"There are no women's clothes left, and you will be done."

Suddenly his voice came from behind her, and she immediately turned back, just about to say something polite. Unexpectedly, when the four eyes met again, she was speechless. What appeared in front of him was his cold and heart-warming tired face, and his sad eyes half-covered under his long wet hair, but the corners of his slightly upturned mouth remained cold. A long silky black nightgown clings to his body, revealing the scars on his chest. The empty sleeve of the right shoulder moved lightly with the evening breeze, which was even more dazzling......

A faint fragrance wafted into her nose, and she didn't dare to look at it again, so she hurriedly took a piece of clothing from his hand and walked towards the delicate sliding door behind him. As expected, behind the door is a luxurious bath. The water is clear blue and warm. With the door locked, she jumped into the pool without hesitation and buried her head deeply. It was she who needed to think calmly, even though her mind was empty at this point!

The vicissitudes of the strong are irresistible temptations, hidden colorless and odorless toxins, which spread unconsciously, and can capture a happy death without much effort! And she is the object of death......

Nameless, I must have owed you in my previous life!

She lamented in her heart.

Past?

It is said that the common people can be reincarnated, but before reincarnation, they must drink that bowl of forgetful soup to be reborn!

"Don't you want to drink?"

In a trance, she seemed to hear an old woman's voice, and a bowl of translucent "water" appeared in front of her, but it didn't look like water. Suddenly looking up, she saw a face full of wrinkles, as if she had seen it somewhere.

"Mother-in-law?" She hesitated, "Do you want to kill insects in your backyard?" ”

Looking closely, the countless black objects floating in that bowl of soup are not her common mosquitoes and flies? The stomach has long been turned upside down, how can you still drink it?

"Ahem! Cough! Take the wrong one, take the wrong one! Not this bowl! ”

The old woman shuddered and stretched out her hand and handed over a bowl of the legendary forgetful soup! Taking the soup, she looked at the other end of the broken bridge, still empty.

"Huh? Still reluctant to drink? In this chaotic world, the Seven Realms are upside down! It's really not easy to make a bowl of soup! I don't know where so many souls suddenly appeared, and you let them go if you don't drink it! The old woman murmured.

She glanced down at the dark soul at the bottom of the bridge, looking up blankly. I remember that it was the woman who swung her divine light and cut off the magic sword to devour the soul. Imprisoned, like them, she was free at that moment, floating in her dreams with wisps of green smoke.

Why didn't you keep your promise?!

Closing her eyes, she tilted her head to the bowl and drank!

Who swore under the sacred flower tree: No matter how many lives pass, he will guard the soul of reincarnation in front of the Nai He Bridge, and will not let her drink the bowl of forgetful soup, and will not let her forget the flower language of love!

Who is it that refuses to show up? Let her cross the bridge of reincarnation alone?

……

"Dreams are broken, smoke is gone! Destroy the demon sword today, and protect the soul of the mortal! You who have found the original realm, Ling Yu and Qinglan will be born......"

She always remembered the woman's last whisper, and she always thought it was just a dream—

When she woke up, she suddenly found herself lying on the bed of the magic ship, dressed in a white down robe, which was clearly a woman's pajamas. At this time, the real picture outside the window has become a sky full of stars and a half-moon waning moon. She got up slightly, leaned on the head of the bed and stared at the figure on the bow of the independent ship, unable to take her eyes off it any longer. And he, all the time looking up at the night sky, held a piece - red feathers!

"I have been asleep for twenty years, and when I suddenly woke up, there was only one arm left, and all I could hold in my fingertips was this red feather." He whispered suddenly.

She listened quietly.

"Legend has it that this red feather has only been found on the golden feather boll tree on White Sand Island." He continued to whisper.

Legend? It should be a very small chance, and I am afraid that it is even less real than a dream. And he, alive at the moment, just looking for a "legend"? A picture suddenly appeared in his mind: he was driving the magic ship, searching island after island, just for the persistence of a piece of red feathers. Inexplicable pity rose to her heart again, and she couldn't help but shudder.

"Is that red feather important?"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is the story behind it! ”

"What's the story?"

"If I remember, why bother?"

Suddenly felt stupid, and after being silent for a while, she thought of changing the topic, and said a little shyly: "I accidentally fell asleep in the bath just now, I'm really embarrassed." ”

He turned his head, glanced sideways at her, and said softly, "This white feather coat is very suitable for you." ”

She subconsciously tightened her neckline, retreated back to the bed, and lay flat down. That night he did not shed the magical scent of flowers, and she naturally fell asleep due to sleepiness, and her heart slept soundly. Although she had sensed that fate had deviated from the orbit of ordinary people at the moment she met him, she couldn't control herself from looking forward to a magical journey, and she didn't care what the ending would be!

When she woke up the next day, she jumped out of bed and ran to the bow of the boat to look. Through the gaps in the white clouds, she saw the rolling hills. The green forest is in the shade, surrounded by dense fog, and it is as beautiful as entering a fairyland. In particular, those extreme peaks, embracing each other, the peaks and pavilions are faintly visible. The dense fog on the mountainside blocks the mountain road, like the boundary point of the immortals.

"Immortal Feather Mountain?" She muttered to herself.

"Not bad. It is Mt. Senyu. His voice sounded behind him.

