The purple kite lay on the bed panting heavily, cold sweat dripping on the side of her face, and a drop of sweat rolled down, wetting her sideburns. Her eyes were wide open, and the bedroom was dark and quiet, with no fog, no archway, and no female ghosts.

She let out a long breath, subconsciously relieving herself, it was just a dream.

Maybe it's because I listened to the words of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and I thought about it day and night, and I saw the lotus heart in my dream. Perhaps, it was all just a coincidence.

But thinking of this, the purple kite still felt bored, and felt more and more dry in her mouth, so she turned over and got out of bed to drink water. Unexpectedly, her hand pushed on the sheets, and she touched a piece of **, and the coolness from her fingertips hit her heart like an electric current.

The mutton fat jade pendant lying quietly on the bed board was the brightest thing in this small room.

The purple kite felt a chill down her spine, grabbed the jade pendant in her hand and looked around.

"Not a dream......" she murmured. Although I can't see the ghost of the lotus heart now, and I can't feel the yin qi, this jade pendant is enough to show that everything just now is true.

Lianxin relied on her own aura to maintain her soul, which shows how much she was injured back then. How powerful should the power of the out-of-control eruption of Shui Linglong be? Purple Kite suddenly thought that the mysterious person in the cave asked them to find Shui Linglong, in case it happened to run into it out of control, then Mo Siyu ......

"Master......" Purple Kite grabbed the jade pendant, got out of bed, put on her clothes and walked out of the house, and knocked on the door of Mo Siyou's room. She didn't know when he left, but she could guess that it was before Lotus Heart dreamed. With Mo Siyu by her side, it was impossible for the Yin of Lotus Heart to enter her dream so easily.

But Mo Siyou didn't go back to his room. The purple kite knocked on the door for a moment, but received no answer. She knew that Mo Siyou was a very light sleeper, and she was always vigilant about the outside world, and she would not fail to hear such an obvious knock on the door. Purple Kite hesitated for a moment and pushed the door in. There was no one on the bed.

Empty room, as quiet as a pool of stagnant water.

The purple kite stood in the room, feeling as if she was stuffed in a coffin. When she stayed longer, she felt as if she was about to sink to the bottom, and her heart was filled with panic. This feeling of panic suddenly expanded into a panic mood.

He's not in the room, where is he going? in such an unfamiliar place......

Purple Kite seemed to have thought of something, and with her understanding of Mo Siyou, it was not difficult to guess, and uneasy emotions immediately surged in her heart, and she walked quickly in the direction of the Wa God Hall.

The sky-high fire could not be seen behind the bamboo barrier, but after entering, you could really feel the burning sensation. Except for the bamboo forest and this small courtyard, which were barely maintained with divine power, the rest of the place was already scorched and destroyed, and even if it was not ignited by the flames, it was all scorched black. Within a radius of a few miles, there is no grass growing and a state of decline.

The Wa God Hall is in the middle of the island, and it is not long to walk west from the small courtyard that you can see the magnificent exterior of the hall. Although it was surrounded by flames, the temple of the god Wa remained clean and tidy, but no one was allowed to approach it. There was a fire burning inside and out, and it seemed that it would never be extinguished.

The fire danced in Mo Si's dark pupils, dyeing his eyes orange.

This color made him feel so familiar.

In his mind, some strange visions appeared in a trance, which were scenes that had appeared in a dream.

On the top of the steep cliff, the long wind filled the sleeves, and the man's silver hair was like a meteor shower flying in the sky, and was shrouded in an orange halo.

This orange light comes from the flames burning under the cliffs. In the midst of the flames, there was a city of decaying scenery, and no rain could relieve it, and no kind of water of rivers, lakes and seas could extinguish the flames that raged wildly on its body.

The sky-high firelight dyed half of the night red and translucent, like a ripe persimmon.

Mo Siyou could feel the burning sensation, but he couldn't tell what role he played in this scene. He also seemed to be standing on the top of the mountain, behind the purple-robed man, overlooking the stricken city at his feet.

The back of this silver-haired purple robe, Mo Siyou did not feel unfamiliar. Because he always remembered the strange words in his dream.

...... She's waiting for you, she's been waiting for you......

...... You promised her that she would go back......

Mo Siyou still doesn't know who that "she" is. Is it a man or a woman, what is his identity, why are you waiting for him? Also, who is the man in front of him with his back facing him?

Even though it was just a back, the silver hair with a halo like a waterfall, and the luxurious and delicate heavy purple robes all exuded a noble and domineering atmosphere. The wind howled, pulling at the arrogance that naturally flowed from his body.

