A golden sun hung high in the transparent and clear sky, rendering the whole world a golden yellow, shining like a golden world. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Below, a large green lake with a radius of tens of thousands of acres, the emerald green and transparent lake water gently rippled in circles under the golden light, exuding extremely psychedelic light and shadow.

Through the lake, you can see the dense layers of leaves and branches below, as well as those fist-sized lakes and snow-capped mountains, scattered on the vast field, a beautiful mess.

Yang Ling felt that he had read more than ten years of books in the stomach of a dog, and he could only use the word "mess" to describe it, and any other word was not enough to describe his feelings at this time.

There is a small island with a radius of 100 acres in the center of the lake, in the center of the island, there is a small tree that is green like jade, about more than ten meters high, the branches are natural and stretched, the jade-like leaves gently sway with the ripples of the lake, each leaf exudes a different charm under the golden light.

Next to the small tree, there is a nice wooden house.

The wooden house is not big, about 30 square meters, surrounded by all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, colorful and beautiful...... Mess.

A two-meter-long green dragon and a snow-white beast play among the flowers and plants.

The flying dragon carried Yang Ling and landed lightly in front of the wooden house, and then retracted his wings and shook his body, Yang Ling didn't grasp it steadily, and his feet slipped and he fell down.

Yang Ling got up with a disgraced face and was about to talk to Feilong about ideals and reasoning.

"Squeak~"

The door to the cabin was gently pushed open, revealing a flawless white hand, and then a woman slowly walked out of the room.

Curly purple hair, wearing a delicate silver moon crown on his head, a little colorful gemstone on his eyebrows, smooth and flawless skin, delicate and beautiful facial features, wearing a snow-white floor-sweeping dress, holding an emerald green branch, and a few drops of verdant dew hanging on the branches, under the golden light, exuding a charming dreamy color.

And at the moment when this woman appeared, Yang Ling suddenly felt like he had been struck by thunder, and looked at this stunning woman who walked towards him with a faint smile on her face.

The woman was beautiful and had a myriad of manners, slowly walked in front of Yang Ling, stretched out a white jade flawless hand and gently stroked his cheeks, and gently helped him pick off a few blades of grass on his head, and then looked at him blankly with a pair of extremely clear, like a spring for hundreds of millions of years.

"I've finally waited for you!" A clear, as if it came from nine heavens away, fell into Yang Ling's ears.

"Spirit...... Lingchuxin~"

Yang Ling's mouth squirmed a few times and he spit out a name with difficulty, and the appearance of this woman completely shattered all the thoughts in his heart.

How could it be? Isn't Ling Chuxin dead? Isn't she still lying in the coffin of Lingxiao Palace?

Yang Ling raised his hand, ready to stuff it into his mouth and bite it.

Looking at Yang Ling's movements, the woman's eyes suddenly flowed with agility as if she were a thousand years of clear spring, her eyes showed endless tenderness, and she gently took his hand, "Come in with me and have a look, our daughter was born!"

"What!?" Yang Ling's body trembled, and he looked at the woman in extreme horror.

"She's beautiful, you'll definitely like her!" The woman didn't stop, pulling Yang Ling and continuing to walk.

Under the pull of the woman, Yang Ling staggered and was pulled into the wooden house like a puppet.

The furnishings inside the chalet are very simple.

Two rattan chairs, a wooden table, a bookshelf, and a rattan cradle.

Two small fox-looking animals, one gold and one silver, were lying on either side of the cradle, each looking inside with amazed eyes.

"She looks very much like you! You touch, she's your daughter!" The woman looked at the cradle gently, and took Yang Ling's hand and stretched it out into the cradle.

A little girl with purple hair, only eight or nine months in size, covered with a soft leaf, like a small quilt, with a red face and long eyelashes, and sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.

As Yang Ling's hand was put in, the leaves covering the baby's body automatically curled, and then retracted into the rattan of the cradle, with white and tender little arms and legs, wearing a small belly pocket, and a green leaf pendant around his neck.

"This ...... This is my daughter?" Yang Ling felt that he must have done too much of a bastard, and he wanted to cry.

I can't fight with this woman, she has been dead since I met, I am absolutely innocent with her, how could I give birth to a daughter, and she is so young...... So beautiful.

Don't...... Could it be that he once did something angry and resentful to the woman in the coffin in Lingxiao Palace?

"Wow~~"

In his mind, two villains jumped out at the same time, covering their eyes and spitting at each other.

No way...... When pigs fly!

Lao Tzu must be dreaming, right...... Dreaming, no, Lao Tzu has to wake up, wake up from dreaming!

Yang Ling looked left and right, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks or anything else, as long as he could self-harm.

"She was born on the night of the full moon and has the blessing of the Spirit of the Silver Moon in her body, and is destined to become the greatest queen of the elves in the future. The woman still looked at the baby gently, and Yang Ling's hand finally touched the baby's cheek.

But almost at the moment of touch, Yang Ling's face suddenly changed.

A thick death qi emanated from the little girl's body, pouring into his body like a violent wave, quickly invading every cell in the body, and the internal organs quickly rotted and withered, and then all this dead air poured into the sea of gods, squeezing towards the primordial gods.

"Boom~~"

A cloud of green light exploded in the sea of gods, and the rich breath of life burst out, completely blocking this dead qi, and Yang Ling's body trembled wildly, everything in front of him shattered and collapsed like glass, and the cradle, baby, and woman all fell into endless darkness together.

"Huhu~~~"

Yang Ling opened his mouth and gasped for breath, and opened his eyes in horror, only to realize that he had just had a dream, a dream that was so real and long.

When he sat up, he found that he was holding a leaf that had long since withered and broken, and he was already drenched in sweat, as if he had been soaked in water.

There was only a dilapidated wooden house and a withered tree with only a trunk left.

Yang Ling wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and the power of his divine soul was released, and suddenly a huge dead tree appeared in his divine thoughts.

And where he was, the island below him was suspended above the dead trees out of thin air.