As those people were shocked by Shangguan Lan's change, struggling with whether or not to hand over what she wanted, a figure passed through the beam.

The fluorescent light on his body and the ruining power contained in the beam cancel each other out and gradually dissolve.

When his figure appeared dimly, the gate of the castle quietly opened, and before everyone could react, it slammed shut.

"Who is he? Where did it come from? How to open the door? Find you! ”

"No need to look for it, how can mortals know how to open the door, quickly hand over the baby, the old lady is merciful and risked her life to save you!" Shangguan Lan spread her hands, as if she hadn't noticed the figure at all.

Only Shangguan Yun, who had been standing behind her, could see that her other hand was already clenched.

Shangguan Yun's eyes flashed with light, and he lowered his head again, recovering his taciturn nature.

Outside the castle, the moon whispered in a few words. The robber Lan who taught him was robbing while the fire was taking advantage of the fire, but inside the castle, it was a pure land.

Everyone thought that the interior of the castle must be the same as the outside, made of pitch-black marble, with staircases of the same color, and then staircase walls inlaid with various gems, and that the castle would have countless floors, each of which would be either antique ornaments, or scribbled with some mysterious patterns, or top-notch elixirs, or weapons that dominated the world, or lost formations, or some other rarities.

However, only those who enter the castle know that all guesses are wrong.

It's a tranquil hideaway, away from all the hustle and bustle of the world.

Wooden houses, bamboo rafts, small bridges and flowing water, birds singing and flowers, trees and shady, the castle is surrounded by a stream, the stream is crystal clear, and from time to time fish jump out of the water.

There was a small stool by the stream, on which were placed fishing rods, and a fishing basket.

An oil-paper fan painted with ink was suspended on the stool, the fishing rod kept shaking, and the fresh fish were put into the bamboo basket.

There is no one here, but it seems to be full of people.

Except for one place! A place blocked by prohibition!

There was no sign of any human population there.

Jimo walked across the small bridge and crossed the shade of the sea of flowers, stood in this place, glanced at the closed bamboo door a few times, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light swept under his eyes like flowing water, disappearing into the corners of his eyes.

He pondered for a moment, and finally reached out his hand, his fingers slowly seeping into the barrier, but they were quickly squeezed out.

It doesn't look like it's time yet!

He spread out his palms, looked at the bamboo house in front of him, walked to the oil-paper fan full of regret, grabbed the fishing rod, and began to fish.

It was as if a breeze had slipped past him, ruffling his inky hair, and his sideburns hid the fleeting smile on his lips.

As soon as he turned his back, the bamboo house seemed to have been attacked by some kind of force, and it shook for a while before it returned to normal.

It's just that through the door, the breeze outside is as cool as Xu, but inside is like a fire.

There is only one bed made of green bamboo, and on the bed are two figures that are haunting to death, as if they want to merge their souls into one.

The cold fairy-like man had already turned into a pool of spring water in his arms.

Rumo's hair fell like a waterfall as she leaned back, obscuring the infinite spring light.