The autumn wind is cold, like a knife carved on everyone's face.

The cold wind swept up the corners of the clothes of the pedestrians on the road, and also rolled up the dust in the sky.

The sand and dust flew and swirled in the air, and the distant sunset seemed to be covered with a veil.

As far as the eye can see, in addition to the flying sand, there is only an endless desert and a road that stretches into the distance.

Against this monotonous gray-brown background, a group of people and horses in the middle of the road appear unusually abrupt.

It was a convoy of about 200 men, and it was not difficult to see the prestige of the carriages by the gilded decorations, the bright yellow curtains, and the dress of the soldiers, which were royal chariots and horses.

Only at this moment, if someone passes by, the first thing that catches his eye will definitely not be the royal carriage.

Because at this moment everyone got off the horse, got out of the car, and gathered in a group, staring closely in one direction.

In the middle of the crowd, a woman knelt on the ground, holding a man tightly in her arms.

The woman wore a pink cloak, her hair was loosely tied in a bun at the back of her head, and if you looked closely, you would find that the woman had snow-white skin, willow eyebrows, peach blossom eyes, and a delicate mouth under the high bridge of the nose, which looked like the reincarnation of the Sacred Heart Niang in the temple.

But at this moment the woman looked very painful, her brows were tightly locked, her eyes were lowered, and there were crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes, and the tears dripped down her delicate face, and smashed on the ground, shaking a circle of fine earth.

The man she was holding in her arms had his eyes closed, and his face was already bloodless.

"Madam, get up, people can't be resurrected after death, and please mourn and change." The man standing on one side, dressed in armor and carrying a saber in his hand, bowed forward and whispered to the woman who was shrouded in grief.

The woman didn't move, didn't look up at him, still drooping, her slender fingers caressing the face of the man in her arms.

The man in armor became a little impatient, straightened up, raised his voice and said: "Madam, the hour is not early, if you don't cooperate with us again, delay the auspicious time, the Holy Lord will blame it, I'm afraid that you and I can't afford it." ”

The woman jerked her head up, revealing a pair of watery eyes.

The eyes, with purple pupils, were as crystal clear as they seemed to be able to squeeze out water.

Instead of looking at the man in armor who had just spoken to her, she looked firmly at the other man next to her, who had been silent.

The man was dressed in a plain robe, his hair neatly combed back and no ornaments except for a jade pendant with a blood-colored pattern on his waist.

Seeing the woman looking at him, he hurriedly took a step forward, met him, and said with sincerity in his eyes: "If you have any orders, you can just say them." ”

The woman's lips trembled, but her eyes were unusually firm, and she said word by word: "Help me, change your heart." ”

The woman's voice was not loud, it sounded soft and weak, but it caused a sigh of embarrassment from the onlookers.

The white-robed man standing in front of her trembled even more in shock, and took a few steps back.

"For the sake of a mortal, is it worth it?"

The white-robed man asked bitterly, tears glistening in his eyes.

"I live for him with all my heart, and today he is gone, what is the use of my heart?"

Hearing the woman say this, the white-robed man let out a long sigh and was speechless.

At this time, the man in armor looked at the two of them back and forth, couldn't bear it, walked forward and scolded the woman: "You are so bold, we have already made an appointment in advance, your body does not belong to you at all, how can you talk about changing your heart now?" ”

This time, the woman finally turned her gaze to the man in armor, and the purple pupils flashed with a cold light, and the man couldn't help but feel a little chill down his spine, and shrunk his neck uncomfortably.

The woman didn't speak, just looked at him, looked up to the sky and laughed twice, the laughter pierced through the sky, as if it was going to drill into everyone's hearts, making everyone present feel cold in their hearts and couldn't help but tremble.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the woman withdrew her head, raised the corners of her mouth, and quickly pulled a dagger from her boot, and stabbed it in the chest......

Ah Zi woke up with a scream in fright, and the clothes on her body were soaked with sweat.

It turned out to be a dream......

She raised her hand and stroked her forehead, feeling her heart pound.

It's just that this dream, why is it so clear, it seems like it really happened.

The woman with the same purple pupils as herself, why did she do that, why did she feel the same heartache and the same sadness when she saw her dagger stabbed in the chest.

Ah Zi shook her head, trying to get her mood out of the dream.

She looked around and found herself lying on an ivory-white carved bed, surrounded by plain white, snow-white walls, translucent tables and other furnishings, plain curtains swaying gently in the wind.

She looked down and couldn't help but let out an exclamation: there was a thick layer of white mist floating on the ground.

Here, it's like a fairyland......

Just then a man walked in through the door.

His steps were light, and he walked without a sound; There was only a thin silver shirt draped over his body, and the shirt was made of unknown material, but it was shining with colorful light in the light; One part of the black hair was scattered behind him, and the other part was loosely tied up in a bun at the back of his head.

Looking at the person's appearance, Ah Zi was stunned.

This man has a beautiful face like a woman.

No! It should be a bewitching appearance that even women can't match.

The man came closer, smiled at Ah Zi, and said, "Are you awake?" ”

Ah Zi suddenly felt that he should be in a dream now, everything in front of him, this house, this man, seemed so unreal.

She forgot to reply for a moment, just looked at the man and laughed stupidly.

The man told her not to speak, and then asked, "Are the wounds on your body healed?" ”

Ah Zi then remembered that he had escaped with injuries before, and was finally forced to jump off the cliff.

She quickly reached out and touched the wound on her neck, but found that it didn't hurt at all, startled, opened her eyes and asked, "I...... Am I ascended to heaven? Is this the Heavenly Court? ”

When the man heard her say this, he laughed out loud, shook his head and said, "You have not ascended to heaven, and this is not the heavenly court, this is my home." ”

Ah Zi was even more confused, looking at the surrounding furnishings, still looking incredulous.

"How did I end up here? I remember falling off a cliff, why didn't I die? ”

"You fell into the lake at the bottom of this cliff, and were washed ashore by the current, and when I went out to collect medicine, I happened to see you lying on the shore, so I brought you back."

The man narrated calmly, but Ah Zi was frightened when he listened, it turned out that he was actually saved by the lake? And so coincidentally, he was met by this man like an immortal?

It's a big deal......