So Han Zhuo and Jiang Yang lived in the thatched huts in the Mantuo Shahai, I don't know where Jiang Yang got a lot of seven-colored dazzling stones, and the two planted green lotus together.

Han Zhuo looked at those green lotuses, silver and green, and there was a little bit of starlight on the petals, which was good-looking, but he didn't think it was real, and asked Jiang Yang: "Why do you like to plant green lotuses so much?"

Jiang Yang smiled and asked: "The green lotus on the earth can only be planted in water, the green lotus here can only be planted on stones, the green lotus on the earth has green stems and green leaves and white flowers, and the green lotus here is a silver stem and silver leaf blue and white, is it the opposite?"

"yes, so what?"

"Because dreams are the opposite, the seven-colored dazzling stone can nourish the dream, after the green lotus planted into a sea of flowers, you can see the future appearance of the flower planter, I used to plant, I want to see what my future husband is like, but it's a pity...... When it's about to bloom, you will give it a nest, but ......" Jiang Yang pulled Han Zhuo's arm, "There is no need to look at it, now I plant it, just to pass the time with you." ”

Han Zhuo squatted down and said with a smile: "Maybe in the future, when it blooms, you can see how many children we have born." ”

Jiang Yang's soft and glutinous powder fist lightly hammered Han Zhuo, and said with a red face: "Don't be ashamed, this kind of thing...... We can wait...... Let's discuss it when it's dark. ”

Han Zhuo looked at her big eyes, her eyebrows were shy, her long eyelashes drooped, and she couldn't help but kiss her face.

Jiang Yang smiled in his eyes, pulled him up, pointed to a white cloud glowing with silver light on the eastern horizon, and asked Han Zhuo, "There is lightning there, is it going to rain?"

Han Zhuo looked at the cloud and muttered, "I don't know, how can there be white rain clouds?"

Jiang Yang Muran nodded: "Yes, how can there be white rain clouds." ”

The two of them stood in front of the thatched house, standing next to the green lotus that had not yet bloomed, and looked at the silver white clouds in the sky in such a daze, that they also looked at it for a long time.

Han Zhuo hugged Jiang Yang's shoulder, the day his life's long-cherished wish came true, all the time belonged to the two of them.

After all, there is still a thousand years to splurge.

Sometimes Han Zhuo would think of his parents and Aunt Lan's family on the other side of the galaxy, and he always felt a little unable to let go of it inexplicably, as if there were still many things he didn't have time to do.

But I can't remember what I didn't do.

He and Jiang Yang still look at the white clouds glowing with silver light in the sky every day, but sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, and sometimes just above their heads.

I don't know how many years have passed, but the green lotus in front of the door finally began to sprout.

One day, Jiang Yang was so happy that he held a flower stamen to be released in front of Han Zhuo: "Come and make a wish." ”

Han Zhuo asked, "Isn't it possible to directly see the afterlife, and you still have to make a wish?"

"If you make a wish, maybe something beautiful will happen. ”

Han Zhuo smiled and said, "For me, the most beautiful thing is to be with you, and there is nothing else worth my expectation." ”

Jiang Yang pouted: "Okay, then I'll make a promise." ”

Han Zhuo saw her holding the lotus bud and closed her eyes solemnly, and there were words in her mouth, and she couldn't help but smile and ask, "What wish did you make?"

Jiang Yang sent the lotus bud back first, and after planting it carefully, he ran back and said, "Originally, it wouldn't work, but I can tell you secretly, I still hope that you can make a breakthrough in your cultivation in the future." ”

Han Zhuo was surprised and asked, "If we soar up, what if we are separated from each other again?"

"I will be here forever waiting for you to come back, in this life, I will never practice again, God, of course we will be together forever, but there is only a place for the two of us...... It's so lonely. ”

Han Zhuo was stunned for a moment, only to think that for so many years, he and Jiang Yang had only stayed in the Mantuosha Sea, and even only these thatched huts in the Mantuosha Sea were accompanied by those green lotuses in front of the door.

Jiang Yang stroked Han Zhuo's sideburns: "Venerable God, you already have white hair." ”

Han Zhuo suddenly thought that the green lotus outside the door was about to bloom, and muttered, "Yes, it's been more than a hundred years, little Xuannu, you asked me to continue cultivating, do you want me to take you out of this place?"

Jiang Yang shook his head: "It's you who want to leave this place." As he spoke, he pulled Han Zhuo out of the door and pointed to the white clouds in the sky: "You see, even the silver light of that rain cloud is much weaker." ”

Han Zhuo smiled: "Even for more than a hundred years, I haven't seen it rain." ”

"Actually...... It's not just a hundred years, it's been almost a thousand years. Jiang Yang turned around, suddenly with inexplicable reluctance in his eyes, and said, "Maybe, she won't rain at all, she's just looking for you." ”

Han Zhuo looked at Jiang Yang, always feeling that she had something to say and couldn't explain it.

Jiang Yang had tears in his eyes: "God, I really can't bear you, but a thousand years is actually really fast, so fast that I don't even have time to take a good look at you." ”

Han Zhuo suddenly felt a splitting headache, what do you mean? Jiang Yang, Little Xuannu, what are you talking about?

