"Is that her?" Ye Yi asked as he finally sat up and asked as he lay on the 'bed' tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Tang Jia was standing by the window, he was not sleepy, so he couldn't sleep.

The bright moonlight poured into the room through the window, leaving dappled shadows.

Seeing Ye Yi ask like this, Tang Jia turned around and said with a smile, "You have already seen it with your own eyes, why do you still ask me?"

Tang Jia's answer seemed to be within Ye Yi's expectations, he exhaled a long breath, I don't know if it was self-anesthesia or if he really thought so, and sighed: "Yes, there will be no one in this world except her who has such a demeanor." ”

But after a pause, Ye Yi whispered as if he couldn't figure it out: "However, she has clearly fallen." ”

The fall of God is not the same as the life and death of man. To fall is to return to dust, and you can say that this mountain was a god, this sea was a god, and this delicious bread was a god.

But they will no longer be like God.

The fall of God is the final outcome that cannot be repeated, and God does not die, only willingly.

A long, long time ago, Ye Yi couldn't remember how long it was, and he saw with his own eyes that graceful person falling in the heart of the Glass Sea.

He has been dormant in the glass sea all year round, just to sense her news.

But since her fall, even her divine consciousness has disappeared without a trace. This is very unusual, but I can't say what is wrong.

Although Ye Yi had too many things he didn't know, he knew that Tang Jia must know and wanted to say something to him.

Sure enough, Tang Jia slowly paced over from the window, he walked to the 'bed' and said, "I said it was a long story, but we can start telling it now. ”

It was a long, long time ago, when the creator god fell. Her beautiful face turned into the water of the glazed sea, making the gods of the world think that she was no longer there.

This is not the case.

In a hidden place, it was on the shore of a glacial lake, at the bottom of a glacier, there was a glass flower. The Creation Divine Qing attached a wisp of divine consciousness after her fall to this 'flower', so this 'flower' had a spiritual 'nature', and she 'pumped' the roots and sprouted, and finally transformed into a spiritual object.

Of course, that's another story.

We are only talking about Qinglian here, this wisp of her divine consciousness is attached to the 'flower', and soon her new life is brewed.

The water on the shores of the glacial lake is icy, but in the water, there is an undercurrent. This undercurrent came from the east, carrying with it the only temperature in this extremely cold land.

So Qinglian gave birth to a new life here, which was like a new life, but in fact it did not change in the slightest.

The reborn Qinglian needed too many things to complete her body, so she found the beautiful face she hid in the world, as well as her dexterous hands, and she was about to complete herself, but something went wrong.

"What's wrong?" Ye Yi narrowed his eyes, he really couldn't imagine what it was that could 'disrupt' Qinglian's plan.

In Ye Yi's heart, Qing Lian is an omnipotent 'woman', she is even more terrifying than a god.

Although Qinglian has almost completed herself, she is trapped on the shore of the ice lake, her body is weak, and it is not easy to come to the world.

So how does she get back what she needs?

That's fate.

God can change people's lives, such as fate.

It was through this method that Qinglian was offered from the world, but only one person caught her off guard.

That is Bai Ruoqiong.

Ordinary people always say that Bai Ruoqiong carries a gift from God, but she doesn't know that it is really a gift from God.

God's mercy usually doesn't last long, and when they need it, they will mercilessly take it back.

So Bai Ruoqiong had a fate.

"In other words, how did she not get her own eyes?" Ye Yi understood Tang Jia's words and whispered.

Tang Jia also nodded, he smiled and said, "Yes, the eyes are the most important part of her, it is impossible for her to give up, or find a substitute." Sooner or later, she'd go to the White Tower and get that thing back. ”

Ye Yi glanced at Tang Jia deeply and said, "You stupid mortal can actually 'force' her to this role. ”

After a slight pause, Ye Yi said unwillingly: "She hates the world so much, stupid humans and the dirty world. ”

Tang Jia looked at Ye Yi's slightly frowning brows and the sadness in his eyes, and said lightly: "No, in fact, she loves this world very much, loves it very much, loves it very much." ”

When Tang Jia said this, he spoke very slowly, making every word of his speech clear and full of emotion. There was a certain sadness in his deep voice, especially when it came to love, as if it were a low sigh.

Ye Yi listened to his voice, his face finally disappeared, his face was stiff, and his eyes were like a silent snowfield, he said, "Why are we doing this?"

"En?" Tang Jia didn't quite understand Ye Yi's words, so he made a nasal voice of inquiry.

Ye paused, his breathing seemed to be very hard, but in fact he didn't have to breathe.

"Why did you 'force' her to go ashore?" Ye Yi asked.

"Because we need her strength to stop that person. And we need that man's strength to stop her. Tang Jia replied.

His eyes were like stars shining in the night, radiating a scorching light.

Ye Yi heard Tang Jia say that person, his body trembled slightly, and he sighed: "This world is too 'chaotic'. ”

Tang Jia didn't think so, he smiled faintly and said: "This world, when I appeared, was already 'chaotic'. ”

Tang Jia sighed slightly, and said, "Rest early, we have to see her tomorrow." ”

Ye Yi and Tang Jia were lying on two 'beds', both of them were facing up on their backs, breathing steadily, as if they were asleep. But none of them need sleep, and they don't need rest.

After lying down for a long time, Tang Jia finally couldn't help but turn over, he turned his side inward, blocking any view from the outside with his body, and then quietly, from his 'chest' mouth 'touched' a small purse.

The stitches of this purse are fine, and it should be the craftsmanship of a "fine" and fine "woman". The stitches even have a faint fragrance that is reminiscent of the deep sea.

At this time, it is night, and the light is too weak, but if you look closely, you can see the faint light coming through the gap in the purse.

There must be something in there.

Tang Jia held the purse in the palm of his hand, and then sighed in his heart and said: Ah Zhan, bear with it for a while, just for a while.

At this time, the moon had climbed into the sky, midnight had arrived, and another slender figure had disappeared from the roof outside the window.