What kind of world is this?

Xie Xiaoman had heard of those truly great monks, and in their quiet world, there was almost no darkness.

She experienced the distortion of the scenery in front of her, stared at everything around her with wide eyes, and even looked in all directions, so she finally fell silent.

The silence is not because it is boring, but because it is shocking.

It's not that hearing is false, it's just that I can't believe it.

But now, everything in front of him has already explained everything, Xie Xiaoman even unfolded his spiritual sense to confirm it, and what he got was still the answer in front of him.

On the shoulder, it is the hand of summer flowers, gentle, warm, and even with the same fragrance as summer flowers.

In her ears is her exhalation, the so-called gentle style, I don't think so.

Xie Xiaoman turned his head and couldn't see Xia Hua's face, but he could see the other Xia Hua in her ear, so he was slightly silent.

"It's late autumn now, how did you get these summer flowers?" Xie Xiaoman asked.

Xia Hua laughed, indeed born like a summer flower, and with a kind of pride and contempt in her bones: "In my world, where will there be any spring, summer, autumn and winter." ”

Even the restrictions of the four seasons no longer have to endure, what kind of realm is such a person?

"Do you have a lot of things you don't understand? It doesn't matter, you can ask me any questions you have, and I can answer them for you. Xia Hua smiled like a flower and looked at Xie Xiaoman's eyes, "After all, you are my young master." ”

"Young master?" Xie Xiaoman was stunned, such a word. Let her mistakenly think that she is a young master of a pawnshop......

"There is a god in Kunlun, and his name is soft. And you are the one who inherited the Rouran bloodline. Xia Hua said sincerely.

"God? Is there really a god in this world? ”

"I don't know what a true God is. But when the world thinks so, the Lord becomes God. Xia Hua smiled slightly, "If you are united, you can naturally become a god." ”

"What is that young master? Is it okay to eat? ”

"God is the Lord, and you have the blood of the Lord flowing in your body, so you are naturally our young master."

Xie Xiaoman's eyes widened.

Xia Hua smiled: "Don't get me wrong, it's not that you are the daughter of the Lord." You may have heard of it. Once every seventy-seven years, the god of Rouran will be scattered among the world. Seventy-seven pieces at a time, and you are one of them. So to speak. You are one of the seventy-seven sons of my God. Although there is no real bloodline, it is more intimate than blood. Because of you, you are Rouran. ”

Xie Xiaoman's brain was a little dizzy.

"But they said, 'I'm dying.'" Xie Xiaoman's throat was slightly dry. "No one is willing to tell me what happened. But it told me about my future. ”

"The people of the Central Plains don't know about the miracles of my god, but they have hearsay, which is what we say today." Xia Hua smiled contemptuously, "What a joke, is my god such a mean and unkind person?" ”

Xie Xiaoman tried his best to wisp the confusion in his head, trying to find a real line.

What is true and what is false. What is Rouran......

"What I say is true, and what they say is false. You are Rouran. ”

Seeing Xie Xiaoman's suspicious eyes raised, Xia Hua smiled softly: "You are in my world, of course I can see it." She raised her beautiful finger and pointed at Xie Xiaoman's head, "I can see what this little head is thinking." ”

"But I still don't get it." Xie Xiaoman's voice became more and more dry and hoarse, "But I'm not soft after all." Just one of the seventy-seven pieces. ”

When she said seventy-seven, Xie Xiaoman's voice tightened, and for some reason, the current situation made her very uncomfortable.

"So, what about the others? If we are just scattered fragments, then he must take us all back? If it's time to take it back, are we ...... Just dead? ”

Xia Hua took half a step forward, her gentle hand was like a warm breeze in summer, gently holding Xie Xiaoman's side face, her eyes were as gentle as water: "I am soft, how can I be such a person." You forgot what I'm talking about? You're Rouran. ”

"I don't understand what you mean."

"You are a wise man, you should understand, not to mention that you have the blood of my god in you. After my god is scattered, there will be no real essence, and all seventy-seven pieces are completely equal. Do you understand? ”

"You mean to say," Xie Xiaoman's voice was completely hoarse, "I could also become Rouran?" ”

Xia Hua laughed, as bright as Xia Hua's tens of thousands of openings: "You were originally Rouran." ”

Xie Xiaoman's mind was a little confused, she just subconsciously looked at the almost dark world in front of her, and she didn't know what she was thinking

Maybe it's because it's so chaotic that even Xia Hua can't hear her heart.

There were no white clouds and blue skies, no nights and no stars overhead, just transparent fireballs that kept flowing and throbbing, emitting heat that could not burn them, but was enough to burn a continent.

In Xie Xiaoman's quiet world, there was a black aura all around, waiting for her to absorb it. But here, all around is nothingness, nothingness, as if nothing ever existed.

