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The shallow grass spreads to the horizon endlessly, there are no mountains, no water, and there seems to be no breath of life.

A woman dressed in purple clothes dragged the ground in an independent corner of the height, the boundary between the divine realm and the human world was behind her, and colorful light flowed slowly behind her.

A wide and boundless waterfall cascades down, silently glowing with a strange brilliance.

The thin bundle of hair was blown by the wind, and the sun shone on her white skin, and a faint circle of light spread around her. The well-defined facial features have no expression, no expectation, but the whole body exudes a suffocating ghost.

Thin ribbons fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were so cold that they seemed to be in a thousand-year-old cold pool, making the air forget to flow.

The guard bowed his brow and held his breath, never before in her solemn eyes, and the storm seemed to be coming.

Loneliness and helplessness were hidden deeply, deeply, so silently, for a long, long time, and time flowed slowly, as if it were centuries long.

Behind her, Lan Er Bi'er looked at the woman in front of her with a complicated mood.

The woman kept looking at the horizon, quietly watching the sun turn from bright red to pale red, and finally slowly set in the orange sunset.

A divine bird, fleeting, amber eyes looked stunned. With a wave of slender fingers in the air, the divine bird fell from the sky, landed on the ground, fluttered its wings, and in an instant, vanished.

The guard stood respectfully like a statue, far away, unable to see any of her expressions, and did not dare to speculate.

The two women behind her saw the helpless smile on the corner of her mouth, and after a while, they returned to normal, as if the expression had never appeared on her cheeks, and the two women also lost their minds.

When the last clouds disappeared completely in the sky, and after nightfall, the dew dripped down, heavy, like a sigh, wetting the memory.

The moon slowly climbed up, and the woman maintained the same posture for a long time, like a weathered statue.

She came back to her senses when the moon was in the sky, and looked at her shadow elongated by the moonlight demurely, and her clear eyes had a hazy color like the moon.

Half a ring, turned around gorgeously, and his lips opened slightly: "Cultivating Lingzi." ”

In the blink of an eye, Xiu Lingzi appeared in front of her and knelt down on one knee, "Master, what do you command?" ＂

His long hair covered half of his face, and he couldn't see his face and expression clearly.

The woman who was alluring to the country seemed to be looking at him, her eyes were excited, "Go and get Ruozi back, and in an hour, come to the Lingluo Palace to see the main palace." ”

"But, master, ......"

Xiu Lingzi looked up, and the same beautiful man, with his left hand on his knee, seemed to be unfinished.

The woman looked at him only once, only at once, indisputable, and with deep anticipation in her eyes.

"No."

Lowering her head again, Xiu Lingzi retreated, her back gradually disappeared from everyone's field of vision, Lan Er Bi'er turned her head and looked at the woman.

"Go back to the palace."

"No."

Lan Er Bi'er stepped forward quickly, supporting her left and right, and the guards knelt down in unison, and then followed them neatly.

With a wave of her right hand, the waterfall disappeared, leaving a black hole in its wake, where there was actually nothing.

Inside the Reiki Palace.

The candlelight flickered, a light gold, not luxurious, but solemn. The phoenix hovers over the roof, the light green double dragon chair symbolizes peace and hope, and the moonlight casts in and overlaps.

Lan Er Bi'er helped her in, the moonlight fell on them, and the double dragon chair had a strange brilliance.

When the phoenix saw it, it stopped, one left and one right on the goddess's shoulder, and stroked her silver hair affectionately with her wings, and Lan'er Bi'er stepped aside.

"Okay, stop making trouble, let's play."

smiled lightly, gently stroking the phoenix's feathers, as if doting on his own child.

The phoenix flew out with the phoenix, and at the door of the main hall, she looked back at her with a heart, and saw that she always looked up at them and smiled, and the refreshing smile stayed at the corner of her lips, and they waved their wings and hugged each other reluctantly.

"This is the winged bird! Even the branches are nothing more than that! How can earthly people be able to do it? ”

The voice was very soft, like the wind, flowing slowly in the air, as if talking to oneself and to the people next to him.

Lan Er Bi'er glanced at each other, and quickly helped her sit on the double dragon chair, standing quietly behind her, her eyes were quiet, like the moonlight outside the hall.

Slender fingers stroked every corner of the double dragon chair, closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fell, and she breathed hard, as if the person had always been by her side and never far away.

"Goddess Qiyu, Miss Kite is back."

A guard with a sword knelt on one knee at the entrance of the temple.

Wake up from a dream, slowly open your eyes, and return to reality, as if something has penetrated through your heart, and the pain has always been there, and it is even more obvious when you fall asleep.

"Kite greets the master."

The kite knelt down on one knee, and the hem of her skirt swayed in the wind.

"Kite, come to the main palace."

The woman smiled, the corners of her lips raised, her eyebrows curved, beckoning, and radiant.

"No."

The kite answered softly and stepped forward.

"Stand down, all of you."

"No." The palace maids left one after another.

The kite knelt on one knee in front of the woman and stared at her.

"Kite, Wang, is there any news?"

The eyes are bright, and the expectation in my heart is so obvious.

"Goddess Qiyu, there is still none, and the jade pillow has not been found."

Kite said softly, watching her expression change from expectation to disappointment, and in an instant, the hearts of the three women were also tightened.

As if he was used to hearing the news, he propped his right hand on the dragon chair, and there was disappointment in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Lan'er knelt beside her on one knee and said softly: "Master, we are gods, there are no tears to flow wantonly, don't force yourself too much, okay?" ”

Bi'er leaned over, "Master, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Princess Ruozi." Princess Wakako is only 1,600 years old, she is still a child, and you only have one daughter, Princess Wakako! ”

Reclining in a daze, I forgot all the existence around me.

"Master."

The kite called her softly, afraid of waking up the beauty in the dream, and the woman turned her attention to the kite and began to listen to them again.

"The Xiling Kingdom and the Cizhu Kingdom will be at war in twenty days."

"Kite, are you telling the truth?"

The woman suddenly stood up from the dragon chair, stared into the distance, saw the scene of the two countries, came back to her senses, and asked, "Kite, are you sure?" ”

The three women stood around her, and the kite looked at her and nodded vigorously, "Yes, master, I'm sure!" ”

Seeing the puzzlement of the other three, she paused and continued: "The two stars representing the Xiling Kingdom and the Gifted Kingdom have been moving recently, and there is no pattern to be found, fierce, a sign of war. ”

"Xiling and Cizhu are the most powerful countries in the world today, both in terms of military ability and comprehensive national strength, if there is really a war, the consequences are really unimaginable!" Bi'er said frankly.

Although she mainly takes care of the goddess's diet and daily life, her sources of information are also numerous.

"Yes! So please master must find a way to avoid this war! ”

In the end, Lan'er said something, and Bi'er Kite nodded vigorously in agreement.

It was so quiet that there was no sound.

The moonlight is still cold, regardless of the warmth and coldness of the world, it has nothing to do with life and death.

Others may not understand her, but the three women in front of her are the people who understand her the most in the world, understand his sadness, understand her vulnerability, and those distant stories.

If they could, they would rather bear all her sorrows and sorrows themselves. (To be continued.) )