The clouds around him were shallow and faint, the cold wind blew on his cheeks and hurt slightly, Liu Mengli's eyes were sour, and the overflowing tears slowly drifted in the air that he couldn't grasp.

The ink pattern is actually the life-seeking pattern.

It was not long ago that I found out that there was such a trace in my palm. At that time, she didn't care too much, but Xi Zhong noticed it and felt that the ink lines were strange, so she went to read a lot of ancient scrolls in private.

However, it is recorded in the ancient scrolls that this is a bad omen that very few dream tapirs encounter.

This was going back many years. At that time, in the Illusion Realm, in fact, only the Dream Tapir clan lived here. Ten thousand demons also come and go at will, and they are always controlled by the Dream Tapir Clan.

Among the ten thousand demons, in addition to the Dream Tapir Clan, the Ink Fox Clan is the most prestigious.

At first, everyone was in harmony, and there was not much estrangement due to racial differences. However, after a few hundred years, the Mohu tribe gradually developed two hearts, thinking that it was better to go out and break through like the Dream Tapir tribe who were trapped in the phantom realm and lived in nothingness.

This heart is a lifetime, and it is difficult to turn back.

When the demons knew that Mohu had this idea, the unwilling people immediately responded. The leader of the Dream Tapir initially tried to suppress it, but how did he know that the Mohu Clan had been planning this matter for a long time. After the first suppression failed, the leader of the Dream Tapir wanted to talk to the Ink Fox group.

Although the mana of the leader of the black fox group is not as good as that of the dream tapir, the nature of the dream tapir is not as cunning and ruthless as that of the fox group.

The leader of the ink fox went to negotiate with the leader of the dream tapir with the idea of burning the jade.

As for the aftermath, it was the death of the leader of the ink fox, and the new leader who had been decided long ago immediately led the demons who had two hearts to take advantage of the chaos to escape from the Illusory Realm. Although the leader of the dream tapir saved his life, when he thought that the demons had left the illusion realm and the world was about to be in chaos, he inevitably blamed himself, and finally died of exhaustion.

Before he died, the leader of the ink fox used the forbidden law, which made the ink fox clan and the dream tapir clan bond for generations, and they met once in a hundred years. If it does, only one of the two can survive.

The ink pattern is the embodiment of this bond.

And the so-called fetters are said to mean that under the forbidden law, the ink fox and the dream tapir will give birth to an ink pattern at the same time. With the gradual growth and cultivation of the demon itself, the spells have their own strengths. Until the two demons meet, the strong spell will devour the weak and become the new leader of the demon world.

Liu Mengli only knew that his fate was a black fox that had been practicing for thousands of years. As for where the ink fox was, she didn't want to know, let alone look for it.

She just thought, just waiting for her life to run out.

Murong Ziying tilted her head slightly, and the green silk was scattered in the wind. In the gap between her hair, she saw that Liu Mengli was closing her eyes lightly, tears fell all over her cheeks, and her heart hurt suddenly.

"Dream ......"

“…… Well? Liu Mengli turned sideways to cover her face, and wiped away her tears with her clothes by the way, "It's nothing, I'm fine." ”

"......" Murong Ziying turned her head and half-closed her eyes.

OK? Mengli, why do you always have to show people with a very strong appearance? It used to be to Tianhe and Lingsha, but now it's to me.

Liu Mengli took a deep breath and said softly in a soothing tone: "Ziying, I'm afraid I won't be able to work with you to find a way to save Lingsha in the future." You have to ...... Take good care of yourself. ”

"Why can't you join me?" Suddenly, he changed his tone and changed his words, "We are close friends. ”

"It's not about my best friend, it's time for me to get back to my eyes...... It's been some time since it came out, and the affairs of the Illusory Realm still need to be resolved. ”

Murong Ziying sighed quietly, and her heart wandered. Then I erased the distractions in my heart and finally made a decision.

When Liu Mengli was about to finish speaking, he waved his sleeves slightly. The purple sword body instantly broke through the fog flower and fell towards the clouds. The place where he fell was actually a drunken flower yin.

