When the first rays of sunlight shone on the soft couch, Ruozi rolled over, blinked an eye, and woke up. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The fiery red skirt is extraordinarily enchanting in the newborn sun, and the woman in the sun has a faint halo, and the girl's charm is fully revealed.

Stretched out his hand to take the transparent fairy bottle next to the bed, tilted his head, and drank the fairy dew, and with a wave of his slender and light black hand, the fairy bottle disappeared in an instant.

There was a faint human voice, and it was very noisy.

Ruozi frowned and stood up, she had always liked to be lively, but she didn't like to be noisy.

In the blink of an eye, all the prosperity is gone, and the scene of last night is restored. The sun shines on the bamboo leaves, and the dew on the tip of the bamboo is crystal clear under the sunlight, which seems to be the only pure thing in the world.

The dew was weightless, and at the moment of falling, the pale black but slender hand reached over, and the dew fell on her palm with a "snap", seeping into her skin with the reflected sunlight.

Look up and watch.

A group of people came from a distance, men and women, and in front of them was an old man, white from head to toe, and his white beard was the most eye-catching. There seemed to be anger emanating from the crowd, and people were talking about something, pointing and drawing, very noisy and noisy.

No one saw the woman in front of her who was quietly watching everything, her fiery red skirt swaying on the ground, so conspicuous, but no one noticed her, but the old man walked quietly in front, as if he could not hear all the noise, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Ruozi stood in horror, she already clearly felt the aura of danger, and it became more and more solemn, and when the crowd approached her, her suffocation increased by a point.

Just stand still, watching, expressionless. Although she always likes to hide from her mother and sneak into the world, she has never felt such a sense of danger that suffocates her.

Gradually, gradually, gradually, but everyone ignored her presence, and people were still talking and arguing, and nothing had changed because of this woman...... Someone actually passed through her body, as if she didn't exist.

Ruozi was stunned, and after half a ring, she came back to her senses, only to find that the crowd had gone away, leaving only a faint back, and Ruozi stretched out her hand.

"Hey, you ......"

Suddenly stopped, looked around, and the withered yellow bamboo leaves that had just been trampled by the crowd flew up and were dusty.

Ruozi carried her skirt and trotted all the way, and she suddenly understood.

This must have been the time and space of the mother's time, the mother must have sent her here, and she had been invisible, so it must have been arranged by the mother.

Bamboo buildings on all sides, surrounded by mountains; The verdant is intense, and the ancient stone statue stands in the middle; There was water flowing, but the crowd was too noisy to hear the water.

Quickly, all the people stood beside the stone statue, worshipping reverently, and what was being said in their mouths was something that Ruozi could not understand.

When I got closer, I found that there was a woman kneeling in front of the stone statue, and the woman left her a back, but it could be seen from the back that she must be a national color and a fragrance.

The back is very light, the sun is very dazzling, and Ruozi stretches out her sleeve in front of her eyes.

When I looked up, I saw that it was a woman. Like stepping on water and walking in the air, the skirt carved in stone is lifelike, as if the woman is dancing alive, and the skirt shakes with her beating.

The old man stepped forward, and suddenly there was no sound in the crowd, and in silence, it seemed that all breathing had stopped, and everyone looked in the same direction.

"Fairy ......," the old man bent down to help her up.

Wakako was stunned for a moment when she heard the name, and the woman got up and turned her head. Gazing at her eyebrows, she froze for a moment, that woman clearly looked like a mother! What's the difference? She couldn't tell.

"Mother!"

Ruozi shouted loudly, but the woman in front of the stone statue turned a deaf ear, and the woman was plain and expressionless, but she could not hide her beauty.

Ruozi walked over gently, stood beside the woman, looked at her, and looked at everyone indifferently. She wanted to know what was going to happen, what was going on with her mother, who was the mother at that time.

A few men approached with a man, breaking the silence.

After a few moments, the crowd resumed its previous hustle and bustle.

Ruozi just watched quietly, the man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with long hair fluttering, had a kind of unearthly and fresh beauty. Everyone was also amazed by his beauty, many people had only heard of him, but had not seen him, but not today this man would probably become a legend in the town of the world.

Feng Shang approached, glanced at the fairy, stepped forward, and took her hand: "Fairy, they didn't embarrass you!" ”

The fairy shook her head and said softly, "No, withering is good to me. The fairy smiled softly, trying to hide the hurt that people had done to her.

"Really?" Bong asked her in disbelief, and his eyes never left the woman for a moment.

"Really." The fairy lowered her head, her long hair pouring down, obscuring all her expressions.

Feng Shang still looked at her in disbelief, and didn't ask more questions when she spoke like this, just raised his head and looked at the crowd indifferently: "What's coming at me, don't embarrass the fairy!" The tone was cold, like a knife piercing into everyone's heart.

In a blink of an eye, there was ruthlessness in his eyes, "Withering, torturing a woman, do you think it's fun?" ”

His fingers fiddled with the flute, as if he was smiling but not laughing.

Ruozi was stunned when she watched from the side, she didn't expect that her uncle could be so beautiful, cold and arrogant.

Dry Cun was a little scared in his heart, he had seen the power with his own eyes, and even the ten elders including him were almost defeated in his hands.

"This is the rule of the ancestors, and outsiders are not allowed to enter the town." Withering has a lot of words, as if trying to convince him to give up.

"The outsider here is me, not her! Why did you treat her like that? Besides, she's your only daughter! Offering a fit of rage, Withering already clearly felt that he was condensing the aura of heaven and earth.

"And me!"

A voice seemed to come from the ground, and the people were so stunned that they didn't dare to make any sound.

The crowd followed the prestige, and a man appeared in the distance, descending from the sky.

His silver-white hair reached his waist, his eyebrows were slender and long, his face was like a crescent, and his gray robe was getting whiter and whiter in the sun.

The breath of the king was so overwhelming that people were so shocked that they couldn't speak, quiet, more stone than a stone statue.

Ruozi opened her mouth wide, trying not to scream.

"It turns out that my father is really so beautiful, three points more beautiful than my uncle."

Ruozi secretly thought in her heart that she had never seen her father since her father left suddenly a thousand years ago, but she didn't expect to see her young and beautiful father in reverse time and space.

With a light smile, the white fan shook gently, and the two divine birds stopped on his shoulders, one left and one right.

Withering was stunned again, his body stiffened, and his face was extremely pale. (To be continued.) )