Listening to Lan Lingruo's answer, Shen Qiancheng raised his eyebrows slightly, it seems that Hua Langying came here yesterday to see the woman in front of him, as for what, Shen Qiancheng raised his eyebrows slightly, probably for the real purpose of this trip to Loulan. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Then Shen Qiancheng approached Lan Lingruo quietly and continued to ask, "Who are you?" ”

Lan Lingruo raised the corners of her eyes slightly when she heard this, her blue hair fluttered slightly in the cold wind, and then Shen Qiancheng saw her lightly covering her lips and smiled, "I'm not human." ”

As soon as Lan Lingruo's words fell, Shen Qiancheng's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart tightened, his blue eyes and blue hair did not look like a human, but Shen Qiancheng was a standard science student, so she naturally would not believe these ghosts and gods.

So at that moment, she hooked her lips slightly, looked at Lan Lingruo for a long time, and said softly, "I've been bored to look through the history of Manchester City these days, and I can't help but see the legend of the goddess on the snowy mountain, living in this snowy mountain, with blue eyes and blue hair that are different from ordinary people, could it be that you are the goddess?" ”

Lan Lingruo hooked her lips slightly when she heard this, but did not answer.

When Shen Qiancheng saw it, a hint of understanding flashed in his amber eyes, and he said slowly, "Legend has it that the goddess of Loulan lives on the top of the snow-capped mountain, protecting the safety of thousands of people in Manchester City, she has stood in the coldest snow-capped mountains all her life, staring at the changes of the stars in the land of Manchester City, looking at the people of Manchester City with broad and fearless eyes, bringing sunshine and warmth to Manchester City, and fighting for the hope of survival for her people." ”

Listening to Shen Qiancheng's elegant voice slowly clarifying his identity, Lan Lingruo's pink lips rose slightly, a gentle smile appeared on her fair face, and she said softly, "The girl is very smart, I can't imagine that she will believe these rumors?" ”

Shen Qiancheng tilted his head slightly when he heard this, as if he was deaf to Lan Lingruo's jokes, and continued, "Naturally, I won't believe in those legends, but I still believe in the fact that there is a Loulan goddess in this world, after all, she is right in front of me." ”

Lan Lingruo was slightly stunned, and then smiled, "What does the girl want to say?" ”

Shen Qiancheng put away his gentle face, looked at Lan Lingruo with a pair of amber eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "What did Hua Rongying do here yesterday?" ”

Lan Lingruo was stunned, a touch of helplessness appeared on her fair face, as if she had compromised, she raised her blue eyes and stared at Shen Qiancheng seriously, and said softly.

"Guyan, I won't sell it to you anymore, if you want to know anything, I'll tell you, in addition to the things about Hua Rongying, there is one thing you have to promise me afterwards."

Shen Qiancheng glanced at Lan Lingruo with a strange expression and nodded lightly.

"Who am I? I mean, apart from Shen Qiancheng, apart from the palace master of Dinghan Palace, who else am I? Shen Qiancheng raised his eyebrows and asked.

This is what she has always wanted to know, what kind of identity does she have, why she has entanglements with Dinghan Palace, with Loulan, and even with the Bon religion, which is known as the "Black Sect".

Hearing this, Lan Lingruo glanced up at Shen Qiancheng slightly, and immediately quickly moved his gaze away, and the ethereal voice seemed to come from ancient times.

"You are Lone Yan, the palace master of Dinghan Palace, and the daughter of the Wizard of Miaoxiwen, with an innate technique of rejuvenating the face and powerful spiritual power."

Speaking of this, Lan Lingruo couldn't help but glance at Shen Qiancheng's face, and was slightly relieved to see that she didn't look unusual, after all, this kind of identity is not something that anyone can easily accept.

However, Shen Qiancheng looked at Lan Lingruo with an unchanged face, and said in a deep voice, "Go on." ”

"Can Lonely Smoke Know the Art of Rejuvenation of Beauty?" Lan Lingruo asked softly.

Shen Qiancheng frowned lightly and shook his head slowly.

"The art of rejuvenation has always been regarded as witchcraft, even witchcraft, because it can make women stay young forever, even immortal."

After a pause, Lan Lingruo continued, "But this secret method has a drawback, that is, once the heir of the Miao Xiwen clan falls in love with a man in the world, the spiritual power will become weaker, and the technique of rejuvenating the face will gradually lose its effect, and the heir will slowly grow old like an ordinary woman, or even die. ”

Shen Qiancheng frowned slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "You mean that this rejuvenation technique will be inherited?" My mother passed on her spiritual powers to me? ”

Although she couldn't understand Shen Qiancheng's words, this didn't prevent Lan Lingruo from understanding what Shen Qiancheng meant, so she nodded lightly.

continued, "That's right, your mother, that is, Feng Feiwu, the person who single-handedly founded Dinghan Palace, gave up the most precious face of a woman because she fell in love with your father. ”

Shen Qiancheng was shocked, is there still such a fantasy technique in this world?

Lan Lingruo raised his eyes to look at the dark clouds in the sky, and sighed softly, "In fact, in this world, everything can be liberated, but love can't, so the Miao Xiwen clan will decline more and more, and the spiritual power will become less and less." ”

"What?" Shen Qiancheng couldn't help but ask.

"The spiritual power of heaven and earth is the purest, and even if it can be inherited, it can only be inherited partially, which is why you have not been able to use the spiritual power in your body for so long."

Lan Lingruo saw Shen Qiancheng's frowns, she nodded slightly, and let out a helpless sigh faintly.

Just when Shen Qiancheng wanted to ask about this matter, Lan Lingruo suddenly looked at her, and a pair of blue eyes shone brightly.

As she walked towards the top of the snowy mountain, she turned around and extended an invitation to Shen Qiancheng.

"Guyan, when you came here three years ago, I didn't take you to enjoy the beautiful scenery of this snowy mountain, and I have to make up for what I said this time."

Shen Qiancheng didn't know what Lan Lingruo was selling, but she still followed Lan Lingruo to the snow peak in silence.

Standing on the top of the snow-capped mountain, looking down on the quiet city of Manchester City, Shen Qiancheng and Lan Lingruo did not speak in tacit understanding, because this place is too sacred, their existence is already a disturbance, how can they still disturb the silence of this mountain forest?

A purple and blue figure stood silently on the top of the mountain, Mo Qing's gloomy gaze followed them silently, and his cold face showed a touch of gentleness.

Nanjia's century-old shaking fan is still tightly pinned to his waist, the purple cloak is flying in the wind, and the beautiful female face under the ink hair is looming.

"Qingjue, really don't change your mind?" Nan Jia stretched out his cloak, habitually touched his chin, and asked Mo Qingjue softly.

Mo Qingjue's cold handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a trace of struggle flashed in his deep pupils, then he took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.

When I opened my black eyes again, there was no other emotion in my eyes, and a cold voice came unhurriedly, "What about change, what if you don't change?" Shen Duyun's future cannot be changed by anyone, except herself. ”

Nan Jia was slightly stunned, and then pulled the corners of his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

If Shen Qiancheng was no different in Mo Qingjue's heart, then how could he can't help but take her into his arms on the Shangyuan Festival, how could he be merciful to her alone? (To be continued.) )