In a white and transparent but misty illusion, I only feel like I am in the empty sea of clouds depicted by the poet's pen, boundless emptiness and coldness, the sky does not know where it is, and the earth does not know where.

Under his feet, the clouds and mist walked as he pleased, soared into the air, drifted, and brought up slight ripples;

It's like a dream, it's real, it's like a hallucination in my head!

Why, how did he return to the figure of his youth, a group of white clothes fluttering in the breeze blowing from nowhere, looking down, only to see the long green silk floating next to him under the waist, which forced himself to get used to the figure, why did it suddenly become bumpy again?

Also, the style of this skirt......

It's 'fashionable' enough, and it's still slanted shoulders!

Glancing to the right, I saw a large piece of creamy skin overflowing with a faint white luster, this material, obedient and slippery, I don't know what kind of material, only slightly cinched waist, and the hem is also loose.

Looking down again, a pair of feet that also have a creamy luster can be called a pair of smooth 'jade feet', and they only wear a pair that looks like they are woven from some kind of soft rattan plant...... Shoes?

Nima drops, this is also considered straw sandals, isn't it? Why do you feel comfortable wearing it on your feet?

Where the hell is this? No matter how hard she walks, runs, or flies, she can't find where the edge of this illusory realm is?

The pupils of his eyes suddenly shrank, could it be that his soul was separated from his body from a small body, so this will return to the same shape as it was in modern times?

However, it can't be said!

In the past, the skin was not so smooth as clotted fat, even in the right age of beauty......

It is impossible for the visual power to be so clear, and astigmatism and myopia cannot be felt......

This...... Where the hell is this?

How can we get back to reality?

In the end, is the self in this illusory situation now in a modern situation a modern soul flying in the sky, or is it a dream that Li Mengfan, who is in ancient times, is reading a book on the space meadow?

It's tangled!

Ling Yaoxuan, who had been busy all morning, came back with a stinky sweat, took a wooden bucket and scooped some hot water in the pot, went around to the back door of the kitchen and rubbed it indiscriminately, there, a simple bath room was built on the mountain, and the sewage from the kitchen and the bath water would automatically flow down the groove to the ditch next to the house.

After coming out, he said to Hai Lao Liu, who had been sitting in the yard drinking boiling water for a while: "Sixth uncle, there is still hot water in the pot, you also go to wipe your sweat, this autumn wind is cold, and it is easy to get cold when it blows like this." ”

"No need, what's the point of sweating, we martial arts practitioners, but we are always covered in stinky sweat, hehe, nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong!"

Hai Lao Liu waved his hand again and again, he was not as particular as Ling Yaoxuan with fine skin and tender meat in front of him, what did he do after working for a long time like a girl to wash it for nothing, he still had to work in the afternoon, and it would not be a stinky sweat at that time!

Nodding slightly, Ling Yaoxuan didn't say anything about it, went into the house and took a clean white cotton towel, wiped the water droplets off his hair a little, and walked out after a while.

"Brother Ling, the meals are ready, have you seen Bao'er? Let him call Mengfan out for dinner. In the kitchen, the little bald head leaned out and looked.

Ling Yaoxuan turned his face away, raised his eyebrows, raised his voice and shouted, "Bao'er...... Boa ......"

No one answered!

"Bao'er......, it's time to call the young lady out for dinner."

Still no one answered!

Hai Lao Liu stood up in surprise, raised his eyebrows and said, "Did the eldest lady and Bao'er go out?" "Why didn't you see it?

"Miss......, Miss......" Ling Yaoxuan's voice was neither loud nor small, but this room was only so big, there was no reason why he couldn't hear it, could it be that he fell asleep with Bao'er? Thinking about it, this may not be big, but I have to go and see it, of course, it is definitely inconvenient for him to enter the boudoir of Miss as an adult man, so Ling Yaoxuan shouted directly: "Bao'er, go and see, Miss and Bao'er are asleep." ”

"Oh!" After the little bald head covered the unfinished firewood in the stove with ashes, he got up and walked out of the kitchen and walked towards Mengfan's house.

Her room, with a curtain woven of green bamboo and new scorn pieces, was divided into two rooms, the outer room was empty at this time, and the inside was where she slept.

As soon as the little bald head walked in, he could see at a glance, in this room, Mengfan and Bao'er were not there, what was going on? Obviously, I haven't seen the two of them go out of here!

In my heart, there was a trace of incomprehension, a trace of apprehension, and I subconsciously bit my lip, turned around and went outside again.

"Xiaobo, did Miss say when you can start eating?" Some habits, in a hierarchical family, are cultivated over time, and now, the identity has changed abruptly, from a son and brother who is not valued to become a house slave bought by others, he Ling Yaoxuan also hopes to stubbornly adjust his position.

Mingrun's eyes blinked, and he shook his head gently, and Han Xiaobo's eyes swept over the faces of Brother Ling and Uncle Hai Liu, respectively: "Miss and Bao'er are not in the house. There was a look of hesitation on his face.

"Not in the house? Where would that go? We've been at the intersection all along, and we've never seen her and Boa go out of the road. Uncle Hai Liu opened his mouth in surprise, strode forward, and looked at this momentum, he wanted to rush directly into the house to take a look.

Ling Yaoxuan suddenly moved a step to the side, stood at the door, clenched one hand into a fist, put it to his mouth and coughed lightly, seeing Hai Lao Liu's gaze looking at him in confusion, he didn't explain his intentions, but frowned at the other person who had just been liberated from the thatched house in the backyard.

"Liang Wucheng, have you seen Miss?"

This guy sharpened a firewood knife, straightened the beard on that face, raked his messy hair like a chicken nest with his fingers, and tied a bun with a strip of cloth that seemed to be torn off the hem of his underwear, and looked like a normal person.

"Miss...... Yes...... Miss? Oh......, the little one knows how to find the master, the master must have gone there, hey, hey, Brother Ling, little master, you two still don't know how to find the master, why do you ask about the little one? ”

This guy looks quite normal, how can he talk in a slurred, intermittent, and inexplicable way?

What with what?

Hai Lao Liu was confused when he heard it, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, his light flashed, standing in the moment, looking at this and that.

Yes, it seems that Meng Fan has said to himself that if he wants to find her, he will think about it with his heart......

'Mengfan...... Mengfan...... Little donor...... I'm a little monk......

In the Void Illusion, Mengfan, who was in a distant and immature call, found that his slender and uneven body suddenly became smaller, and then, as if his body suddenly descended when he was on a plane, he felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

Fortunately, this process was not long, it was only a few seconds, and she even had the time to be afraid, and when she opened her eyes, she found that she was still sitting on the grass in the space, and in her consciousness, a familiar call came.

"Sister, it's a little monk, he called us to eat......"