Chapter Forty-Eight: Mo Shanghua (1)

Gu Yelan's vision was gradually blurred by tears, and the surrounding Qiqi slowly became illusory, and the light of her tears shook in pieces, like a twinkling star, reflecting the night little by little.

She stretched out her hand to grab the hazy figure in the distance, and when her fingers stretched out, her fingertips touched a burst of coldness, which made her shiver and forget her sadness.

She followed her fingertips to see another white hand, and along that hand, she saw herself in the mirror!

She was startled, and took two steps back, and this time she touched the back of her own shadow again.

She looked around and saw countless mirrors, countless of herself, looking helplessly at herself.

Isn't she in a little dark room?

How could it be in this strange place?

Where is this?

"Brother......

As soon as she spoke, she subconsciously stopped her voice.

How can my brother have the time and mood to take care of her now?

As soon as I thought of the scene I had just seen, I felt a trace of pain in my heart, so thin, accurate and silent, slicing towards the most tender meat at the tip of my heart.

Gu Yelan covered her chest, the pain dragged her body down a little bit, she fell down, the green silk spread out, like a thorn one by one, little by little out of the body, gradually weakened, softly crawled on the cold mirror surface, like unintentionally knocked over the thick ink, splashed in the boundless light and light.

Yelan's body began to tremble slightly, and countless shadows let out a subtle moan, connecting together, and sounding into a wail.

Just when Gu Yelan was suffocated and was about to faint, she smelled a familiar fragrance of flowers, Night Fragrance Mulan!

The fragrance grew stronger and stronger, and it seemed that the flower was slowly approaching in her direction.

She breathed in the faint fragrance of coconut, and her breath slowly reversed.

With great difficulty, she got up from the mirror, and countless figures stood up, and those figures, too, smelled the flowers, and began to talk in whispers, their voices getting quieter and quieter.

Then, these figures slowly flew in the same direction, and countless mirrors were pieced together, and not far away, they fell into a large mirror.

There was a huge piece of cold ice in the mirror, and a woman in white flew and danced on the ice, like smoke and mist, like a dream.

Gu Yelan's brain hurt slightly, and she remembered that it was the woman she saw in the haze after fainting that day!

She once tried to draw her graceful dancing, but the pen bloomed a night magnolia!

After that time, she couldn't draw Night Mulan again!

She wanted to walk in a little bit to see the woman really, and as soon as she took a step, the mirror suddenly shattered into several pieces, turning into stars and drifting into the distance, Gu Yelan followed the stars to a gurgling stream, and those stars all fell into the Lechuan River little by little, and ethereal smoke slowly rose from the river.

"Yelan, you're finally here!"

An ethereal voice sounded, Gu Yelan looked around, empty, through the thin mist on the Lechuan River, she saw a woman in white standing on the other side of the river, she was wearing a tall "Chaoyun near incense bun"

, the fair-skinned orchid fingers hold a night magnolia in full bloom, quietly covering half of her face.

Gu Yelan was bold and asked tentatively, "Who are you?" ”

"Who am I?"

The laughter sounded, like a silver bell shaking, pleasant to the ear.

The mist dispersed to both sides little by little, and bewitching beauties appeared on the river surface in turn, their crystal clear arms stretched out from the water one by one, raised high, held up the orchid fingers, Leng Yueping stepped down, and the jade feet lightly tapped the orchid fingers and walked on the Lechuan River.

One step at a time, one step at a time.