"God, I don't want to see you finally turn into reincarnation, I don't want to see you die, I thought the most painful thing in my life was to watch us separate, I didn't expect that in fact, it was even more painful to know that you were going to die, but I could only watch and be powerless. ”

Han Zhuo listened to Jiang Yang's words, holding his head in both hands, and found in disbelief that her figure was getting fading more and more, and finally only said: "Venerable God, I will wait for you forever." ”

Completely gone.

"Little Xuannu!Jiang Yang!, where are you?" Han Zhuo shouted, but she never appeared again.

Not only did Jiang Yang not appear again, but the surrounding environment also began to fade more and more, and gradually, Han Zhuo's whole person fell into darkness again.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a white cloud in the sky, still emitting silver light, and unexpectedly, lower and lower, closer and closer to himself.

Finally, when it was about to be within reach, suddenly there was a flash of golden light, and the silver light and white clouds seemed to collide with something.

Han Zhuo was blind, scratching everywhere, and finally another voice sounded in his ears, it was a woman's voice, constantly calling out to himself: "Han Zhuo, Han Zhuo, wake up." ”

Gradually, Han Zhuo's consciousness finally began to wake up, his whole body was like an ice cellar, his forehead oozed a big cold sweat, the first thought crossed his mind, and then he blurted out and responded loudly: "Lu Qiujing, is that you?"

Lu Qiu Jing in mid-air was already close to running out of oil, and the silver light of her body was already dim as dusk at this time, I don't know how long she had been holding on.

Han Zhuo finally returned to reality, his eyes were able to see again, looking at the circle of light around him that rotated left and right, enveloping himself.

Yu Chenglong's underground secret base, that combat command room, the eight Western Sect saints were not sucked away by Han Zhuo's dark whirlpool, and they were still standing in the corner of the wall unharmed, with words in their mouths, which were exactly what Han Zhuo said before.

"It's a sleepy trick. Han Zhuo let out a deep roar.

The Holy Word Mantra is a colloquial language that can only be cast by the Western Sect when cultivating to the realm of a prophet, containing nine different spells, and the Mind Sleepiness Technique is one of them, although the power is not as good as the other eight, but it is designed to confuse people's minds and consume the opponent's primordial spirit.

Of course, Han Zhuo's cultivation level can't be compared with the Western Sect Prophet, although he doesn't understand how the Western Sect's cultivation is so far ahead, he is obviously a saint, how can he become a prophet again, and there are eight at once?

Han Zhuo couldn't figure it out, but this mind-shackling technique was proper and right.

Fortunately, it can be seen with the naked eye that the eight saints are also on the verge of exhaustion, and although they stand in place unharmed, they are not as steady as they were at the beginning.

Han Zhuo couldn't see their expressions, and saw that a few of them had begun to stagger, and they looked unsteady on their feet.

"Hmph, they are saint cultivators, I don't know what evil methods they used to possess the prophet, such a low cultivation, with such a high spell, now they are starting to be counterattacked. ”

Han Zhuo looked at Lu Qiu Jing in mid-air again, he was also shaky, and shouted anxiously: "You hurry up and go out first." ”

It's a pity that Lu Qiu Jing couldn't hear what Han Zhuo was saying clearly at this time, after she saw that Han Zhuo was trapped, she still couldn't attack the eight saints, so she was so anxious that she had no choice but to carry the twelve-heavy Xuan Ming Gang Qi and rush into the light mask over and over again.

The silver light flashed left and right, but it couldn't break through this heavy aperture, but it also consumed his own cultivation.

Han Zhuo didn't have time to think about it anymore, since he had already returned, it seemed that this sleepy technique was useless, and he used a lot of strength, and his two arms struggled hard, and the aperture "banged" and shattered.

The eight saints were immediately shaken, and they all began to vomit blood "wow", and there were layers of ripples in the small air, and the eight saints also returned to the real space.

Han Zhuo was furious, raised his hand and shook it in the air, tearing these saints to pieces.

I didn't dare to delay for a second, picked up Lu Qiu Jing in mid-air and rushed straight up, straight up and down the entire secret base, smashing more than a dozen holes, the underground building structure could not withstand such a toss, and soon collapsed and collapsed into the depths.

When Han Zhuo rushed out of the sand, a huge sand vortex appeared on the spot, swallowing Yu Chenglong's secret base entirely, and buried it deep under the yellow sand forever.

Han Zhuo hugged Lu Qiu Jing and returned to Kunlun Mountain at the fastest speed, volleying empty steps, one step was dozens of miles, and soon he saw the towering snow-capped mountains of Kunlun.

From the moment he entered Kunlun, there was also a silver light shooting towards him directly opposite Han Zhuo, Han Zhuo had already used his magic sense to probe, and when the silver light flew in front of him, he shouted, "Here." ”

The silver light paused in midair, revealing a person the size of a thumb, who was none other than the Ice Spirit.

"Let's go back to the Purple Ice Cave first. Han Zhuo whispered, did not stop, and continued to fly south, followed by the Ice Spirit, followed by a long silver line.

Soon arrived at the Frozen Spring, Han Zhuo went down to the cave and put Lu Qiu Jing next to Zi Bing, Bing Luo hurriedly came over to check her injuries, while complaining: "Don't you take me, look, make it like this." ”