"If you are willing to turn your face to the north wind, you will see happiness in a few years."

Isn't that the mantra on the wish cup?

In the golden light, Lin Yichen actually "saw" this incantation, and when he was puzzled, a jade cup gradually appeared in the endless golden light, which was the wish cup.

What is this place? Why is there a Wish Cup?

Suddenly, the endless golden light suddenly contracted, gradually pouring all into the wish cup, and finally the surroundings fell into darkness again, leaving only the wish cup that emitted a faint golden light in front of him.

However, the next moment, the wish cup suddenly shook, and a beam of golden light shot out from the wish cup, straight into the endless darkness.

But seeing a scroll suspended in the golden pillar of light, this scroll was the same scroll that was ingested by the Wish Cup on the Purple Mountain, of course, Lin Yichen didn't know it.

At this time, he was as dazed as ever, waiting for what would happen next.

Sure enough, the scroll suddenly broke away from the golden light and shot straight at Lin Yichen, like an arrow of golden light, which frightened Lin Yichen subconsciously to dodge, but suddenly felt that he couldn't move at all.

Golden light, Lin Yichen only felt that there was only golden light left between heaven and earth. Suddenly, a figure slowly appeared in the golden light, it was a woman, with long hair and a shawl, a purple gorgeous skirt robe, slender white hands, one of which held a turquoise flute.

Well? Kind of familiar!

Before Lin Yichen could think about when he had seen this woman and why such a woman appeared, another woman appeared next to the woman in purple, this time this woman was wearing a red and white dress, the lower body was a fiery red red light gauze, and the upper body was a brocade dress that matched white and red, and the design on the chest was a deep V, revealing a plump and fair-skinned career line, and the white breasts complemented the red placket.

The woman in purple gives people the feeling of being calm and faintly domineering, while the woman in the back makes people feel very sweet, but she is also noble.

However, this is not over, another woman appeared out of thin air, this woman is also purple, but her purple dress is like a gorgeous and noble evening dress, the chest is the same deep V design as the previous woman, and the back is from the shoulders to the waist to expose the white and delicate body.

The first feeling this woman gives people is domineering, undisguised domineering, sharp eyes that make people dare not look directly, and at the same time there is a kind of gloomy temperament, which makes people can't help but retreat.

Subsequently, there were women who continued to appear, all different, but all of them were peerless beauties.

"At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the dynasty was not right, the world was in chaos, and the people were not happy! The stars will appear in the world, the literature and music will descend to earth, the princes will rise together, and the heroes will compete for the deer! Heaven has a sense of it, and it descends to help the heroes and achieve hegemony! ”

As beautiful women continued to appear, Lin Yichen suddenly heard an ethereal but majestic voice echoing in this golden space.

The voice fell, and the women who had appeared one by one suddenly disappeared, and then all the golden light also dimmed and disappeared, and at the same time he fell into endless darkness, and bursts of dizziness swept in.

The words were divided into two ends, and at the moment when the woman stabbed the big knife into Lin Yichen's heart, a golden light burst out, one, two, three......

More and more golden light formed a pillar of light, and even the sunlight was eclipsed, and the pillar of light broke through the clouds and into the sky.

Everyone was shocked, including the calm woman, who couldn't help but take a few steps back, looking at the sudden vision in surprise.

"This ......" Deng Mao felt that there seemed to be a cold sweat trickling down his face, and at the same time, there was a kind of bad feeling lingering in his heart.

"Look, General!" Suddenly, a yellow turban wrestler shouted, and pointed at Lin Yichen in horror.

Deng Mao followed the prestige, only to see Lin Yichen, who was originally lying on the ground, actually stood up, no, he should have been pulled up by some unknown force.

Lin Yichen's eyes were still closed, and the blood on his body that was still gurgling began to disappear gradually under the illumination of the golden light, and the terrifying wound was also healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Deng Mao gasped, and his sense of unease became even stronger.

Different from the uneasiness of Deng Mao and others, Zhen Mi suddenly had a feeling of closeness to Lin Yichen with such a strange change in his heart, no, maybe it could be called a feeling of surrender.

Yes, the woman who was chased and killed by Deng Mao and saved by Lin Yichen was called Zhen Mi, and she was the daughter of Zhen Yi, the head of the Zhen family of the Jizhou Wang family.

This time, she went to Zhuo County, Youzhou, to meet the Yellow Turban Army led by Cheng Yuanzhi and Deng Mao on the way, and escaped alone under the desperate protection of the guards.

"Up! Kill him! Deng Maohu shouted.

The Yellow Turban wrestlers hesitated, shook their weapons and rushed forward.

And at this moment, Lin Yichen, who was shrouded in golden light, suddenly opened his eyes, and then a scroll appeared out of thin air in his hand. But seeing that the scroll suddenly opened, a golden ray shot out of it, and the golden light shot Zhen Mi and didn't enter her eyebrows.

"The body is swift and fluttering, and it is like a god; Unparalleled famous Ji, Roselle falls into the dust! ”

An ethereal and majestic word slowly came out of Lin Yichen's mouth.

The words fell, and the dazzling golden light suddenly surrounded Zhen Mi's body, and in an instant, the golden light dispersed.

It was a woman dressed in a purple gorgeous skirt, with long hair and a shawl, and her delicate figure was dazzling, and her green jade fingers held the piccolo that had always been turquoise.

The Yellow Turban Lux stopped and looked at Zhen Mi in surprise. Even Zhen Mi herself looked at herself with a little surprise, her calm expression was complicated with a little doubt.

Deng Mao was already in a cold sweat, looked at Zhen Mi, and then at Lin Yichen. He shouted again: "Let's go up and kill that kid!" ”

After shouting, he burst out with the power of the Yellow Turban, and while rushing towards Lin Yichen, he shouted: "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand!" ”

"The hair is like the moon covered by light clouds, and the fluttering is like the snow of the wind."

A soft voice rose slowly, and the purple figure flew in front of Lin Yichen like a dance, facing Deng Mao and the Yellow Turban wrestlers who were charging over, she raised her piccolo and touched her lips lightly.

The melodious flute sounded, the flute sound was quiet and refreshing. However, it was such a pleasant flute sound that fell into the ears of Deng Mao and the others like a soul-destroying demon sound.

Boom!

Deng Mao, who was on the way to the charge, could no longer hold the nine-ring broadsword, and the Yellow Turban Warrior was even more unbearable, he had already dispersed and transformed, turned into an ordinary person again, and rolled on the ground in pain.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute changes, like the whispering of the devil, and it is tempting; It is like a demon whispering in the ear, eroding the soul little by little.

I saw that the expressions of Deng Mao and the others, who were originally in pain, suddenly eased down, their eyes were slightly closed, and they indulged in some kind of happy artistic conception.

The sound of the flute lasted for about three minutes before it gradually stopped.

And when Zhen Mi put down the piccolo, Deng Mao and the others also opened their eyes, but their expressions were completely different, looking at Zhen Mi, there was no longer the previous arrogance and frivolity in their eyes, and they were left with submission.