face, and that kind of look had never been seen before.

Shiwei kept looking at Tang Xuan's eyes, and for a long time, he shook his head, and once again turned into a streamer and flew into Tang Xuan's sea of knowledge, and then didn't speak.

Tang Xuan sat down on the hanging chair slowly, and on her side, the fragrance on her clothes mixed with the fragrance of the surrounding vines and plants blooming, surrounded Tang Xuan's whole person.

Why do we still have an intersection?

Actually, she understands now, just because of eight words.

Mother.

Wife.

Let's go home.

When Mo Qi called her mother at the Alchemist Guild, she thought that the first thing she felt was shock and anger.

But in fact, in the depths of my heart, there is clearly a flash of the 21st century, when the flood occurred, the house was flooded, the little girl was starving alone on the roof above the water, curled up, and called her mother in a coma, and in this different time and space, Mu Chenghou Mansion, when the little Tang Xuan was ridiculed by those half-sisters as a motherless grass, she cried silently in her heart and called her mother.

And her later words caught her off guard.

Wife.

Let's go home.

Go home......

She is considered a human being in two lives, but in these two lives, there are only ten tails by her side.

To her, the Ten Tails are more like sisters, the deepest friendship.

And the original Shimen **Xianmen, there were too many unwarm things and hostile people, so that she couldn't take it as her own home.

Home is just a word, but for her, it is more important than Mount Tai.

On the contrary, she longs for family affection and family, and it has been a long, long time.

"Husband, son, family ......" Tang Xuan said softly.

What if it's fake.

That's what she has at the moment.

Isn't it?

Drowsiness also began to hit, and Tang Xuan slowly closed her eyes.

In the small room, the moonlight appeared on the transparent crystals, and it sprinkled down freely, enveloping the two people on the hanging chairs.

There is the color of emptiness, and the years are quiet.