The pain came suddenly, and before Honglian could react, she felt that her legs were weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Cold sweat penetrated her hair and skin, she covered her head and sat in place in a daze, and whispered: "...... Wait a little longer. ”

She didn't say what to wait for, she didn't say how long it would take, but the headache suddenly receded like a tide, as if the headache she had just felt was just an illusion, but the instantly soaked clothes showed that she was not an illusion.

Red Lotus's eyes were full of fine luster, and despite Xia Yue's retention, she left the village alone the next morning.

In the dense jungle of vegetation, Red Lotus is as if she has returned to her mother's body and is at ease, Red Lotus unceremoniously swept the Eternal Night Forest, after level 30, all the cities except the last main city are opened, and the shops that should be bought are all done for Xi Rui, and the aborigines and players who should be brushed up on her good feelings have all done it for Xi Rui, her purpose is clear, the Eternal Night Forest will be her last stop in the Southern Continent, and then ...... It's time to take control of your body back to Ciri.

Although she was a little reluctant, she couldn't hold on for long.

……

Ciri looked around in confusion, and the familiar furnishings were in the room of the station. The room was quiet and there was no sound to be heard, and the incense in the incense burner was smoking, as if it was contaminated with unreal fireworks, confused and dazed. She had a good nose, and after a moment of careful identification, she knew what it was.

Soul incense.

Was it ordered for her?

She felt that she had a long dream, in which ten years passed in a flash, and she was floating in the world to watch the world change, but she could not participate in it. And then she came back all of a sudden, back to before the accident, and changed a lot of things, and on the surface, it did change.

But has it really changed? She didn't dare to think about it.

The dream was so real that she thought she should live in the dream, but why did she wake up?

She remembered an unfamiliar voice whispering in her ear.

"I'll give you a chance to be reborn."

"In return, you help me"

The ethereal aftermath is still in my ears. Strange but nice to hear, yet familiar, her head was like a mess of mush. Who is he? What can she help him? What else did he say? Why is she not impressed at all? Ciri couldn't come up with an answer, but she remembered. Finally the man tapped her brow, and a golden light penetrated into her brow, and she woke up.

That golden light is an anonymous exercise. She didn't remember these things at all before, but after this exercise appeared, she remembered these scenes that were buried in the depths of her memory like fragments.

The other party obviously has something else to ask for. But why did she forget about it?

Although the man in her memory was facing her, for some reason, she couldn't see his face. The other party's face seems to be shrouded in a cloud, which makes people can't see it really.

Su Ruosheng didn't have time to think about the reason, her mind was attracted by those handwritings, and all her minds had already run according to the methods described in the handwriting.

A knock on the door interrupted her cultivation, and after being forced to interrupt her cultivation, Xi Rui subconsciously raised her voice and called, "Come in." ”

Kong Sang pushed open the door, looked at her angrily and said, "Why don't you go out yet." It's going to be late. ”

Kusang's long hair has been cut much shorter, and his face is better than before.

Xi Rui's face was full of confusion, and Kusan opened his mouth, and the ghost screamed in pain, "Aren't you, have you forgotten?" Yesterday, I said that I was going to play a new copy together. ”

"What copy?"

"Imperial Mausoleum, have you really forgotten?" Kong-sang asked in shock.

Ciri smiled and nodded, "I'll be here in a moment." ”

"Alright then, you hurry up." Kusan grunted out the door, and the door closed. Ciri smiled on her face.

She walked over to the vanity mirror and gazed at her own appearance. I grew a little taller, and my eyebrows and eyes grew a little longer. Although it is a very subtle change, she has not changed for more than ten years, a little transformation. It's all obvious to her.

She instantly remembered that the last memory before she fell unconscious was plotted by someone, and after the other party said those words, Yukihime's silence became the last straw that overwhelmed her. A few months of friendship are not as good as more than ten years of admiration and loyalty, she should have understood it a long time ago.

A mocking smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. This was followed by a rapid convergence.

I don't know how long I was in a coma, and I don't know what happened. It's just that she didn't expect the other party to light soul incense for her. The effect of the incense used to sacrifice ghosts and gods in the world is so weak that it is almost none, and the soul condensing incense that is useful to her is only available in the cultivation realm, and the price is very high. Red Lotus can't go to the cultivation realm now, and I don't know where it came from.

She wanted to change into her familiar clothes, so she searched for the ring and suddenly found a thin notebook.

It's a very common notepad in grocery stores, and you can buy one for a few copper coins. Ciri casually flipped through a few pages, then closed it with a "snap".

Her face was filled with all kinds of strange looks for a moment, and the intertwined face was a little hideous, shocked, nostalgic, confused, incredulous, sad, and at the same time a little resentful.

It is a note left by Red Lotus, which records the things that Red Lotus experienced and found useful, as well as some conjectures, which are very detailed.

She didn't feel surprised, but was inexplicably angry, and even she couldn't understand why. That indescribable, unexplained anger swept over the entire chest little by little, and people couldn't help but want to destroy Yiqiē's desire to destroy.

With the last bit of reason to stop his gaffe, he barely calmed down after a while, threw the note with a deep fingerprint into the ring, and continued to look for clothes with a calm face, and finally found a set, compared it with his body, found that it was shorter, sighed, pulled the black dress on his body and walked out.

There are some people who are very familiar with the dungeon, and there are also some players who don't know each other at all. Even the Nightflame she founded felt full of alienation and strangeness.

She was distracted and remembered that the first page of the note was the sharp and arbitrary handwriting of the red lotus.

You were in a coma for a year and three months.

More than a year is enough time to change the face of many people and things, and she looked up at the crowd of people laughing and talking happily, and a dark color crossed her eyes.

The Imperial Mausoleum is a large copy of 100 people, and this copy is triggered by the task, so when it was triggered, an announcement was made to announce to the world, and there was no so-called opportunity, and whoever grabbed the first kill had to rely on luck.

The dungeon officially opens at 10 o'clock, and as the trigger of the mission, Ciri has the qualification to enter first. I have to say that this qualification is still somewhat useful, and glancing at the almost full players in front of the dungeon, Ciri let out a small breath.

Because it is a wasteland opening configuration, there are many gods in the team, and the burning sky naturally let Xi Rui follow behind him, Xi Rui glanced at the greatly changed skill panel, and his face suddenly became bitter.

With so many unfamiliar skills, it is not a problem for her to write them down, but the copy will be opened in twenty minutes, and it may be a little unsmooth to cooperate at that time.

She also caught a glimpse that her trumpet was also in the team, and even if she hung up, it was only enough to hang up one number, and she cut to the trumpet and glanced at it a few times, and her face became even more ugly.

(To be continued.) )