After the war, Ling Xuanluo led the rest of his troops back to Xuanyuan Mountain to resume his life, but he fell off the horse because he couldn't bear the inner torture. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he woke up again, not only did he not fall to his death, but he was lying in a comfortable cloud bed like a child, and his heart was full of longing - he would die in a carefree paradise.

His brain was out of control, and although he could barely remember the events of the past, he couldn't remember any of the people in them.

He looked down at the mortal dust, saw the wolf smoke under the clouds, and the flames of war were flying, but he didn't feel half a sense of responsibility, and he was glad that he could stay out of the matter, and laughed contentedly, "People will die in battle, and for those who die in battle, what is the meaning of who wins and who loses in the end? It seems that they are not as realistic as my Lingxuanluo, not as smart as me, and know how to think about themselves." That's it, I might as well return this great task to them, and from now on I will not disturb each other with them in the Chu River and Han realms!"

He was not moved by the suffering of ordinary people, and shook his legs with ease, with a relaxed face.

Suddenly, he shouted two words, "They?"

At this moment, he turned over again, put his hands on the back of his head, and asked himself: "Who are these 'them'?" Why do I think about the past, the faces of those people become blurred, and only the backs sway in front ......of my eyes?

His carefree heartstrings were touched, and he had just made up his mind to forget the hustle and bustle of the red dust, so he contradictory to search for those figures in his memory, so he inexplicably felt an invisible force pulling him outward from the mood of escapism.

In his mind, there was a tug-of-war suddenly, there were two forces competing for him, and the figure was not clear to see, but it made him fall into a severe headache, and he couldn't sit still in pain, and began to roll on the cloud bed, and he had to roll down from time to time, which was simply dangerous.

He was at a loss for this sudden chaos, but a sweet female voice sounded in his ears, "Xuanluo, don't move! I finally caught you and led you to my phantom cloud world, if you fall back from the bed, I will give up all my efforts." ”

"Phantom Cloud World?" Ling Xuanluo was stunned for a moment and stopped. With this distraction, he no longer forced himself to remember those people, so the comfortable and quiet feeling returned, and his head did not hurt again.

The sweet voice comforted him: "You lie down a little longer, my heaven in the world of phantom clouds is almost here." Do you see the gate of heaven in front of you, woven by the clouds and shining brightly? Through it, all your past will be completely forgotten, and you will no longer feel a headache. Because you are no longer a Lingxuanluo, but a born-again baby. You will be reborn in heaven and will be comfortable for the rest of your life, and you will not be swept up in such a terrible bloody storm as this life. What you enter will be a boundless blissful realm of the blessed sea!"

"Bliss?"

These words were so familiar, not only did they not comfort him, but also set off a storm in his heart. He had a strong feeling that he had been to such a sacred place before, but it was definitely not the place that the woman had mentioned.

The woman's voice was soft and slow, lingering in his ears, so beautiful that he couldn't resist.

His desire to fight, however strong, compelled him to put his attempts aside, and he leaned on a pillow that swung like a white mist, looking for someone to speak.

Lying alone like this, no matter how comfortable it is, he can no longer be satisfied. The woman's voice was so sweet, he looked forward to finding her, seeing her beauty, letting him shake the jade hand lightly, and go to her paradise together.