Two days have passed, and Xun has not seen any action, just staying in the illusion mirror, looking at the book he has not finished. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info As usual, when he has nothing to do, he will always keep his book in his hand and swim alone in his own world. There was not the slightest sense of urgency, as if no one had ever come to the door, and the fox man was just his delusion.

Over time, I learned about his character, and I didn't have the same impulse as before that "the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry", so as not to be tricked again. I had to transform into the form of a cat, lying at the feet of nothing, and dozing off leisurely.

He was so tired that for the three days he didn't leave, he kept his human form in the shop, and he didn't slack off at all, even though he was able to keep his human form longer than before. But three days was never used for so long to restore the original god, and he just held on to his soul qi, trying not to let himself disappear and return to the cat body again.

Now he is seriously injured, and can only rely on dormancy to recuperate. Another important point is that when he returned to the store unscathed, he was relieved, and the pressure of the moment was dissipated, and he was tired after being relaxed.

Wu actually didn't put his eyes on the book in his hand, he knew all the concerns of Xun, so he could only secretly use the soul incense, watching him comfortably enter the dream he had set up, with a little soft relief in his eyes, and when he finally let go of everything and nourished his soul with peace of mind.

Wu put down the book in his hand, and with a slight wave, the book seemed to grow eyes on its own, and returned to its original position in an orderly manner, standing tightly there.

Then, he got up slowly, walked with gentle steps, squatted down, gently stroked the sleeping white cat, brushed away the tiredness for him, the cat seemed to feel his caressing, closed his eyes and rubbed the comfortable hand coquettishly, and fell into a beautiful dream again.

"Thank you, search. There was a hint of warmth in his cold tone, and tenderness in his deep eyes, "Next, you may work harder, but I will always be by your side." Sleep well!"

Without finishing speaking, the cat seemed to have heard it, and the corners of its mouth were slightly curved, and it seemed that it had achieved a good dream. Without a smile, he got up and walked to the silver dragon behind him.

The pale hand gently brushed the cracked trunk, his eyes changed a little heavy, and he caressed the dry bark slowly, one by one, as if he thought of some bad memories, and his eyes flashed with complex sadness.

After a moment of silence, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was already clear, and he had finally made up his mind.

With his hands folded, the brown pupils under the round mirror turned into pitch-black and deep black in the blink of an eye, and the abyss penetrated into the bones. His aura was running, and his luck reached the palm of his hand, and his hand slowly opened, and the light blue light gathered more and more. The light was soft, clear, and very clean. With a flip of the wrist, the blue light melted into the silver dragon's torso little by little.

Immediately, the thousand-year-old banyan tree began to shake, and after a violent shock, a hole appeared in its body that glowed with the same faint blue light.

Even this resounding sound in the room did not wake Xun, who had fallen into a deep sleep, and he was seen nestled peacefully on a fur blanket.

He glanced at the entrance of the cave without a faint light, took off the round mirror on the bridge of his nose, gently put it between his sleeves, and entered the cave with steady steps, his body was swallowed by the whirlpool little by little, until the hem of his clothes was all melted into the basket light, and the hole on the silver dragon's body slowly closed, leaving no trace.

The phantom was quiet again, and if you looked closely, you could see that the branches above the eaves were even denser.

Inside the cave, there is a vast expanse, and only a big tree stands in the center. All around, the powder silk is scattered, scattered and scattered, and the height is staggered from everywhere to the middle of the tree, which is dazzling, like a huge yarn shop, you have to pick up pieces of yarn and silk, in order to see what the entity of the tree is!

Without strolling, the clouds walked lightly through the gauze and silk, and there was darkness behind him, and there was a little light on the silk, these lights seemed to have spirituality, at first it was a little bit, and finally they all gathered on the side of Wu, lined up into a path of light, and spiritually illuminated the direction for him.

He stopped, smiled and stretched out his right hand to signal, and the pink glow instantly ran to his hand and obediently stopped on it.

Looking closer, it turned out that what he had in his hand was not a simple light born with aura, but a kind of insect similar to a firefly, small in size with transparent wings, and this light was emitted from its wings.

The name of this insect is "Ying", and it is a kind of soul messenger, but its form is similar to that of a firefly, as small as a small night light, but its wings are extremely slender. What kind of plant you follow, what kind of light it emits.

Here, they rely on the thousand-year-old cherry tree in the center, and they absorb the essence of cherry blossoms, and after a long time, their bodies are glowing pink.

The path of light they lead out is the safest road to the thousand-year-old cherry tree, although you can see the thousand-year-old cherry tree at a glance, in fact, people with superior spiritual power know that the thousand-year-old cherry tree is surrounded by enchantments, like a maze, only entering and not leaving, and it is difficult for ordinary people to break into here.

And here, it is the space that I don't even know about the search, it is the space created by the first day of the East Crow, the thousand-year-old cherry tree has his one-percent soul, if the silver dragon of the illusion mirror is the pillar that supports the entire East Crow, then this thousand-year-old cherry tree is the soul of the East Crow, holding the life and death of the entire East Crow.

The branches of her tree are connected to the branches of the silver dragon, and the two live and die together, and both are indispensable.

Relying on the guidance of these little things, he walked slowly, stopped for a moment, and walked calmly to the bottom of the tree, looking at the thick trunk with a lot of thoughts.

He raised his eyes and looked at a place in the tree, where the silk gathered, and when he looked up from below, he could only see a black figure on the top, and a corner of the white dress hanging down.

Then, with a slight leap, the hem of his gray coat fluttered, and he came to the tree, and stood firmly on the trunk, looking motionless ahead, and walked to the place where the powder silk gathered, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

There was a familiar face, and I saw her, a woman in the cherry blossom tree, lying quietly in the center of the "nest" made of silk, and the ends of her black hair scattered mischievously on her cheeks, and even so, she slept there motionless and comfortably.

Involuntarily approached her, attached to her, slowly squatted down on one knee, stretched out his slender hand, and gently stroked those naughty hair to the side, with a deep smile in his dark eyes, and a bright smile on the corner of his mouth.