A little bit of light in front of him was in a trance, and Puya only felt that his eyes were dizzy for a while, and his body was as if he was immersed in ice and fire, and it was not uncomfortable to be cold and hot!

She stepped up, but without the slightest strength, her body seemed to float. But her mind was dull, and her thoughts were so empty that she suddenly lost her true self-nature, and gradually felt that she had lost herself in this windy and sandy eternal night......

"Brush-" A crystal curtain hanging in front of her eyes was subconsciously opened by her raised hand, and she got off the bed, and was led forward by Liliang, who didn't know what kind of vein it was.

The candles in the hall have all been extinguished, and the cold moon is faintly visible behind the floating clouds. Sometimes the light and shadow of the gossamer shone on her washed pale face, and sometimes only a large area of unreadable features remained.

Puya's eyes are glazed, her body is stiff, and her steps are faint like a life-seeking spirit hidden in the land of death!

"Come ......"

It's such a clear human voice floating in my heart, and I don't know where it came from, ethereal like another shijie from Qiyuan.

But Puya, who had lost his mind, was determined, and immediately sleepwalked towards the source of this sound.

It is said to be the origin, but in fact, she is the only one who can hear, feel, and touch. The voice groaned and wept, not like a man, but like a ghost in the darkness that could never be seen in the eternal night, wailing and weeping slowly......

Sensing the sound made by the queen beside him, Jingluanfu, who was not deeply sleepy, opened his eyes, and happened to see Pu Ya walking towards the small door of the inner room like a quiet step, stepping on clouds and wading through water.

"Puya?" He didn't understand, subconsciously rubbed his eyes, yawned and called her lazily.

But his queen did not answer, and the cloud-like steps were already methodically going farther and farther.

Although Jingluan only saw a back, this kind of Puya really made him feel weird. Somehow, a hint of ominous suddenness came to his heart, and he was shocked! Turned over and got off the bed suddenly: "Pu ......" wanted to call her, but stopped.

Jingluan suspected that the person in front of him was not Puya Medo, how could his Puya not obey his call and still walk stiffly in the dark night like a ghost? If the queen is sleepwalking, it can't be, he has been with the king for two years, when has he ever seen Puya sleepwalking?

So could it be a trap, someone deliberately pretending to be Puya to lure him Xiao Jingluan into the game?

It is not impossible that the minister in the daytime, the royal soothsayer who was removed from his priesthood by the queen and lost face...... Each of their faces floated in front of his eyes, they hated him, and how many people hated him Xiao Jingluan in this desert Linchang? It is possible to deliberately lead him into a game!

It's just that...... If the ghost figure walking with her back in front of you is not Queen Puya, then where is the real Puya?

As soon as the heart is empty, the skin and flesh around Jingluan are tight! Whether it is a bureau or an unintentional situation, he can't help but make some moves and explore, because it is about Puya, and he has never been able to put things aside in his heart, even if he knows that something is wrong, he has to explore to the end and understand why before he stops!

The night wind confused the dizzy vision, and after a trance, Puya had already walked into the depths and disappeared into the shadows. Jingluan's eyebrows gathered, and he immediately stayed slowly, and quietly followed in the direction of Puya with bated breath.

It was dark and dark, because the night was already very deep, and Pu Yasu didn't like to be disturbed when he was ambiguous, so the palace people on duty had all retreated to their respective side halls. This road was quiet and weird, and Jingluan couldn't help but speed up his steps and hurriedly walked out.

There was silence outside the hall, and the air was as slow as a small mosquito floating, which gave them the illusion of breaking into another isolated place of time and space! Walking along the night road to the flowers, there was a burst of white smoke rising drunkenly.