The sunset melts gold, and the twilight clouds merge.

The blood-like remnant sun fell on the walls of the capital of the Northern Qi Kingdom.

The sky is blue, the clouds are blue, and the flags are waving, and the soldiers of the Eastern Yuan Kingdom wearing Xuan armor are like a torrent of black iron, surrounding the place in front of the city wall.

This scenery fell in everyone's eyes, and it was also imprinted in everyone's hearts, and many years later, the people of Northern Qi remembered this day.

In an open field in front of the city walls, a burning platform still emitted thick black smoke, adding a blow to the picturesque landscape.

Seeing that the two people on the high platform had been burned to ashes, Murong Changqing raised the long sword and announced loudly in the cheers of everyone: "Withdraw the army and return to the camp!" ”

At this time, even the people of Northern Qi cheered.

Xie Dongli quietly left the place of execution with his sleeves, walked from the path, bypassed the grove and Wangjia Village, and walked towards Yaoshan.

When they reached the peak of Medicine Mountain, it was already dark.

The mountain peaks are very high, and the black-blue canopy is within reach, as if you can pluck a star with a stretch of your hand.

Xie Dongli didn't speak, he stood on the top of Yaoshan Mountain with his hands behind his back, overlooking the earth.

There is no arrogance, no disdain, only calmness, as quiet as the starlight of a silent night.

He is the king of the land, no, he is higher than the king.

Everything is in his hands, he can turn the clouds when he wants, he can cover the rain if he wants, as long as he wants, he can own this land, but he doesn't want to.

His gaze, through this land, saw the whole starry sky!

Ying Sleeves looked at Xie Donglian's silhouette in awe, surrender and adoration. Stand beside him.

Their figures seemed to come from the eternal desolation, and they were attached to each other, before they themselves came to their senses. That's already the case.

After a long time, Xie Dongli turned around and looked at Yingsleeve and said with a smile: "Is it cold?" ”

Yingsleeve shook his head, "It's not cold." But......" she took a step closer to him and smiled, "It would be better if you gave me warm hands." ”

"Hmm." Xie Dongli reached out to hold her hand and found that she was still cold. At least one of her hands was as cold as ice.

He pulled hard and took her into his arms. Lowered her head, pinpointed the position of her lips, and latched, motionless.

His breath was blazing. It didn't take long for her to warm up.

Yingsleeve couldn't help but hug Xie Dongli back. His lips moved, and the tip of his tongue quietly stretched out, trying to break through the encirclement of his lips.

Xie Dongli let out a low laugh, and the laughter vibrated in his chest, and then transitioned from his lips to hers.

The sound of laughter that was close at hand came from him, to her lips. The vibration of laughter brought a tingling down the throat of the sleeves. Leaning straight towards her limbs.

Listening only to his chuckle, she couldn't stand anymore.

Yingsleeve tightly grasped the placket of Xie Dongli's chest, his mind was confused for a while, and he couldn't help but whisper: "Shut up!" Don't laugh anymore! ”

"Don't you? Why not? You are in charge of the heavens and the earth, can you still care if I can't laugh? Xie Dongli deliberately spoke with her lips in his mouth, and the increasingly hot air flow transitioned from his mouth to Yingsleeve's mouth.

This kind of mutual affection has a kind of touching heartstrings with special interest.

Xie Dongli's voice seemed to drill into her body, touching her most sensitive places in every place, as if on that day, Xie Dongli took the unopened tuft of new brush and sketched on her, and it was even more unbearable than that time, because this time, it was inside.

Yingsleeve thought groggily, it turned out that the communication between lovers really didn't go in from the ears......

The bright moon quietly threw moonlight on the sky, covering the couple who were nestled on the top of the mountain with a layer of silver veil.

The stars blinked, like the eyes of a naughty child, peeping at the delicate kiss between the two.

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At this time, in the yellow sand of the Northern Qi Fallen People's Holy Land, thousands of miles away from here, Xia Fan woke up leisurely.

He blinked, and saw a yellow mist in front of him, and he couldn't see his surroundings clearly.

He closed his eyes again.

His mind was a little confused, what had just happened was like a dream, he was in a trance for a moment, and he was worried about not knowing what day it was.

“…… Hey? What are you doing here? Oh, you have this thing......"

Someone chuckled and shook their heads in front of him.

He remembered seeing a man's face, but he couldn't remember him at all.

He only remembered that the scene there was very peculiar, as if half a foot had stepped into the door, but before he could settle down, a strong force struck and pushed him into the bottomless abyss.

Falling, constantly falling, not knowing how long you are going to fall, where you are going to fall.

Xia Fan's mind kept echoing what the man said.

“…… I see, we have a little bit of blood, so you can come to this place and get a glimpse of what it's like. However, that's all, nothing more. You go back, for the sake of our little similar bloodline, I'll give you a ride, remember not to open your eyes halfway, once you do, you can be reincarnated......"

Xia Fan couldn't remember the person's appearance, but miraculously remembered the person's voice.

Like a young man in his twenties, his voice is very clear, even if he speaks seriously, it seems to be laughing, no one can figure out what he is thinking, no one has the ability to figure it out.

