In the Cracked Silk Inn, Baili has prepared a dinner, and what is special about today's dinner is that everyone has made their own specialty dishes, which are placed on the table one by one, which can be called varied, and each dish has a history. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was a lot of brilliance in the sky above the cracked silk city, with the beginning as the center, and there was laughter.

Just when everyone had drunk three rounds and raised their glasses again to celebrate this gathering, Zi Nian suddenly felt his heart tremble, like a silent and strong call.

Zi Nian turned his head and forgot that his eyes were falling on the moon, and his eyes were a little flustered.

"What's wrong?" Falling Moon asked.

"I sensed the Trace trying to talk to me." Zi Nian said.

The setting moon takes the Purple Year aside and allows the Purple Year to enter the Rouge Ring.

Zi Nian went straight to the foot of the rouge tree, and the trail hung on the tree.

"Are you calling me? Purple Trace? Zi Nian asked.

"Twitter, coo, coo, chirp......" Trace said a lot of long words, but Zi Nian could only hear her voice, but she couldn't understand the specific language.

"Trace, is this your new baby language?" Zi Nian asked jokingly.

However, Zi'er didn't smile at all, but was full of melancholy, Zi Nian didn't understand why, asked Trace, her words, Zi Nian couldn't understand anymore, and no spirit beast could understand, as if suddenly, Trace changed.

It is only in the unique language of Trace, that she can speak so fluently, so much, if you use the language of an adult, I am afraid that Trace'er will not be able to speak a few words......

But Zi Nian didn't understand what she meant, Zi Nian didn't think much about it, and was very happy with Trace.

She is very close to herself.

It wasn't until soon later that Zi Nian understood what Ji'er meant, and it turned out that it was a farewell.

It turned out that she had had a perfect farewell to herself at that time, and when she thought about it again, Zi Nian couldn't cry silently, she was a child made of the falling moon and the essence of the Fairy of Oz, different from ordinary babies, her language was also very unusual, and she was deeply attached to the name of the person with her father's surname, and she missed Zi Nian.

To have a father is something that Trace never thought of, even if this life died not long after the beginning, but it was very complete.

That's the reason for the farewell......

At this moment, Nian Er didn't think of it so much, so far, just when it was naughty, joking with himself, just like in the past, always joking with himself.

Afraid of the relationship with Zi Nian, the skeleton hand also gave Trace's three points, and didn't dare to bully her all the time......

Even more because when he was on the fig tree, there were so many days and nights, Zi Nian, he whispered softly to himself......

None of this can be replaced.

"Trace, don't be naughty, be obedient......" Zi Nian smiled and patted the fruit of Trace, and a bad feeling welled up in her heart, why is there always a lingering desolation, but she is obviously so young......

Zi Nian didn't think much about it, and then came out of the space.

After this night's drinking, when everyone came to their senses, they sat in the pavilion under the moon and discussed the plan.

"At this time, the shrine maiden should be making the final preparations, the goddess is revived, she must be able to sense it, she is thoughtful, we must be more careful." Garan said.

"It's been a long time, but it looks like I'm really going this time." Fenghua said.

"Regardless of whether the emperor is on the side of the witch or not, Tianxin and I will kill him, how can we sit idly by and watch the ruthlessness of the extermination." The Golden Lord wipes his golden scepter.

"I've heard all kinds of things in the fairy world in the past, but now I finally have the opportunity to go to ......," Baili said.

The recuperation in the Garan ring is almost recovered, and he came out and hugged his daughter in the third year of junior high school: "I will record this historic battle!" ”