"Stop, stop, I've been listening to this for a long time, your story is like a biography of Lord Lu Wu, and you don't pay much attention to the white root tree?"

Qing wants to tell the story with this one problem, procrastinating, verbose, and unfocused, often the side lines take up more than half of the time, but the main quest is covered by a few words.

"No, no......" Ling Yi looked at the sky, her gaze as if she wanted to penetrate the dream realm above the sky.

"Is there anything strange about this story?" asked Shigege.

Ling Yiqing's eyes drooped slightly, and said: "Back then, the top ten wizards of Wuxian Kingdom used the Mirror of Eternal Life to trap us all in the illusionary realm. What makes me even more puzzling is that for the grass and wood elves, Mo said that he could bear a heavenly thunder, and he was afraid that when the heavenly anger was not released, his soul would be scattered. ”

Qing Yao raised his little hand again, and his childish voice echoed among the mountain walls: "I know, I know! That's not the White Grass Fairy, it's a tear of the Palm Dream Divine Monarch!"

"You, what did you say?"

Before Qing was about to finish, Ling Yi had already stood in front of her in a flash, with shock in her eyes and the feeling of longing that had not been dissipated even after 130,000 years: "You say, you say ......"

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, perhaps millions of years ago, there was a notorious deity in Jiuxiao Mengze, Yeqing.

Yeqing is in charge of Jiuxiao Mengze, it is rumored that she was born with a pair of peach blossom eyes, hidden in a seven-trick exquisite heart, and her eyes are always full of smiles. As long as the slender ice finger flicked his finger to the misty dream, a pile of shells turned into dreams was immediately conjured, and the person who asked for it would return satisfied.

With such a her, Ling Yi has never seen her cry.

Even when she died, when Ling Yi found her only breath on the top of the Cangwu Snow Mountain on the edge of the Great Wilderness and Chishui, this peerless Palm Dream Divine Monarch was also smiling, even if he had become unrecognizable under the torture of tens of thousands of heavenly tribulations, even if he was already angry.

A red veil soaked in blood all over his body, and he couldn't tell whether it was originally a red dress or was dyed like this with blood.

Yeqing forced a smile, trembling and letting go of the hand that was tightly covering her chest, a terrifying and dazzling blood hole was exposed to the scorching sun and frost, and blood gushed out from her heart, but she still struggled to grab a handful of colorful Mengbei from her arms.

She had no more strength, and the smaller Monmbei kept falling from between her trembling fingers, turning into bubbles, floating, drifting away, and gradually disappearing.

"Ling Yi, those little monsters are very good, I gave them good dreams, and they have always remembered them. A few days ago, the little monsters came to celebrate Meng Ji's birthday, and they brought me these beautiful and fun dreams. You often say, you like to listen to stories, these, these are given to you, do you like it?"

Yeqing half-knelt on the ground, a pair of ice muscle jade hands were covered with blood, cold to the bone, and fell on Ling Yi's arm, the Mengbei in his hand fell off with a pop, and the Mengbei that was supposed to be full of light turned into blood-red foam one by one, losing its luster.

Her eyes darkened, for the first time in thousands of years, Ling Yi saw her gloomy look.

"Ling Yi, but the dreams of the little monsters are all eating, drinking, or flying over the fields, or dancing by the stream, and their dreams have not even crossed the mountains, you must feel very boring. ”

yes, it's really boring. Because you are not with me.

And he knew today that once, the seed of the white root tree that Yeqing smiled and put in the palm of his hand was actually a tear of hers.

It turned out that in the corner where no one knew, she had also cried.