Then his body suddenly stopped falling, and a force lifted him up from the bottom up.

And after that...... It was like a whirlpool, an endless whirlpool, and he walked through the whirlpool, unable to open his eyes, and could only know by perception that he was moving in a vast space.

He remembered what the man had said to him, and did not dare to open his eyes, for fear that if he did, he would fall into a situation from which he would never recover.

Xia Fan didn't remember how long he had been drifting, but he remembered that he couldn't stand it anymore and fainted.

When he woke up again, he still didn't dare to open his eyes, so he lay quietly on a piece of sand, motionless.

Until the wind blew and the yellow sand hit his skin. The sharp sand cut his body with blood everywhere, and he felt the pain he hadn't felt for a long time, completely different from the feeling of drifting in the whirlpool before. There's a down-to-earth roughness and realism.

He opened his eyes tremblingly.

At first, I only opened a slit, looked at it and quickly closed it.

Then when nothing unusual appeared, I tried to open my eyes again.

This time, he had been open for a little longer.

What I saw was still full of yellow sand, no unfathomable void, and no stars floating coldly in the sky. It's just yellow sand all over your eyes.

Xia Fan finally believed that he had returned to the Zhongzhou Continent.

He didn't even step into it before he was driven out of the unknowable.

However, if you think about it carefully, he is still much more cost-effective than Emperor Qi Xiao of Northern Qi.

At least he stepped into the door. Although I didn't really set foot on that land, I did get a glimpse of what was going on inside.

However, there seems to be no difference.

Xia Fan thumped his head, because he couldn't remember what it was like inside the door at all......

But the door he entered. It is the highest level of the Cloud Pavilion in the Imperial Palace of the Northern Qi Dynasty. Kicked out of the door, what is this place?

Xia Fan stood up, wiped the yellow sand on his face with his sleeve, and squinted his eyes and looked around.

This place is familiar.

That was his first feeling.

He must have been here.

This was his second feeling.

Before he could have a third feeling, he had already seen a graceful woman with a white veil on her face, walking over from the wind and sand, and said lightly to Xia Fan: "Xia Fan, do you remember me?" He said. The woman untied the white veil and smiled at him.

"Cloud Kite?! It's you?! Why are you here?! "Xia Fan can't care about the yellow sand. Eyes widened all at once.

The appearance of the woman in front of him is indeed Yun Zheng, her former subordinate, and her maid to his daughter Xia Dixiang!

But this woman's momentum is completely different.

There is no brocade guard who hides quietly, and there is no natural humility as a maidservant, on the contrary, she stands gracefully in the yellow sand, with a noble bearing, a beautiful face, and is not stained with dust.

is like a lotus that comes out of the mud and is not stained, blooming quietly in the yellow sand, so that people who see her only want to worship with five bodies on the ground, and they can't afford to have any evil thoughts of blasphemy.

Xia Fan looked at her in a daze, very worried that it was a hallucination that appeared after his long journey, so he hurriedly rubbed his eyes with his hands, and then looked, the person in front of him was still her.

Yun Zheng saw Xia Fan's appearance, smiled, and stretched out his hand to play.

A few drops of dew seeped from her fingers and fell onto Xia Fan's face.

Cool and slightly fragrant.

Xia Fan suddenly felt as if his whole body had been bathed in fragrant soup, every pore from head to toe was clean and refreshing, and the fatigue of the past few days disappeared cleanly.

She stood in front of him, and he was like her servant.

This feeling made Xia Fan cough a little uncomfortably, clenching his palms into fists, secretly lucky.

Fortunately, his kung fu is still there.

I don't know if it was because he shook a foot in the door of the unknown land, but he found that his internal injuries and dark diseases were almost healed, and his skills were better than before.

Xia Fan was secretly happy in his heart.

As long as his kung fu is still there, he is not afraid of anyone.

"Yunzheng, why are you here? What about dark incense? Xia Fan dusted off his robe, and he was embarrassed to find that his good tribute satin brocade robe had been tattered like strips of cloth on a beggar's body, so dirty that he couldn't see it at all.

If there was a mirror in front of him, Xia Fan would definitely find that he had become a beggar......

Yun Zheng looked at him with a smile, reached out and snapped his fingers again.

The wind and sand around them suddenly stopped, the yellow sand was silent, and the earth lurked.

Xia Fan looked at the crater around him in surprise, and said in a lost voice: "This is the holy land!" A holy place for the fallen! ”

Yun Zheng nodded, "Recognized?" ”

"You haven't told me yet, how did you get here?" Xia Fan turned his head and looked at Yun Zheng sharply, not confused by her.

Yun Zheng covered himself with a veil and said lightly: "Don't talk about me yet, let's talk about you." What happened to you and Xie Dongli in the Unknowable? He's already back, I didn't expect you to come back too. ”

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This is the first update!! At the beginning of February, I asked for a guaranteed monthly pass!!

There are also recommended tickets!!

There is a change at 6 p.m.!! O(∩_∩)O~。

Momoda!! …… (To be continued.) )