A void.

Xie Xiaoman looked at this piece of nothingness, and a sense of déjà vu gradually emerged in the bottom of his heart, which was also a piece of indifference and nothingness, as if he was standing at the top of the world, looking down on all living beings.

Xia Hua could feel the soft aura emanating from Xie Xiaoman's body, she was very happy, and even took a deep breath, so the summer flowers in her ears bloomed even more luxuriantly.

What a beautiful taste.

Xia Hua admired.

"I don't understand," Xie Xiaoman spoke again, her indifferent blood had begun to awaken, so her voice was no longer dry and ugly, "If I want to become Rouran, I need to plunder the other seventy-six pieces of blood?" ”

Xia Hua laughed, stretched out her hand to brush the broken hair around her ear, and nodded gently, just like the elegance and gentleness of a woman in a Japanese kimono.

Xie Xiaoman's eyes showed a look of confusion: "However, if the power is plundered, they will die." ”

"Of course not," Xia Hua smiled softly, becoming more and more gentle, "The power of softness in their bodies will only disappear, and it will not have any effect on them." There are even many people, although they have a soft bloodline, but because of the limitations of their own physical bodies, they do not have any spiritual energy cultivation, and they are just ordinary people. What's so bad about turning them from ordinary people into ordinary people? ”

Xie Xiaoman didn't fully believe these words, but the indifference in his body became stronger and stronger, so he looked at Xia Hua's eyes, and gradually deepened the color.

His eyes were like ink spots, but he couldn't hold anything in the pitch black.

Xia Hua watched her heart palpitations, but at the same time, she was excited to watch.

"Since there are now seventy-seven Rouran in this heaven and earth, why did you choose me?" Xie Xiaoman's tone became indifferent, although Xia Hua was half a head taller than her, but now Xie Xiaoman seemed to be looking down at her.

Xia Hua's eyes became brighter and brighter, and she was very satisfied with the breath on Xie Xiaoman's body, this aura was indeed very powerful, and the lord did not see the wrong person.

"Because you are the one who has inherited the most Rouran bloodline among the seventy-seven pieces now." Xia Hua licked her lips and looked very excited, "And, as I said before, most of these seventy-seven lives are impossible to cultivate. Their fate is just to become a container for the Rouran bloodline, and the Rouran aura on their bodies will eventually be retrieved by you. ”

"Even so, why are you helping Rouran?"

"Rouran is the great god of Kunlun, and it is also my faith."

"But if I really follow what you said, take back the other Rouran bloodlines, and in the end, become Rouran...... I'm not, I'm going to disappear? Xie Xiaoman narrowed his eyes.

Xia Hua smiled and shook her head: "Of course not." Because you are Rouran, Rouran is you, what you are doing is just retrieving your previous memories. My God, how can you be equated with mortals? ”

Xie Xiaoman fell silent, this time, she was silent for a long time.

She could feel that in this quiet world she was in, far away, far, far away, there were still some remnants of spiritual energy floating, scattered, like nebulae in the depths of the universe.

Sometimes Xie Xiaoman feels that this quiet world is too much like the universe. And the fireball absorbed by the aura is the scorching star at the center of the universe.

It's just that in this universe, there is nothing but stars and chaotic nebulae.

"How can I trust you?" I don't know how long it took, Xie Xiaoman finally asked.

Xia Hua thought about it carefully, and then spoke.

She said slowly, so she seemed very serious: "I'll take my time and make you believe it." ”

Then she waved her hand, and the world in front of Xie Xiaoman's eyes flipped and twisted again, falling back into the real world.

Beneath your feet is a wooden deck, and you can hear the sound of the tide of the river and the occasional human voice.

She looked at the beautiful woman holding an oil-paper umbrella beside her, and her heart was empty.

Then she raised her head and looked in Jiang Xin's direction.

There, the spiritual wall that had just been erected was still "drifting with the flow", occasionally blown by the wind, but it was solid and tight, and there was no possibility of being blown apart.

And a little farther away, there was a lonely boat, with only a few people on it, except for the oarsman, Li Chuanchuan and Xue Zicheng were both on it.

They were rushing to the opposite shore.

The boat on the north shore is also returning, and in such a night, you can only see countless lights fluttering, like ghost fires of unjust ghosts.

Xie Xiaoman could feel that the ghost aura over there was indeed not small.

But she wasn't worried, she hadn't seen Xue Zicheng make a move, and this time it was a good opportunity.

"This guy is kind of interesting." Xia Hua looked at the Yiye Bian Boat where Xue Zicheng was, tilted her head slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

At this time, Xue Zicheng seemed to hear her words, turned his head to look at this side, and then took out the dagger and swiped it lightly on his wrist.

Blood, dripping on the Yangtze River. (To be continued......)