At this time, it is the season of flowers, and the delicate colors everywhere are dyed all over this small sky, making the whole drunken flower yin look so hazy. The brocade-like flowers hang down, and a trace of silk is in front of you, as if you are at your fingertips.

Revisiting the old place, Liu Mengli suddenly felt sad and joyful in her heart, and involuntarily took a few steps away from the sword. Facing the long and densely hanging branches, she couldn't help but turn around in a circle, wanting to catch the petals falling beside her. The purple skirt is slightly rolled up, with just the right amount of arc and floating pink shawl like a butterfly dance.

Murong Ziying watched from the sidelines, but her thoughts and reality were split in half. But it is like a broken thread, and it is difficult to make it clear.

At the age of six, he was still a naughty child......

"I didn't expect that after so many years, the phoenix flower is still blooming." Liu Mengli tiptoed lightly, stretched out her hand to hold up a cluster of buds, and said softly. Murong Ziying said "um", and casually continued: "It should be waiting for the old man." ”

"The deceased?" Liu Mengli was stunned, and instantly thought of Xuanxiao, and couldn't help but sigh.

The same place, the same phoenix flower, but the person is nowhere to be seen.

"The spirit of the wind is long. I think slowly, and it will never backfire. When will you fly? She muttered.

However, Liu Mengli reacted again in an instant. Raise your sleeves and cover your mouth, and say no more.

Murong Ziying knew that she was out of shape, and coughed lowly, her expression quite unnatural. After a little silence, he said, "Mengli, this time...... Don't go back, okay? Seeing the surprise in Liu Mengli's eyes, he added: "I mean the Illusory Realm." ”

Liu Mengli knew that he had never liked to fight for something, and this time he opened his mouth to keep it, which may also be the only time for him, he was inevitably upset, and said inattentively: "The Illusion Realm, in fact, I have entrusted it to Xi Zhong and the two envoys of the evil spirit." Raising his hand and brushing his sideburns, he turned sideways, "I'm just a nominal palace master, and his second envoy is naturally more powerful than me to control the Illusionary Realm, and I also believe in them." So for all the years since my mother left, I have been living in the Phantom Creek Mausoleum under the jurisdiction of Phantom Eyes. At this point, Liu Mengli mourned her eyes and stroked the ink lines on her palm. Murong Ziying suddenly remembered what happened in Hanjia Village just now, and she didn't care about the lie she told before, so she hurriedly asked, "What is the ink pattern on your palm?" ”

"Huh? It's not a ......," she looked up slightly to see that he didn't believe him, and explained, "It's just some characteristics of the Dream Tapir." ”

"Sue me to the truth."

Liu Mengli met his stern eyes, and suddenly stopped talking. With another flick of his hair, he slowly walked under a phoenix tree.

"You said that you will take me as a close friend, and best friends should share weal and woe......" Murong Ziying pretended to talk relaxedly, but she already had mixed feelings in her heart.

Best friend, such a tough two words, two words he hates so much, but now it is ridiculous that he has become the first word for him to keep her.

Liu Mengli was silent, just looked at the dark low stone under the tree, waved his sleeves and conjured up some stone tables and stone benches, and then sat down.

Si You moved with his heart and suddenly appeared in his arms. Liu Mengli bowed her head slightly, pressed the empty string with her bare hands, and sang softly:

Baguio brocade is empty, tears are condensed, and fingers are flying and playing stringless music. Sad, mournful and difficult to send flowers. Yulin bell, how much affection is left under the eaves?

Sigh is the old hatred on the eyebrows, and the gentleman has not yet returned. The cuckoo pressed the branches and sprinkled blood, and the sky and water were separated.

If you don't see it, why can't you stop the music in the cabinet? Sauvignon Blanc, the candles fall in the long night, and the sky is bright.

"This tune...... You...... Do you remember ......" Murong Ziying was stunned.

"Huh?!" Liu Mengli responded, her face changed suddenly, and she was shocked, "I don't know who this song should be except him...... It's you?! ”