"Daddy once said that Xianyu Mountain has a lot to do with our mansion."

She casually turned her head, just in time to meet the eyes that glittered with the twilight of the morning. Neither enemies, but of course friends! She calmly gave a sweet smile as a gesture of friendliness. He nodded slightly, as if acknowledging her kindness, and then ripped off the long black shawl from his shoulders and placed it on her shoulders. The "thank you" couldn't be said, he had already stopped and hugged her body, leaped off the demon boat, and landed steadily on the top of Xianyu Mountain. When she looked up again, the Blue Flame Demon Ship had disappeared from the sky, or rather, it was hidden by magic.

The green rain bamboo all over the mountain swayed without wind, making a pleasant "rustling" sound, listening to the cheerfulness, she couldn't help but smile on her face. I have never been to such a fairy mountain in my memory, but the feeling at this time is not unfamiliar. Or maybe the familiarity that came to him? Snuggled in that steady, powerful arm, she didn't feel scared by the stranger at all.

With a few ups and downs, he led her through the mountain jungle and finally landed halfway up the mountainside. As if to be sensed, the wooden door of the pavilion "creaked" and opened by itself, and then a deep male voice came from inside: "Come in." ”

She peeked at him, still with that calm coldness, and her heart suddenly relaxed. Before stepping through the wooden door of the pavilion, he let go of the arm that was clasped around her waist and entered before her. Then he was heard whispering, "How's it going?" ”

"It's been a few days, and I still haven't woken up." The male voice who was in the house answered.

At this time, she had followed his figure into the pavilion, and at a glance she saw the woman lying on the wooden bed.

"Sister!"

She screamed and pounced. Exactly the same face, you will definitely not admit it!

"Calm down!"

The man sitting on the edge of the bed immediately got up and stopped her from rushing forward. She suddenly realized her gaffe, held back her emotions, looked at Nameless and walked to the bed, and put the pill that she had prepared in her hand into the woman's mouth. Intentionally or unintentionally, his slender fingers slid across the woman's cheeks, brushing the scattered shredded hair and wrapping it around the back of her ears.

"She, but Qinglan?" He asked in a deep voice.

"My sister's name is Qinglan." She looked stupid and answered inexplicably heartache.

"That's how the Protoss fulfilled their promises?" He sneered.

"It happened too suddenly, they are not ordinary mountain bandits! By the time I arrived, she had already ......," the man replied immediately.

She couldn't help but peek, only to see that the man looked good, but his eyes that seemed to be smiling were a little evil, and he was still holding her arm with one hand. She deliberately struggled a few times, suggesting that her emotions were stable and that there was no need to worry about it. The man glanced at her, his eyelids twitched a few times, but he didn't let go, and spit out a few words at the same time:

"Mortal fifteen is dead."

The word "Daddy" could not be spoken, and she had fainted in pain. Sister Qinglan refuses to wake up, is she still immersed in the boundless pain of losing her loved ones like her?

The Tao was a dream, but it felt so real, and she had been walking alone in the jungle of a tropical island, aimlessly, until the sun went down. The roar of the tsunami was long gone, replaced by the low roar of various beasts. Frightened, she climbed a tall coconut tree and fell asleep in the cold shivering with the coconut ball in her arms. The icy wind, accompanied by the impending rainstorm, ruthlessly washed away the island. She woke up in the rain, forgetting for a moment that she was hanging high above the tree, and her hands and feet slipped, and her whole body fell...... In the panic, she grabbed a warm hand, and her frightened and helpless heart was suddenly comforted for a short time. A familiar voice immediately sounded in my ears:

"Ling Yu, don't be afraid, my sister is here."

"Sister!"

She called out to open her eyes and see the beautiful smile of her fellow countryman, sitting in front of the bed and looking at herself. She immediately bounced up and hugged her sister into her arms. Born from the same root, with joy and sorrow, with joy and sorrow, from the day of birth the same mind, has long exceeded the boundary of life and death.

"This is the Holy Land of the Protoss, and there will be no more mountain bandits." Sister Qinglan stroked the long hair behind her and said kindly.

"I know." She nodded.

"Hungry or not? Would you like to try a few side dishes made by your sister? ”

"Yes!"

Happiness is as simple as that. I am full of joy to be able to eat the side dishes cooked by my loved ones! She jumped off the bed with a smile, only to find that she was still wearing the white feather nightgown, and looked up at Qinglan embarrassedly.

"Looks like white suits you." Qinglan covered her mouth and smiled, and said, "Sister picked this one for you, try to see if it fits." ”

As she spoke, Qinglan pointed to the small table next to the bed, a white gauze dress had already been prepared. Compared with her sister, what she lacks is a woman's "carefulness". My father often said that she had big nerves, lacked the model of a good wife and mother, and was afraid that she would not be able to marry a good family in the future. Now that I think about it, it's reasonable, as long as there is a sister, she is always the one who is "missing", and her sister is always a model of "perfection".

White gauze skirt, light fat powder, long hair lightly pulled, eyebrows shining. Sure enough, under the quick care of her sister, she suddenly became a different person. According to my sister's words, after all, you are a guest elsewhere, and you can't lose your courtesy. Of course, my sister herself is not inferior, a set of pale pink long skirts and long hair scattered and orderly are enough to compete for beauty.