When she woke up, a drop of water was falling on her cheek.

“——”

A drop of water hit her eyelashes, and she opened her eyes to see herself lying in a cave.

Backtracking formations?

She frowned, and when she looked down, her dress had changed, only a thin white dress.

It was surrounded by a cave, dripping with water, and it was dark and damp.

Zhi Mengmeng and they were all gone, but she felt that nothing had happened to them.

Being able to pull his own formation, this formation is definitely not simple, and there are also formation mages.

Although the situation in front of her was a little out of control, she still calmed her face and turned over and sat up.

"Drip-"

There was only a quiet sound of dripping water around, and there was a silky light in front of it, like an exit.

She stood up and tried to walk along the light, but found that she couldn't seem to get out.

She's stuck?

There shouldn't be a formation in this world to trap her.

She felt it for a moment, and suddenly her face was a little different.

This formation was laid by herself.

She's trapped in a formation she's laid out?

But why?

She looked away from the surrounding stone walls, the cave was not as dim as before, and by the light, she saw some patterns carved into the stone walls.

It's a stick figure of some people kneeling down and they're prostrating themselves to something, and when they look further along, they see that it's a person.

This figure is just a back, compared to the simple kneeling human in the painting, the lines of this person are exaggerated to the point of being very tall, draped in a robe, only this figure, although thin, but with an aura of worship.

She looked at the carving with a faint gaze, and actually experienced a familiar feeling from it.

This man she knew.

And not from this era, but from 10,000 years ago.

A cold breath suddenly came from her cheeks, as if someone was touching her cheeks, her heart moved, but she didn't feel any dangerous breath, a very familiar voice sounded, with tender affection, and a distant sigh: "Are you cold?"

Song Yanqing?

She tried to turn her head away, but she saw nothing.

The cave was empty, and there was no figure of Song Yanqing.

The touch on the cheeks seems to have disappeared, but there is still a sense of attachment that makes people rely on it.

"Song Yanqing?"

She spoke, and her voice echoed through the cave.

She understood that this was not true, but she felt that Song Yanqing was here.

Yes - which Song Yanqing?

She frowned, and suddenly found that her amnesia was really not simple, this formation was laid by herself, why did she feel Song Yanqing in the formation?

At this time, in the imperial capital, thousands of miles away, the man who was lying on the bed and resting suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils were as black as ink, and his eyes were clear at this time, as if he had never woken up halfway through.

[Song Yanqing?]

That voice was Qiao Jin's, and he didn't know where it came from, and he heard a burst of echoes.

He frowned, dressed in black pajamas, turned over and sat up, and found that in the corners of the walls around him, the black gas had filled the entire room to the point of corroding the entire room, and when he listened carefully, it seemed that there were still demonic whispers.

It was only a little bit closer to devouring the bed that Song Yanqing was on.

Seeing that he woke up, the black gas rolled and disappeared in an instant, he only stared at the black aura that slowly disappeared, and did not panic at all, through the hazy light outside the window, his handsome face as warm as jade added a trace of chill.

(End of chapter)