"Let's go!"

These were the last words Han Li said to Liu Ruyin and Lu Wan'er, and then he turned his head and gradually disappeared into the tears of the two like a proud vulture.

"Wan'er, let's go!"

Liu Ruyin said so, maybe only in this way could she convince herself to return to the Valley of the Immortals with Lu Wan'er. Han Li was like a skinner, revealing all of Lu Wan'er's secrets in front of his eyes without mercy. Lu Wan'er is not reluctant, she just feels that what happened just now is just a dream, as long as she is a little bit footed, the nightmare will be gone, and she can live carefree. Han Li is still the good second brother, and the younger brother was not killed by her, she is still the kind and cute, occasionally sprinkling some petite naïve girls, but unfortunately, these are all true, and what she thinks above is just a sweet dream.

Dreams are dreams after all, and there will always be a day to wake up. If the sky is cloudy and rainy, there will be times when the clouds will be cleared.

At the beginning of the rain, the clear mist is like washing. The sad weather has passed, but the bad luck doesn't seem to have left this desperate land.

The Valley of the Immortals was empty, or rather angry. There was no one on the ground, and there was no blood, but the place where it was supposed to be was was all gone, like the world evaporating, leaving no trace. People, food, quilts, mattresses, and even pen, ink, paper, and inkstones on the desk were all taken away, and the only thing left to wait for Lu Wan'er was the huge painting hanging on the main hall.

At this moment, Lu Wan'er was also desperate, exactly the same as Han Li.

He sat on the same steps as he had been a child, with his hands on his cheeks and his eyes fixed on the outside of the door. That's how he waited for his father to come back. At that time, he was not allowed to leave the place, she did not even have a chance to admire the beautiful rivers and mountains nearby, and only two women over fifty years old relieved him of his boredom on weekdays. But the fifty-year-old woman could do nothing more than teach him some embroidery and the like, and she still knew nothing about the world of flowers outside the door. At that time, her brother had not yet "died of illness", and she often envied him for being able to enter and leave the house freely without being hindered by her father. Over time, this simple envy turned into another kind of emotion, and subtly added dark elements and became jealousy. Women are jealous animals, not to mention being shrouded in jealousy all year round, but they can't get the slightest catharsis. And the most unbearable thing for Lu Wan'er is that the younger brother, whom he has been taking care of, has gradually deliberately alienated her. Finally, one day, she found him, but she was just trying to figure out what was going on.

"Dad told me to stay away from you, sister, they said you were dangerous, and wouldn't let me get near you. ”

The younger brother thought that after saying this, he would be able to leave in peace. But he never imagined, nor did he know, that a woman tempered by the poison of jealousy was more terrible than any bird or beast in the world. However, by the time he realized this, it was too late. Lu Wan'er just wanted to keep her younger brother, but he forgot that he still had a bamboo sword in his hand. It was her playmate today, but unfortunately it had become a murder weapon. Although the bamboo sword is blunt, it can't withstand the arms of jealousy and fierce beasts, the younger brother has become a dead brother, and Lu Wan'er has become an out-and-out murderer. After that, he felt that his eyes were dark, and he couldn't remember anything.

After waking up, Lu Wan'er was told that her father had sent someone to send her seriously injured brother to the countryside to recuperate, he thought that his mistake had not been a big mistake, and his father Lu Zheng really didn't mean to blame him. Everything was so natural, so natural that even Lu Wan'er thought she was scaring herself. On several occasions, she tentatively asked her father when his brother would return. But every time this happens, the other party will scold him to go back and continue to do the gong, and say that in case she hurts her brother again, she must wait until she is enough to control her emotions before she can take him back. So, Lu Wan'er waited, and the wait was seven years. Now, the dream that Lu Zheng created for her finally woke up, her younger brother not only died, but was also eaten by Lu Wan'er as a delicacy little by little, which has to be said to be an extremely terrifying act, even Liu Ruyin couldn't help but tremble when she heard this outrageous thing, and her liver and gallbladder almost condensed. But in her opinion, the other party is just a fifteen or eighteen-year-old child, and he is really associated with the devil who kills people without blinking an eye and feeds on people.

