Legend has it that this world has been ruined for 129,600 years.

At that time, who will remember that in this life, he killed a god?

Just like people have long forgotten, at the end of that earth-destroying natural disaster, an ancient god took out his own seven-point exquisite heart that was transformed from the qi of the nine virtues of heaven and earth and protected a city.

Although it has passed the hour, there are still figures and buildings under the dark night, and the streamer is flickering. Gongzi Lingyi walked out of the Forget Worry Tavern, slowly poured a pot of wine into the Lanxing River in front of the door, and rolled the water to lay a foundation for the deceased.

Unless he wanted to, no one could see him, except for God and demons.

However, perhaps the last god in this world has been destroyed by his own hands, and the demon can now only exist in the warm and soft heart of the chest of the mortal womb of the flesh.

When the world is six points, the people are simple and simple, good and indisputable. But in this year, from the bottom of the Lanxing River, which has flowed for thousands of years, a sleeping city suddenly emerged.

The world calls it the Seventh Kingdom.

As for the Seventh State, there have always been different opinions, and all sides have been at loggerheads. The only thing they have in common is that the citizens who have gradually woken up from their long dreams firmly believe that they have truly seen the illusionary dream realm beyond the nine heavens, with the clouds as the door and the rainbow as the zeal, the dream god king who is clothed in the morning light and the twilight, and the brocade-clothed young man beside her who holds a sword and a candle dragon.

Maybe it's a thought, maybe it's true, the aura that steamed over this city, even mortals can deeply perceive its fullness and power.

Soon, along the Lanxing River, which winds eastward like a silver dragon, next to Xiaoyunzhai in the center of the city, a shop called the Forgotten Worries Tavern opened quietly, and the sign at the door of the store was simple and eye-catching: fine wine for sale.

People think that if they are in the night of the wind and flowers, with the sound of babbling in the river, drinking a pot of good wine, and then going to Xiaoyunzhai next door to ask for a bowl of fragrant plum tea soup to drink, it is the most comfortable.

But the owner of the Forget Tavern disagreed.

shop, I opened it easily. People, you can't get in easily.

"Childe, it's been more than two months since Lu Wu Xianleng from Taihua Mountain applied to come over to visit, do you want to see him tomorrow?"

Most of the time, Nagasyana is the only living creature in the tavern other than the owner. Maybe it was because he was distracted when he transformed into a human form, and his tongue always seemed to be knotted, and he couldn't say words like "adult, immortal", so he just shouted "big wheel, immortal".

He took the remaining half of the pot of wine from the hands of the knotted and white as mutton fat, and flicked it at the mouth of the altar with his bare hands, and the body of the pot immediately had a faint dark red chrysanthemum vein, to show the seal.

Ling Yi went upstairs and lazily leaned on top of the soft collapse of the Flying Pavilion. The meeting seemed to have consumed a great deal of his energy, his eyes were dizzy, half slightly open, half napping.

Chang Cheng placed the sealed liquor on top of a high pear wood shelf, and counted a little more, and so far there are seventy-one altars.

"Childe?"

Changcheng jumped up to the Flying Pavilion, sat down opposite Ling Yi calmly, and asked persistently. He didn't know when there was an extra bottle of glass curling stone in his hand, which was filled with plum tea soup given to him by Miss A Xuan from Xiaoyunzhai next door.

Ling Yi, who was awakened by his hissing movements, thought for a while, but asked, "Changyana, you say, is she coming back soon?"

Ling Yi looked at the two or three fishing fires on the bank of the river, just like the scene depicted in the picture album of the god looking down on all beings, and for some reason, he asked this sentence.

He thought to himself: "If mortals want to never forget their love, they will suffer from the bite of a thousand years of powerful ghosts at the bottom of the River Styx, and they can exchange it for a promise in the next life." Mortals can still do this, don't we, the former immortals, have the slightest way?"

"Or, let me ask you in another way, is the person who is destined tonight born from the remnant spirit of Yeqing?" As soon as the words fell, Ling Yi hurriedly coughed lightly to hide the sudden panic in his heart, and his expression suddenly became solemn and cautious.

"In the dream, those with strong mental power can form an independent spiritual sense, and tonight's visitor is just a little dream spirit. Chang Cheng replied earnestly, "The spirit of all living beings, all the seventy-two major sects, the thirty-seventy-three thousand two hundred and forty-eight small sects, the number of gains and losses in creation, are all in this, only the eye of the candle dragon can be distinguished, there is no mistake or omission, Gongzi knows." ”

In the haze of dew, I saw Ling Yi's Adam's apple move slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his face did not change, as if a long pause had passed for 100,000 years, only to see him nod imperceptibly, and let out a muffled voice in his throat: "Hmm." ”

"I know she's probably not. After a while, Ling Yi said again, "But I still hope she is." ”