Yanluo suddenly woke up in her sleep, she struggled to sit up, only to find that she was holding the hand of Yue Lao (hereinafter referred to as Mo Pupil) tightly, Yue Lao's slender phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and the upper and lower eyelids seemed to fight, opening and closing, as if she was very sleepy, but she was worried and refused to sleep.

Yanluo raised her somewhat sore arm slightly, only to realize that even if she wanted to let go of the arm holding the ink pupil, such a simple action was very difficult.

It's not that Mo Tong's strength is relatively large, it's just that Mo Tong won't react to anything Yan Luo does now, Yan Luo just looked at his body lying quietly in Mo Tong's arms, looking at the past from this angle, although he frowned deeply in his sleep, but the corners of his mouth were with a beautiful and satisfied smile.

Yanluo's soul trembled slightly, without any warning, his soul and body were separated again, the second time, is it a sign that he is about to disappear.

Yanluo was suddenly scared, she flew back to the side of her body, and fiercely held the corner of her emerald green clothes with her hand, but these were just her extravagant hopes, she could only exist as a soul and a nothingness, and as far as the body was concerned, it was already "yin and yang".

Yan Luo felt that the heart in her chest seemed to be beating faintly, maybe the deadly gray of the Mengjie had not spread to the entire body, at least the chest was still the original color, so that she could still breathe.

Thinking of this, she once again became aware of her weak beating heart, and rose with fierce pleasure, and when she realized that such a violent beating was only for the ink pupil, she unconsciously felt that her heart was beating even more dangerously.

What's the matter, it's rare to really have to be separated by yin and yang? Yue Lao Shangxian gave up his mana and came to the Mengjie to find himself, and it seemed that he had made some kind of exchange with Fusheng, if he knew that he was about to turn into ashes at this time, how should he deal with himself.

Yanluo shook her head, it's too stupid, it's just a one-sided relationship with Yue Lao, how can a dignified immortal make so many sacrifices for a little demon? But the quiet sleeping face of the old man at this time just illustrates this point.

In the Mongolian realm, she can't be reincarnated, whether it's a human or a demon, she has no qualifications, and her mother once said that the Mongolian realm is a gap outside the Three Realms, linked to each other, and specially used for rootless wandering souls.

This place is not in the six realms of reincarnation, this eternal existence also represents eternal extinction, the wandering souls here have no past and present, they have long forgotten who they are, what kind of love and sorrows and sorrows they have experienced.

Yanluo still remembers the panic on her mother's face when she talked about the Mongolian realm, that was the first time Yanluo remembered seeing the panic on her mother's face, Yanluo once wondered if her father was hiding in such a place where there was no past life and this life, so her mother would be so depressed and unhappy.

Now it's her turn, Yanluo smiled bitterly, this is not bad, a little more time, I'm afraid she can't even remember who she is, no Yuecheng, no mother, no father, she is no longer Yanluo in the Yuelao Palace, the little feather demon who is eager to become a fairy is no longer a flag in the hands of the queen mother, and she doesn't need to work hard to win the favor of the Emperor of Heaven to run the neon dress and feather dance, if she likes it here, she can dance at any time, if she can recall the memories related to the feather dance.

In such a random speculation, Mo Pupil's eyelashes moved slightly, and just when Yan Luo was caught off guard, Mo Pupil's deep pupils met Yan Luo's looming soul body, and Yan Luo's soul body subconsciously retreated.

Mo Tong stretched out his long hand, but he surrounded Yan Luo's soul body in his arms, Yan Luo was so shocked that he didn't dare to move, but saw that Mo Tong no longer paid attention to the body of "Yan Luo" in his sleep, but stared at his soul body with a burning gaze without saying a word.

Yanluo felt that the heart in her body was beating happily again, this time it was not panic, but with a little surprise.

Mo Tong let out a long yawn, turned sideways, and propped up his head with his arms, still staring at Yanluo's soul body with burning eyes.

The atmosphere of Yanluo did not dare to come out, and the surrounding silence was surprisingly quiet, even the chirping of the only birds in the Mongolian realm and the rustle of insects gnawing on the leaves were automatically blocked, and time passed quietly between two people (no, an immortal, a soul) without a trace.

Until Mo Tong stretched out his slender fingers, his fingertips stayed on the mouth and nose of Yanluo's soul body, and said in a very doting tone, "I really don't know if you are really stupid or fake stupid." Well, I'm stupid," he said, returning to his previous state of lying on his side, his wrist still tightly held by Yanluo's body.

Yan Luo looked at his actions in surprise, his body was extremely fast, and the speed made Yan Luo have a momentary illusion, the affectionate gaze and doting tone just now were real dreams, and now it was more like in reality.

Yanluo looked at her body again, and after such a while, there was a clear gray touch on her chest again, and Mo Tong was still lying on one side, and her eyelids were half-closed and she couldn't help dozing.

Maybe he will turn into ashes, if Mo Tong can't find himself, he will return to Heaven to be his old moon immortal, Yanluo thought so, and slowly flew away.

There was a faint and familiar voice from behind him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here" Yanluo's soul body turned around quickly, and Yue Lao's breathing was steady and hugged Yanluo's body, and his chest was lying on the ground, indicating that he was still asleep.

Yanluo smiled bitterly and shook her head, she couldn't report any illusions, and turning into ashes alone could be regarded as a kind of consummation.

Thinking like this, but drifting upwards without nostalgia, Yanluo didn't dare to look back, it seemed that the burning gaze of the ink pupils was glued not far behind her, she lightly crossed the huge tree with lush branches, and finally saw the sky at the top of the tree.

A qiē is still gray, no other hues can be distinguished, not far away there is a very strong light refracted by, a round of millstone-sized full moon appeared above the head of the cigarette apple, and the higher it rises, the moon becomes bigger and bigger, and the size can almost hold hundreds of times the size of the cigarette.

Yanluo stood on the edge of the cliff in shock, and at this time there were suddenly a few more figures in the moon, during which a plain-clothed lady, holding a little girl with two braids on her head, hurriedly ran forward, and her elegant sleeves were already stained with blood.

Yan Luo felt that her soul seemed to be back in her body again, and her heart was beating uncontrollably.

She excitedly shouted to the plain-clothed woman, "Mother! “

But the woman didn't hear the sound of the smoke at all, but hurried forward, an unsteady foot, with a little girl sitting heavily on the ground, behind a strange man wearing all kinds of armor, each sword with red and bright blood.

"Look where you're going"

"Please spare my daughter, she is different from us, she is just my adopted daughter"

"Let it go, it's an order from above"

"Don't talk nonsense with her, take it away together"

"Mother, mother" The little girl fluttered. He kept kicking and pounding on all fours, not noticing that someone had been hit the neck. Immediately fainted.

"Yaya, what have you done to her" The plain-clothed woman struggled to pounce, and was suddenly knocked to the ground, and a wisp of bright red blood on the corner of her mouth slowly flowed.