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The woman in white looked down at the child in her arms intently, and the song she sang softly spread in the fog and entered Ji Yan's ears, as if it had become a quality thing, sinking into the depths of her soul bit by bit, turning into a big net and enveloping her.

And those things that seemed to have been forgotten for a long time and had no traces, slowly fell into the net, forced to be fished out of the soul memories, and became unforgettable images flashed in her mind.

Ji Yan's soul power had already overflowed automatically, instinctively helping her get out of the illusion, but Ji Yan clenched her fingers and suppressed her soul power recklessly, wanting to have more time to see the woman's face.

As a carrier of awakened soul power, it is impossible to get lost in the illusion, let alone know that this is a trap.

But Hong Ji finds her vulnerability and uses this as a lure to force her to bite the hook tightly.

Although reason warned that he should not continue, his body involuntarily approached the white shadow.

The woman's appearance began to become clear in Ji Yan's eyes, with a delicate and delicate nose, red lips like danko, bright eyes and black hair, beautiful and moving, her facial features were so familiar to her, Ji Yan looked at her, like looking at herself in the mirror.

But even though they look similar, Ji Yan feels that she is not as beautiful as one-ten-thousandth of hers. The depths of the woman's eyes have precipitated too many things that only time can give, and her smile is enough to add color to the world, as if the eternal moon in the sky can only be looked up to.

And the most beautiful thing is the woman's expression of looking down at the child in her arms, such love and gentleness, and the strong love contained in the smile at the corner of her mouth, so that Ji Yan couldn't take her eyes off it at all.

Ji Yan's chest was hot and stuffy, and his eyes were abnormally swollen, as if there was magma flowing in his body, and it was hot and about to burst out.

A shout had already overflowed into his mouth, and he was about to come out, but at this moment, there was a buzz in his mind, the woman and the white mist dispersed, the real world returned, and a bright red sight was close at hand!

Aunt Joan!

She didn't know when she had already stood up and moved in front of Ji Yan, and the needle in her hand for sewing shoes had already been raised, hovering over Ji Yan's eyebrows!

An inch further would have killed her!But Aunt Qiong was frozen by a force, and the joints of her whole body trembled like trembling, unable to move!

The red line on Aunt Qiong's eyelids had filled her entire eyes, and they looked red like a pair of blood-colored mirrors.

Through the mirror, it is a vicious and demonic smile.

Ji Yan was startled, retreated suddenly, and coldly bumped into a human wall, his heart jumped, and then he was lost again.

"Don't look into her eyes, Hongzun is using her eyes to use hexology on you!"

"Master......"

The voice...... It turned out to be Yun Ziqing, he didn't fall into the hands of Hongyi, and came in safely, which is also good news.

Before he had time to rejoice, a dangerous signal suddenly exploded in his heart, and Yun Ziqing also noticed it, and instantly grabbed Ji Yan and dodged to the side!

Whoosh——!

A dazzling green arrow of light pierced through the afterimage of the two of them and stabbed straight into Aunt Qiong's heart!

Accurate and ruthless, one arrow pierces the heart!

Aunt Qiong's eyes shrank, and the red light in her eyes dissipated in an instant, and she fell to the ground with a bang, losing her breath.

Dodging the sneak attack, he locked his eyes on the direction where the green arrow was fired, but the place was empty, and there was no one at all.

Ji Yan didn't see the sneak attacker, his eyes subconsciously turned to Aunt Qiong, and when he saw the thing that pierced Aunt Qiong's body, his face turned bloody!

That lump of green was not a green arrow at all, but the one she was most familiar with...... Green Ivy ......

And judging from the direction from which Qingteng shot, the other party was not aiming at Aunt Qiong, nor Yun Ziqing, but her vest......

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