"My father said that the Terrans are the most cunning and insidious race, and they have been doing everything possible to get the source of life of the Purple Gold Flower and destroy the Alien Fire Race, but our Alien Fire Race has a longer history than the Terran Race, and it is not so easy to destroy. The little princess was triumphant.

Nalan Sheng, a young man thousands of years ago, was particularly disgusted with this racial superiority in the Alien Fire Clan.

In the face of such a sense of racial superiority, the human race seems small, weak, and useless, while they are dazzling, arrogant, and do whatever they want.

At that time, only the little princess of the maiden could not understand the crazy hatred in the hearts of human teenagers.

Nalan Sheng suppressed the discomfort in his heart, "Why is it that only the Alien Fire Clan can set foot in the Spirit Realm, and the rest of the races can't enter." ”

"Purple gold. The little princess knew everything, "The spiritual realm gave birth to the purple gold flower, which is the mother of the purple gold flower, and everyone in our alien fire clan is born, and will be blessed by the purple golden flower, and the purple golden flower can detect the bloodline of the alien fire clan in any corner, give us protection, and give us strength." I am the princess of the alien fire clan, and I can hide the aura of your human race, and the purple gold flower can't distinguish you, otherwise you will be thrown out of the country. ”

"I see. Nalan Sheng smiled, "Where is the source of life, I'm curious." ”

"I'll take you!"

The little princess flew up with her wings wrapped around the boy, flying wantonly in the spiritual realm of birds and flowers, Nalan Sheng was wrapped in her arms and smelled the smell of irises on her body.

Nalan Sheng's fingers stroked her fiery red wings, and the little princess laughed, her smile was extremely bright, and soon she came to a cliff, which was a cliff, and under the cliff was a bottomless abyss.

Far out burned a colorful fire, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, in which the fire was intertwined in the depths of the cliff, like a blooming flower, but this place was pregnant with the aura of destroying heaven and earth.

The little princess pointed to the bottom of the cliff, "This is the source of life for the purple gold flower." ”

Nalan Sheng looked at the cliff and closed his eyes in pain, darkness and despair shrouded in his heart, he was too naïve, such a place was a natural barrier, how could it be easily destroyed?

"Princess, aren't you afraid that I will steal the source of life of the purple gold flower and make your alien fire clan exterminate?"

The princess laughed, "I'm never worried. ”

"Why?"

"Because...... You can't do it!"

The little princess is unintentional, she has always been outspoken, and in the ears of the young man with strong self-esteem, there is a kind of sarcasm, sarcasm for his weakness and incompetence.

The little princess said, "Unless the lives of our royal family are in danger, the source of life will not be extinguished." ”

Xiao Cha's dream suddenly turned, and the princess, who was already an adult, stood on the cliff, her fiery red wings seemed to be stained with blood, and in the spiritual realm, a feather arrow roared and went straight to the heart.

The princess turned and saw the person she had in mind, coming in on a white horse, with a golden bow and arrows in her hand, facing her.

Xiaocha was in a cold sweat, "Don't ...... Don't ......"

She was frightened by the nightmare, the remorse and pain of the person in the dream came to her face in a desperate situation, Xiaocha felt her heart like ashes, and begged for death, "Don't!"

Xiaocha woke up suddenly, and the moment Jiang Xiaocha woke up, Sheng Jing left, replaced by Huanhuan.

Huanhuan's little meat paw held her hand, "Sister, what's wrong?"

Jiang Xiaocha was in a cold sweat, soaking through her clothes, this time the dream was particularly long, she had dreamed of these two people for a long time, and it used to be a fragment, a fragment, flashing by, repeating the dream.