He was suspended in the boundless darkness, chaotic, as if assimilated with heaven and earth, but as if he could not feel anything; It seems like a moment has passed, but it seems like a thousand years have passed; It seems that he has forgotten everything, but it seems that he can see countless broken scenes and hear countless sounds.

He vaguely heard the wind blowing through the cliffs and the waterfall roaring to wash the moss; I heard the dew falling on the lotus leaves, and the morning glow spread in the sparkling lake; Hearing the petals fluttering in the moonlight, the white crane singing joyfully over the sea of clouds; I heard the sound of the piano in the distant distance, as if it were nothing, coming from the far edge of the sky.

He breathed for a moment, and remembered the delicate white hands that swept the strings, the red clothes that inspired him to hunt, and his face that was as cold as frost and snow. Then I thought of the burning Lotus Pavilion, the sword array as bright as a meteor, the bombing tower, the "Eight Miscellaneous Snakes" that crashed to the ground with a mournful roar, and the "Purple Dragon Sword" that flew from that hand...... My heart tightened suddenly, and I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my heart, and I screamed "ah" and opened my eyes.

The light was blinding, and he lay on a long wooden table, above which was covered with incandescent lanterns, surrounded by a circle of bright bronze mirrors, and the figure swayed. Seeing him sit up suddenly, everyone exclaimed in surprise, holding the bronze mirror and retreating in a panic.

"Holy ...... Saint...... "A stocky old man in a deerskin hat held a narrow knife in his right hand and a bloody liver in his right hand, and stared at him with a face like earth, trembling all over, so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

"Witch deer?" He was dizzy and in a trance for a moment before he remembered who this man was.

Looking around again, there was a petite and beautiful girl in purple standing on the left, biting her lip, staring at him with surprise and worry, tears welling up in her eyes. Next to her was a snake man with purple veins on his face, and three snake girls who looked very similar. It was Wang Yunzhen, the Snake Clan's Chilihuo Elder, and the three Chizhu sisters.

Xu Xuan was surprised and delighted, since it was another one, weren't these people buried in the lava erupted from Tiankou Mountain? Don't...... Is he already dead? Gathering with their ghosts in the Netherworld? Before the thought stopped, I suddenly felt a cramping pain in my chest and abdomen. Looking down, he was even more cold, screamed, and almost rolled off the wooden table to the ground.

His chest and abdomen were torn open, revealing bloody entrails and white ribs, but unfortunately his heart was clearly visible beating violently in his chest; The right side of the chest was empty, the liver and lungs had been gouged out, and even the blood-stained stomach pouch could be seen at a glance...... It's terrifying, it's hard to describe.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar hoarse voice laughing: "The old ones don't go, the new ones don't come." Boy, it's not the first time you've changed your liver and lungs, why are you so hypocritical? Wulu, ignore him, fill the liver in, and then implant a new lung, and suture it step by step as I said...... Elder Chi, hold down his hands and feet, don't let him mess with you little girls, pour him some more 'numbing potion, let him sleep steadily.' ”

Xu Xuan was stunned for a moment, and followed the prestige, and there was a handsome man with unkempt hair sitting next to the stone wall on the right side, with empty sleeves, and sure enough, it was the demon emperor Lin Lingsu, who was also the enemy of him, suddenly realized, and dared to love This demon is guiding Wulu to use the "Baina Technique" to replace his internal organs.

The witch deer trembled and thrust his liver into his chest, and with a squeeze of his fingers, he was sweating all over his body and screaming in pain.

Wulu was so frightened that he stammered and shouted "Holy Forgiveness", but he was relieved and excited in his heart. Since the pain is so real, it means that he is not dead, and these people in front of him are all real people

But how did they survive the lava, and how did they save themselves here from the hands of Emperor Qing and Wang Wenqing? Doubts poured into my mind one after another. However, the sharp pain made him breathe like he was suffocating, and his eyes were dark, and he was unable to think.

In a drowsy state, he only felt that Wang Yunzhen's gentle voice whispered in his ear over and over again, as if some warm potion had been poured into his throat. Gradually, the pain was gone, and the whole person seemed to float up slowly, suspended in the boundless darkness.

Then he had a long, long dream.

He dreamed that he was walking on a cracked wasteland, the sky was as red as blood, the earth was spurting fire, and his whole body seemed to be on fire. Father and Aunt Zhen stood in front with a smile and beckoned to him. He was amazed and delighted, screaming and rushing, but his throat was burning and he could not make a sound, and every step he took was like stepping in soft cotton.

The waves swayed, and the father and the real aunt suddenly disappeared. He stood blankly in the clouds, the rolling clouds churning like an angry sea, lit up one after another with lightning. As soon as his feet were empty, he suddenly fell from the ground, rushing towards the reckless forest sea with the torrential rain and hail.

He crackled and fell into the layers of forest, green vines and branches like the hands of countless ghosts, grabbing him, pulling him, whipping him, as if penetrating his body, revealing pores, and growing countless tender green buds.

Then, the boundless green in front of me suddenly disappeared again, turning into endless ice and snow. He curled up in the snowstorm, shivering from the cold. The white sun hung coldly overhead, and he vaguely saw a woman in white standing beside him, staring at him with a mixture of sadness and joy.