He stood still for a long time, and then slowly turned back.

Mo Siyou saw that face for the first time, but it was not the first time he saw it. Because of this face, when he faces the bronze mirror, it will always be clearly reflected in his eyes.

Mo Siyu trembled violently, and his limbs were like an electric current passing through, and his body was paralyzed and unable to move. He just opened his eyes wide and looked in horror at the man in front of him with the face exactly like his own. It's just that in the middle of the man's eyebrows, there is a bright flame pattern, which makes his fair complexion more obvious, so that the skyrocketing fire is reflected on his face, and it is also adjusted to a faint orange color.

"Who are you?"

Mo Siyou seemed to be standing opposite the purple-robed man, staring directly at him with indifferent eyes, and his originally calm heart was turned upside down.

The purple-robed man's face was still delicate and picturesque, without the slightest trace of superfluous emotions.

"I am you. Four words burst out of his thin lips unhurriedly. His eyes became deeper and deeper, looking at Mo Siyou's face full of doubts. There seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, with a half-wicked attitude, and he said, "You are me." ”

...... I am you......

...... You are me......

Mo Siyou's mind roared, and then it was empty, only echoing repeatedly, these two sentences. It's still used, the same voice as his own.

The evening breeze ruffled the ends of his hair and his blue robe. He stood motionless, as if in some kind of situation.

Jin Ling was standing not far behind him, looking at Mo Siyou, who was still standing, she didn't move. She didn't know what he was thinking in the face of the Wa God Hall and the fire, but she secretly guessed that the current situation was a little disappointing. Under such circumstances, it would be difficult for them to enter the Wa God Hall once. She just looked at him like this, unconsciously stayed for more than half an hour, and their first "hug" replayed in her mind again.

Although she is a descendant of Nuwa, she has never seen a fairy, but at that moment she felt that he was like a real god. Not only because of such a stunning face that is peerless, as if only immortals can have it, but also because of the calm and tranquil bearing and restrained domineering recklessness that flows from the bones, as if the world is not in his eyes at all.

She suddenly missed incomparably that moment, he hugged her, and there was only her reflection in his eyes.

Would such a man stop his eyes for a woman like her?

Jin Ling's thoughts fell into a whirlpool that no one could resist, and a trace of embarrassment surged in her heart. She is a descendant of Nuwa, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the world, how can she easily move her personal feelings? She can't help but think of Lianxin, as the holy aunt who protects the temple of the god of Wa, but she guards and steals for the sake of her personal feelings, and what kind of fate does she end up with? People like them shouldn't expect too much from love, right?

As she thought so, Purple Kite slowed down behind her.

The purple kite saw Jin Ling's figure from a distance. She didn't doubt that she could find Mo Siyou here, but she didn't expect to see one more person. Just looking at it like this, Jin Ling is just standing here silently alone. But what a sensitive person the purple kite is, just such a calm scene, she saw it in her eyes, but her heart was turbulent.

It's not because of anything else, but Jin Ling's posture is exactly the same as what she used to be.

Thousands of years ago, that young and introverted girl also stood behind him like this, quietly watching his back. At that time, he often leaned on the side of the stream so casually, letting the poplars fall all over his purple robe, and he was quietly not thinking about anything. So sometimes, the purple kite stands there all day, as if it has become a sculpture of his own.

Because she has lost it, because she is trying to make it back, Purple Kite vows that she will never be the one who watches again. A thousand years ago, the moment he turned into flames and flew away, she told herself that if we met again, she would definitely take the initiative to shake his hand, and she would definitely tell him how much she cared about him. However, she lost it again, and the painful feeling that she might have had was helplessly leaning against the hot spring pool, watching him disappear into the golden aura.

He said that if he saw her body, he would be responsible for her.

He said that he was waiting for her here and in the future.

Now, when she comes to the agreed time and place, she will not let go again, even if she really wants to change her life against the sky, no matter how much pain she has, she will not hesitate to do so. She took a deep breath, raised her head and was about to walk towards Mo Siyou.

At this moment, Mo Si raised his arm in a trance and stretched out to the flames that devoured everything in front of him. There was no other thought in his head, no thought of the consequences, just an irrepressible urge to touch the familiar flame.

He could feel the fire in his body, even though his remaining sanity reminded him that he shouldn't touch it, but he suddenly seemed to see the silver-haired and purple-robed man, standing in the flames, looking at him quietly.

He is himself......

The scorching flame instantly ignited at his fingertips, like a bolt of lightning passing through his body, making him tremble violently, and his body twitched uncontrollably anymore, and a dark red flame-like light enveloped his whole body!