After returning to the cave, he didn't care about being tired, he felt the keel from Feng Xian'er, held the magic power, exuded divine power, and took a section in each hand, one long and one short, together, whether it was a keel or not, you can see it immediately.

Sure enough, with the injection of divine power, a stream of golden light shot out, illuminating the cave transparently, and the keel broke free from his hand and flew out, with divine power, the blue light flashed, flying in the cave, they had merged into one, and the keel grew an inch longer.

He looked happily at the keel flying everywhere with golden light, there was such a coincidence, how was it eaten by the demon whale, could it be that the owner of the skeleton brought it in?

He looked at it for a while, the keel gradually converged the golden light, flew to Feng Xian'er's side, lay motionless, he touched it, only to find that although he was gray, there was an occasional flash of blue light in the gray.

He shook Feng Xian'er's hand: "Xian'er, I'll help you find a dragon bone fragment again, are you happy, you wake up quickly, so you can try its power." ”

After saying a few words, he stood up and walked to the edge of the bonfire, and then he came to take a closer look at the pendant, a round thing, as if it was a piece of iron, he wiped it vigorously with his sleeve for a while, the symbol on the iron piece he couldn't read, but a samurai in armor still saw clearly, who was he?

He turned the round piece of iron over, and there were some symbols on the back, which he still could not understand, and he played with it for a while, and felt that it was not of much use, so he stopped looking at it, and hung it around his neck, and fell to sleep.

And at this time, in that distant and mysterious place, Wan'er had already been released from prison, but she was not free, but became a subordinate with no status, with a rope with divine power tied to her feet, just like a shackle, as long as she runs, the divine power will burst out, dragging her to the ground fiercely, so she can only walk now, and she doesn't even dare to run a step.

She had three daily tasks, she had to deliver three meals a day for those who were imprisoned in the cell, a large group of mounts for her to take care of and feed, and she had to help Chiyan's sister Princess Chique take care of the children.

Her room was next to the cell area, and whenever she entered the room at night, the guards sealed her door until the next morning.

She endured all this silently, so lonely that she was about to go crazy, she missed Long Wushuang very much in her heart, missed the days when she was free and easy before, and looked forward to one day escaping from here.

Until now she didn't know where she had come, the people here basically didn't talk to him, once they talked to her, it was an order, and the prisoners in those cells were basically silent, even the woman who had given her dry food to eat later stopped paying attention to her, she wanted to send food, she ate, she wanted to talk to her, she didn't say a word, as if she hadn't heard.

In the cell, there were two people gathered together through the fence, one of them was the woman who had given Wan'er dry food, and next door was a man, who whispered: "Sister, why don't you ask her for news?"

The woman: "She doesn't necessarily have news, even if she has news, what if she asks, we can't get out of it ourselves, let alone save him, it's better not to know." ”

The man: "If she dies here, the news will be cut off, don't you want to know about him?"

The woman: "Someone is secretly protecting her, she can't die, so if you don't want to hurt her, talk to her less." ”

Outside the cell, Wan'er dragged the divine power rope around, there were endless things to do, looking extremely pitiful, Chi Yan seemed to be patrolling, but she had been walking around not far away, never out of sight.

Wan'er didn't notice it, but she didn't bother to pay attention to him, and she didn't have time to pay attention to him, these days, except for orders, almost no one talked to her, she was like a dust, in the arrogant eyes of those people, she was ignored, this feeling was extremely uncomfortable.

But there is one exception, that is Chi Yan, he always looks at her with pity, and wants to talk to her, but she has always avoided him, who is he, is the son of the person who captured him and came back, what do he have to say to him, he just wants to ask those inexplicable questions, ask those questions that he doesn't know the answer to at all.

Time flies, Long Wushuang doesn't know what day it is, it actually snows on the island, flying all over the sky, day and night, turning this isolated island into a silver world.

He let out a sigh of white air, endured the cold, walked out of the cave entrance, lit a bonfire in front of Yu'er's grave, and silently accompanied her.

He touched his black beard, which was about three inches long on his chin, and sighed, this day flies so fast, and when it comes to spring, he ...... How old he was, twenty-seven or twenty-eight, he couldn't figure it out himself.

He took out the magic flute from his waist and put it to his mouth, and the sound of the resentful flute sounded as promised, faint and resentful, sad and earnest, with heartache, with sorrow, with some decadence, with some poignant, and with a trace of murderous aura, flying into the sky in the heavy snow.

In the shallow waters near the beach, a beautiful girl sat quietly, who came quietly, listening to his mournful flute and feeling the sadness in his heart.

In the sound of the flute, she also remembered her parents and siblings, who lived happily together, but were eaten by the devil whale, only herself was left in this world, and she was so lonely and sad, she cried, sat quietly and listened quietly on that cold snowy day.

He killed the demon whale and avenged herself, she was so grateful to him, how she wanted to know him, talk to him, laugh with him, even hug him, love him, let two lonely and grieving hearts comfort each other, but she couldn't go, because she had no legs, she was a mermaid, and the female mermaid was often called a mermaid.

She had listened to it since the first time he played the magic flute, and it would come every day, like a date between her and him, but he never knew it.

That time, he found a small demon beast Neidan in the belly of the demon whale, threw it casually, threw it into the seawater, and was eaten by her silently, she was grateful to him, although the demon beast Neidan was small, but it also made her demon power improve a little bit.

How she wished that she had more powerful demonic powers, so strong that she could turn that long tail into legs, so that she could run around the island like him, and she could follow him to see the world on land.

She listened to it like fascinated, in her ears, it was the most beautiful music in the world, as long as she listened to his flute, she was not afraid, not lonely, as if back to the past, the family was happy, the days were happy and simple, carefree.

Although the sound of the flute was so resentful, so desolate, listening to it in her ears and hurting in her heart, she also felt warm while crying, and the whistling north wind was flying with snowflakes, but there was a warm sun hanging in her heart.

She linked her fate with him in the dark, and when the little demon beast Neidan ate it in her mouth, she was full of gratitude to him, and listening to his flute every day has unconsciously become the most important thing in her life.

Since Long Wushuang played the flute for the first time, she has been in this sea area, never far away, always silently accompanying him and waiting for him, she doesn't know why, she only knows that she wants to do this.

Long Wushuang played the flute for a while, sat in front of the grave for a while, got up and returned to the cave, knelt beside Feng Xian'er, still touched her pulse, the beating was still so strong and powerful, but the hands were cold.

He turned around and added a few sticks of dry wood to the bonfire, so that the fire burned stronger, covered her with his clothes, and sat on the edge of the campfire and closed his eyes to practice magic.

After unconsciously cultivating for two hours, he felt that there was no progress, he felt so sleepy, he yawned and stood up, returned to the simple bed, and lay down on the ground in front of the bed to sleep, in the past he had to say a few words to her, but today he was so sleepy that he fell asleep almost as soon as he closed his eyes.