Sister Bai's heart trembled, and she struggled to sit up, trying to hold her, but she smiled and turned into Xiaoqing, which disappeared with the wind.

The sky was as blue as the sea, spinning rapidly, and he found himself sitting on the edge of an ice cliff, staggering. The ice burst suddenly, and he rushed down with the rolling waves of snow.

Below is a thin spray of lava, purple and red, staggered and flying, as gorgeous as fireworks on Chinese New Year's Eve. A woman in red was hunting and flying in the wind, her eyes staring at him obsessively.

In the blink of an eye, the face of the woman in red changed to that of a real aunt, and he suddenly became himself when he was six years old, sitting in a steaming medicine barrel, gazing with admiration at the colorful fireworks outside the window. Aunt Zhen stared at him with a smile and gently wiped his back with a hot towel soaked in medicinal soup.

His vision blurred, tears welled up in his eyes, and he gripped the slippery hand tightly and put it to his mouth. The slightly cool and smooth skin, drenched with salty tears, spread a sweet and sour taste between his lips and teeth.

His heart twitched like a sharp pain, and he couldn't breathe. How I wanted to lie on her lap as I did when I was a child, bury my head in her waist, and breathe in that warm and fragrant breath. She looked at her with a smile of love, soft palms, and falling strands of hair...... It's like yesterday.

Just as he was grappling his aunt's slippery soft tightly and wanted to kiss her palm as before, she suddenly withdrew her hand...... His heart trembled, and he shouted: "Little Mommy, Little Mommy" opened his eyes suddenly, and tears poured out.

As soon as he got up, there was a sharp pain in his chest and abdomen that seemed to tear, and the pain made him sweat well, and he almost fainted again

The surrounding stone walls are craggy, and a few faint oil lamps flicker on and off. Sweating profusely, he sat shirtless on a stone bed covered with thick grass, breathing violently, his chest and abdomen wrapped in a thick white cloth, and red blood leaked out.

"Holy Lord, you ......" Wang Yunzhen stood on the left side, holding a steaming wool square scarf in his hand, his wrist was tightly grasped by him, he was not entering, retreating was not, he was ashamed and anxious, and even the roots of his ears were red. Reflected by the light of the fire, it is even more delicate and beautiful.

Xu Xuan was stunned for a moment, and understood that everything was just in a dream. It must have been in a daze, holding her hand and mistaking her for a real aunt.

He let go of his hand and smiled at her in embarrassment. When I was about to say something to explain the ridicule, I suddenly remembered the smile of my father and my real aunt in my dream, and remembered that I might never see each other in this life, and the guilt and sadness that I had suppressed for a long time suddenly erupted like a torrent, and tears blurred my vision.

"Shengshang" Wang Yunzhen stared at him in surprise, his cheeks flushed even more, but the panic and shyness in his wonderful eyes were replaced by gentleness, and he asked hesitantly in the jerky Bianliang official dialect, "You...... Did you dream of your mother? ”

Hearing her soft and concerned words, Xu Xuan was even more sad, choked and shook his head, nodded again, and wanted to answer, but his chest and throat felt like a suffocating cramp, and he couldn't say half a word.

Wang Yunzhen recently lost his mother, and his relatives felt it, seeing him wiping his tears, fragile like a helpless child, his heart was even more stinging, and he forgot for a while that he was the reincarnation of Fuxi, and couldn't help but lift the sheep towel and gently wipe away the tears on his face.

Xu Xuan grabbed her hand and pressed it tightly against her lips, she was taken aback, wanted to pull away, but couldn't exert her strength, seeing him close his eyes tightly, tears fell on the back of her hand, her heart trembled, arousing a gentle motherhood that she had never had, her five fingers gently closed, holding his hand, a thousand words blocked in her throat, but she didn't know how to soothe.

Suddenly, I heard someone shouting in a trembling voice: "Holy Lord, Holy Lord, wake up" The fire outside the corridor in front of the right side swayed, and several figures moved quickly towards this place.

The two of them woke up suddenly, Wang Yunzhen pulled out his hand in a panic, picked up the wooden bucket full of hot water, and took a few steps back with a "clanging".

Xu Xuan was stunned for a moment, only to find that her wrists and ankles were cuffed with blue and black mixed gold chains, no wonder when he grabbed her hand just now, he felt some cold and hard foreign objects.

Surprised and surprised, before they could ask, Bai Qiantian, Chi Lihuo, Wulu and others had already walked into the stone room with torches. When I looked at it, I felt even more uncomfortable. The hands and feet of the red fire and the witch deer were also handcuffed with gold chains, and their clothes were tattered and stained. Bai Qiantian and a few snake guards were dressed in white, and their hands and feet were free.

Seeing that he was fine, Wulu was relieved, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and said: "Holy Lord, you have slept for three days and three nights, and you have been served day and night by Miss Wang, and you can't see your ......eyelashes."

"Three days and three nights?" Xu Xuan was stunned, he didn't expect that he had been asleep for so long, and his heart jumped again, could it be that in the past seven days and seven nights, Wang Yunzhen has been waiting by his side, wiping and changing his clothes for him? Turning his eyes, Wang Yunzhen was already so ashamed that his face was flushed, and he hurriedly retreated to the corner with a bucket.