Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers flowed under her feet, and the green gauze curtain leaped overhead, Chu Yun'er never thought that one day she would return to Beifeng Mountain, the mountains and rivers were undulating, the green sea was thousands of miles, and the hot spring valley with big stones was still lying quietly at the foot of the mountain.

"Chen, look, there"

Patrolling the valley and looking at the mountainside, the weeds and ancient trees could be seen faintly in the night, and the traces of the massacre had long been removed.

The awakened flame was very calm at this time, but it was difficult to hide the joy in his dark eyes, its home was in Beifeng Mountain, after a few years, how could he not be happy to return to his hometown again.

In the depths of the North Peak Mountain, in the midst of clouds and mist, the mountains are steep, and the huge colorful birds are happily shuttling in the clouds and mist, sending out "oh oh"

The singular hum of the city.

Through the layers of fog and mantle, a gray ancient palace appeared in the depths of the mountains, and on both sides of the stone path leading to the palace gate, there were fire-red Manzhu Sawah, and it seemed to be covered with blood in the night, this place was dull, depressing, and made people feel an inexplicable panic, and before they entered, Chu Yun'er wanted to retreat.

Wan Yichen pinched Chu Yun'er's palm and smiled comfortingly, in fact, he was not familiar with this place, and the pangolin was highly respected, which made him a little curious, hoping that Yun'er would not dislike this place.

"Your Highness, Greetings to Your Highness"

A person suddenly appeared in front of him, his face was full of joy and excitement, and without waiting for Wan Yichen to speak, he stood sideways on the side of the road, stretched out his right hand, and put on an exaggerated invitation posture, "Your Highness, please, Madame, please"

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Chu Yun'er was stunned, it turned out to be armor, I haven't seen her for a few days, the armor has changed, she is wearing a silver cloud brocade dress, wearing a white jade crown on her head, and there is a smug smile on her handsome face, when she caught a glimpse of Chu Yun'er's eyes, he blinked twice, and his face was full of flattery.

The corners of Chu Yun'er's mouth twitched, this is like a general of a country galloping on the battlefield and bravely resisting the enemy, but like a dog leg who can only flatter and flatter.

She looked at Yan'er in her arms happily, wondering why Yan'er didn't pounce on the armor as soon as she saw it as she did in the past, only to see Yan'er looking at the armor with a smile on her face blankly, Chu Yun'er clearly saw the corners of its mouth trembling a few times.

Yan'er looked at the armor from top to bottom several times, and the bun that used to be pulled up with chopsticks was neatly tied at the top of the hair today, and the silver light walked up "clang"

The ringing armor turned into a silver cloud brocade today, especially the terrifying face with a horizontal knife wound was as white as jade today, the eyebrows were like sword peaks, the eyes were like stars, the nose was like a hanging gall, and the teeth between the red lips with perfect arcs were as white as pearls, and the flames blinked in disbelief.

The object of the sunset being played with has become so handsome and incomparable today, although it looks very comfortable and dazzling, but it can't be transformed into a human figure now, looking at his perfect and dazzling appearance, it feels a long time of loss, so it buries its head in Yun'er's arms in frustration.

The smile on the armor's face froze, what's wrong?

Isn't he good-looking, Yan'er doesn't seem to be happy?

"The slave flower is enchanting, I have seen His Highness"

The sudden female voice was like the sound of a silk and bamboo orchestra, delicate with a little demon, soft with a little charming, like a trickle straight to the bones, Chu Yun'er raised her head in surprise, only to see a few steps ahead, a young woman standing in a pavilion.

The woman folded her hands between her abdomen, slowly squatted and saluted, showing her delicacy and weakness in every movement.