Snow is the spirit of winter, falling from the sky on the roof, on the branches, and in the dirt, accumulating a white kingdom of ice and snow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info there is no castle here, but there is a princess, a princess who is hidden deep in her heart and misses ****.

He didn't know if he would be able to meet her, because anything could or could not happen in the Spirit Realm.

A few crows occasionally flew in the milky white sky, although in the impression of Chinese crows is a symbol of bad luck, but for Zhu Xuanxi, it is just a poor animal, just because it likes to prey by nature It has been given a strange name, and has been criticized by people for thousands of years, until modern biological research has developed, and no experts have come forward to speak out for his role in purifying the environment.

A touch of sadness rose in his heart: the crow still had someone to rehabilitate it, but the yin and yang world could not tolerate a single him.

This is probably why he has a special affection for Yuan Ruolan.

He walked aimlessly in the town, which was so quiet that it seemed that Yu Fei was not here, and he didn't even see the figure of the manless. I really don't know if I'm rejecting them, or if the Spirit Illusion is joking with him.

He tried to operate the Yuan Shen in his body, and found that he couldn't find any trace of the Yuan Shen, thinking about it, he was just a touch of consciousness now, except for the soul dementor in this world, who could work in the spirit and magic realm. The "old monster" is right, every time he relies on demon power to leave here and return to this world.

"Hey, friend, you're going to be powerful!" He looked up to the sky and yelled, not knowing if the "old monster" could hear it.

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There is a valley dozens of miles west of Taiyin Cave, and Zhu Xuanxi's body is lying in it at the moment. The place is deserted, the grass and trees wither in late autumn, the stream dries up, and there is really nothing special, even the crows are too lazy to take a look. There was black qi around his ankles, and the bells turned from black to red, like blood and yang.

Xuan Ming appeared under the red maple tree not far from the valley, his clothes fluttering, the green silk flying, and he was independent. He shook his left shoulder slightly, and the air around him twisted imperceptibly, and then centered on his chest, layers of fine waves spread around his body, like waves on the surface of a lake, stretching away.

The exploration technique of the Water Gate is the weakest one in the Five Yuan Method, and even if it is practiced to the level of Xuan Ming, it is still inferior to the wooden gate that ranks in front of it.

Xuan Ming is well aware of this principle, but he still has to try, not only because he promised Qin Le to find Zhu Xuanxi back, but also because he does not allow him to "live without seeing people, dead without seeing corpses".

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On the other side, there is another person who "can't see anyone alive or dead" - Yuan Ruolan.

Ouyang Zheng was sealed in the stealth array, and the range of activities that could be moved was only so large, although he had Neidan by his side, Ouyang Mingyue's warning was vivid, he was not afraid of death, but he must not drain himself at this time and let himself fall like this.

Regarding Yuan Ruolan's delay in returning, he thought about hundreds of possibilities in his heart, some good and some bad, the curse mark imposed on the patient did not disappear, at least it proved that she was still alive, or that she was not dead for the time being. He sat in his chair, and the book had been rolled up by him.

No, he'll go crazy if he thinks about it any longer.

Thinking of this, I happened to touch the square hard object in my pants.

Onmyoji sometimes rely too much on their own techniques, and tend to forget to use more convenient high-tech technologies, such as mobile phones. But when he opened the address book, his heart was half cold, because he was not good at socializing on weekdays, there were only three phones in it......

Yuan Ruolan's mobile phone was turned off, Wang Shoucheng didn't come to deliver food today, maybe the court had something to do, and he didn't get through after a few calls. As for Zhu Xuanxi, he remembered that Zhuo Zichen had asked that person about this, and he laughed and said that he was used to being casual and didn't like to be restrained, and his mobile phone would have the feeling that others could find him at any time, but he didn't feel safe.

Suddenly, a string in my brain "hissed" and tightened even more.

What to do? Who else can help?

The focus of his gaze fell on the number one in the address book, the last number he filtered out first. The number is Montu's, the first number he saved after buying a mobile phone (of course, he was forced by the other party).

Toot, toot, toot......

"Young Sect Master?"

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Mocking Wind didn't know why his master wanted to arrest Yuan Ruolan, but Ai Luoyan didn't tell him, and asked him to send people to the border of Yunnan.

It's not hard to say, it's not easy to say. The difficulty was that he needed to take a large living person in a coma with him without suspicion, and it was easier than the previous task.

Mocking Feng had just started to learn the Yin and Yang exercises, and he had to strengthen it every once in a while, so he chose a high-speed rail and a car mix and match of transportation.

They are now on the last train, the white old-fashioned minibus, counting the extra seats and benches, it can fit more than 20 people. The seats were in a dilapidated state, a third of them were problematic, and they "squeaked" and screamed when they sat up.

The driver opened his voice and shouted: "Everyone is here, ready to drive, the child hugs tightly, and the old man helps him~~"

He said the local dialect, and the yin and yang exercises of mocking the wind helped a lot, otherwise he wouldn't understand half a word.

Yuan Ruolan's head drooped on her shoulder, and the itching feeling in her heart came again, and it didn't stop along the way. He understood that it was "Song Youchen" who was making trouble, and he had not given up his feelings for Yuan Ruolan, after all, the reason why "Mocking Wind" existed was precisely because of "Song Youchen"'s love for Yuan Ruolan.

Mocking Wind didn't quite understand the feeling of "love", and Eloyan gave him Yiyisai, saying that he didn't feel it at all when he said it was his girlfriend. The fair-skinned, skinny girl looked like she had a sick feeling, very similar to Ai Luoyan, and she was really not as energetic as Yuan Ruolan's "wide shoulders and big shoulders".

Bah! What good things to say to this woman! I don't want to be like that Song Youchen, who lost his wife and lost his soldiers.

Then my heart was like being brushed by a dog's tail, itchy and ...... How to describe it...... It can be said that it is comfortable.

If this is bullshit love, Lao Tzu doesn't want it!

He cursed in his heart, then plugged his headphones and followed the bumpy car up and down, one left and one right.

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Isn't that how people feel when they die? Yuan Ruolan asked herself.

Her wandering consciousness was scattered in the darkness, different from the realm of spiritual magic, severe coma, and true self, and the void, an absolute, non-negotiable sense of nothingness filled the surroundings. Her thinking became slow, her reason was moving away little by little, and she even had to remind herself every few minutes: My name is Yuan Ruolan, I am a dementor, and I have been plotted.

At this moment, she could no longer remember what had happened before she was plotted, there was no picture, no color, no blank.

My name is Yuan Ruolan, I am a dementor, and I am ......

What happened to the quilt?

My name is Yuan Ruolan and I am ......

There is no pain or happiness here, it is a place where you are not bound by emotions and bodies, and if you have to feel anything, it is peace of mind and comfort.

My name is...... What the? (To be continued.) )