Lu Wan'er was still looking out of the door, she thought that her father would come as quickly as he used to, while scolding herself to go back to the room as soon as possible. But now, even the person who urged her to do things she didn't like was gone. She wasn't very sad, she didn't care about it, because even if there was something sad, as long as someone was willing to share, the degree of sadness would be greatly reduced. However, now she has no other person to talk to and rely on except for a sister with a different surname. The good spring color actually entered the early autumn time in an instant, and the east wind suddenly rose, blowing Lu Wan'er's hair and blowing his heart turbulently.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Liu Ruyin looked at the poor child in front of her, showed a knowing smile, and said warmly in a tone that could melt any glacial barrier in the world: "Silly girl, what am I afraid of you doing, can you still eat me?"

As soon as the words came out, Liu Ruyin realized that she had said the wrong thing, Lu Wan'er had indeed done that, and even her younger brother did not let go. What's wrong with eating him a Liu Ruyin, even if you add another Sun Changkong and another Emperor Sha, it will no longer be a problem.

Lu Wan'er forced a smile, because only if she thought it was a joke, it was really a joke.

"Sister, you are a good person. But I'm really too dangerous now, and I don't want to trouble you, let alone attack you at any time. For my sake, and even for you'...... you should go! I can take care of myself, even if I don't have a father, a father, and a group of people who revolve around me all day long, I can ."

Many times, actions are more effective and powerful than words. That's what Liu Ruyin did.

She reached out and picked up Lu Wan'er's red jade hands, and elegantly spat out two mouthfuls of white gas on them. Qi Ruo Youlan may not exist, but Liu Ruyin really seems to have some kind of indescribable charm in her body, which can dissipate all the negative emotions in the world and turn into birds.

Lu Wan'er cried, she hadn't cried so recklessly for a long time, because once his words and deeds were all under Lu Zheng's control, even if he didn't even allow him to cry happily. Now that she's free, she cries very hard, as if she never cried anymore after this cry. Seeing the beauty in front of her turn into tears little by little, Liu Ruyin couldn't help but clench her hands tighter. She thought that God had taken away her child and was not thin on her, but who would have thought that now God would give her such a big "gift", a kind, innocent, and occasionally willful good girl, in an instant, she felt that she was full, and strange thoughts even appeared in her good mind: It may be a good ending to be able to live with such a girl. It's a pity that the current situation is turbulent and demonic flames are everywhere, if the world is not peaceful, then how can his small family settle down safely?

Liu Ruyin didn't know what had happened in the Immortal Valley during the time they left. But what she could be sure of was that the retreat here was orderly, and hardly a single necessitary of life was left behind, except for the huge painting. But to others, the giant was just a large ornament, and nothing else. However, Liu Ruyin thinks that things are not so simple.

After a long conversation the night before, Liu Ruyin found that Lu Zheng had peeked at the huge picture more than once, as if something was attracting him. And if you can solve the mystery of Lu Zheng's view of the map, maybe the mystery that pervades here can be solved.

"Sister Ruyin, I'm hungry, why don't we get some food!"

What was left in the Immortal Valley, Liu Ruyin naturally knew it. Right now, Lu Wan'er openly shouted for food, which was invisibly equivalent to exerting a kind of pressure on him, because if he couldn't solve this problem as soon as possible, then the danger would turn to him. Because in Lu Wan'er's concept, people can also be used to satisfy hunger. And it is precisely because of this strange logic that Liu Ruyin knows even more about the importance of solving the mystery of the giant painting.

Liu Ruyin stretched out his hand and touched the giant painting, and a vicissitudes of ancient breath immediately entered his body like lightning from the yellowed picture. Normal, yet extraordinary.

He is said to be normal because there is really no mechanism in this painting, not even the surface has been treated, and after so many years, individual parts have quietly faded and lost their former style. It's just that the momentum that has appeared since the fight was formed has not changed at all. A giant tree that is enough to reach the heavens and the earth, isn't that enough to shock people's hearts?

As her gaze moved downward, Liu Ruyin saw the figure on the tree that was so small that it could almost be ignored, but reflected in the painting frame, it was just a dispensable, almost negligible ink stain.

However, if he is removed without permission, the proportions and artistic conception of the whole painting will become strange, and the large white space on the right side makes people very uncomfortable to see, and even the trunk of the giant tree is slightly tilted to the west as if it were about to be planted.

"Wan'er, do you know the origin of this painting?"

Lu Wan'er took a step forward, stretched out her hand and pointed to the inscription under the painting and said: "It's him, this person named Chunyang specially made this painting, and sent him to the Valley of the Immortals thousands of miles away, and was regarded as a room by my father." ”