He got up and put on a coat directly, and the sound of Ah Another's sleeping breathing soundly came from outside.

There was a glimmer of light in his dark eyes, and if there was any movement, Ah Yan would have noticed it.

Thinking so, he closed his eyes, and his mind turned, thinking about Qiao Jin's direction.

He couldn't think directly about Qiao Jin, so he couldn't tell her direction at all.

He could be in another way.

About a minute later, Song Yanqing's face turned pale for a moment, and in the next second, the space around him was distorted, and when he opened his eyes, a cold wind hit him, which made people shiver from the cold.

He coughed heavily.

It was surrounded by a dense forest, but there was a waterfall in front of him.

There was a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the bright moon was a little cold, reflecting Song Yanqing's pale face as white as snow at the moment.

He clenched his fists, hid the corners of his mouth and coughed heavily.

I felt that the energy in my body was constantly draining, and I was a little dizzy.

It's not that his body is too weak, but that he teleported directly from the imperial capital to here, using the ability of the Spirit Master, and his current strength can't reach such a large distance of spatial teleportation, so his body is a little unbearable.

But he came anyway.

Because he heard Qiao Jin calling him.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, he suddenly remembered the scene in his dream.

He frowned, wondering if Qiao Jin had encountered some problems.

***

The surroundings were quiet, and Qiao Jin had already finished reading the simple murals along the stone wall.

It seems to tell a scene of sacrifice, but unfortunately except for the man, the rest of the pictures do not express much meaning.

The only difference is that Qiao Jin feels that this mural and formation are all from 10,000 years ago, and the so-called 4,000-year-old ancient formation mage has not appeared any trace.

Could it be that they surveyed wrong?

She stared at the mural for a long time, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The tall figure still shimmered with a ghostly light, not like the mural itself.

She stretched out her hand to pick at it, the stone wall that looked hard seemed to have been scratched a long time ago, Qiao Jin's hand touched it, and she felt some marks, and as soon as her fingertips hung, a piece of gravel fell.

Then, a small blue stone fell out of it.

It's a small blue stone, very ordinary, with a little bit of ghostly light, but not the texture of a gemstone.

The moment she held the stone, the deep and cold voice sounded in her ears again: "Do you like it? ”

She glanced around, making sure she had heard correctly.

That was indeed Song Yanqing's voice.

But she also knew that it was impossible for Song Yanqing to appear here, and she had never given her something like this.

She thought of her lost memory, and her pupils suddenly became a little deeper.

What she forgot, is it related to Song Yanqing?

But isn't Song Yanqing a person from modern society? How can she have a connection with her 10,000 years ago?

Looking at the back with heavy eyes, Qiao Jin found that she still couldn't remember anything, and the only thing she could remember was that this voice was too familiar to her.

It's Song Yanqing's voice, and he seems to be by her side all the time.

Rarely, she frowned, realizing that her lost memories might be more important than she thought.

She didn't feel the danger, she only saw a fog, and this fog was related to Song Yanqing.