"After this, Xiao Jin, our emperor, never set up another queen." Mian Shuang drank the last sip of tea, and her eyes were not shocked, "My story is finished, what do you think?" ”

I replied to her: "No, I am neither Xiao Jin nor Han Cicada, so naturally I don't know what they are thinking. But if I am Xiao Jin, I should be happy, because there is someone who loves me like this; If I were a chiller, I should be happy, because the person I love is ultimately because I didn't marry again. ”

"What you say is reasonable, we are not them, how can we know what they will think in their hearts." Mian Shuang straightened her clothes and looked out the window, "I should leave too, my brother must have been waiting for me outside for a long time." ”

I sent her downstairs, there was already a rare light rain outside, and sure enough, there was a man standing tall, holding a white bamboo umbrella waiting for her outside the door, and when he saw her come down, the man stepped forward and raised the umbrella above her head.

He saw me, nodded politely to me, and turned around.

That's Xiao Ling.

A wind blew, blowing his black hair, tangled with the hair of the sleeping frost, and he couldn't straighten it out.

After walking a short distance, Mianshuang suddenly spoke, "Girl, in fact, you look like her in red." After a pause, he added, "It's getting late, so let's go home early." ”

She didn't turn her head, but simply said this to me, and then she and Xiao Ling gradually walked away, and her figure was drowned in the drizzle and breeze.

I stood for a long time, until the rain gradually touched my face, and I moved my fingers and pinched a trick to keep the drizzle out of my body.

Mian Shuang said, I am somewhat similar to the cicada, but I am not a cicada after all, I even ...... None of them can be counted as a person. Barely a flower demon.

I am a hazy flower on Wuhua Mountain.

Wuhua Mountain is a fairy mountain, and the spiritual power in the mountain is enough to support my every flowering, and my existence is to add a little color to this mountain that has been snowy all year round.

My life is long and endless, and for thousands of years, I have continued to blossom and wither, until when the heavens and the earth are reset, I will be annihilated with this mountain.

Until that day I met a woman, a woman covered in blood.

The spiritual power in her body was terrifyingly weak, and she almost crawled in front of me with the last bit of strength, and all the blood dripping from her mouth fell on me, staining my otherwise transparent leaves bright red.

She reached out tremblingly and stroked my petals, a faint breath sprayed into my face, and then I heard her speak.

She said, "My name is Wen Li. ”

This is the first thing I've ever heard.

And she just said that to me, and I couldn't feel her breath after that.

She died.

The grass and trees on Wuhua Mountain are blessed by the mountain gods, and they will not die, the first time I experienced such a thing, I didn't feel much, I just thought that a living thing could disappear so quickly.

What I didn't expect was that the woman had thousands of years of cultivation, and with her blood, it all crossed over to me.

I had enough spiritual power to transform into a human form, so that I had no reason to stay on this mountain any longer, so I went to say goodbye to the mountain god.

The mountain god didn't reproach me, nor did he keep me, she smiled very gently, she told me that the thousand-year-old cultivation on my body is not mine after all, and I need to find Jin'an's bones and fuse the cultivation.

I asked her what Jin'an bones were.

"It's the immortal bone of an immortal a thousand years ago, and it can be fused with the cultivation that repels itself, which is helpful to you."

"Where is the place where the bones of the immortals are buried?"

"Chonghuafu Cave."