She walked towards the place, surrounded by a faint smoke of smoke. She tried to break through the barrier, but it was still empty. There was nothing but the wreckage of the mountain.

The eyes of the prisoner are deep, whether someone has deliberately done something wrong, or is there some unknown mystery. It seems that since he rescued the fairy heron, it is different here. A small bronze mirror suddenly appeared, and a faint light faded.

He took a picture of the mountain, and then he noticed the change in the terrain. It seems that the palace has not disappeared, but shifted its location. The mirror light disappeared, and he looked back at Wanyu. She was a little pale, and she didn't know what to do.

"Ahh What happened to you? ”

"It's a little uncomfortable, maybe it's because there's too much resentment here. Let's go back first. ”

She didn't like the place and always felt a little uncomfortable. The fairy heron has been looking at her as if she was nothing, this woman is a little squeamish. I can't even bear the resentment, where can I be the wife of the unique warlord of the four realms.

I couldn't help but lose a few points from my impression.

Prisoner Zhan looked at Wanyu and saw her heading towards Fangyu Palace, so he also left the mountain. Her mind was in turmoil like never before, and she saw memories that she had never seen before. I can't tell if it's a memory or an illusion.

A proud woman. The proud warlord. She saw the woman fall from mid-air, just as she had fallen from a high platform. It's just that there is a deep despair in her eyes, even more than she did at the beginning.

"Xiaoming, Xiaoming, don't go." ”

The man shouted heartbreakingly, as if he had exhausted the strength of his life. She saw him swoop down, trying to bring the man named Youmi back. It's just that her vision is blurry, and she can't see the end.

"Prison war, we're over, it's best this way, you still be your master, and I, go to the red dust of the four seas, shatter my bones, and never see you again." The woman's voice faded away, and Wanyu saw her fall from a high altitude, and below was an abyss. The golden flowers fell from the red dust of the four seas, and no trace could be found.

"Xiaoming, are you willing to do it? We're not done with me like this. ”

She saw a halo of light around the man, then vanished.

In the next scene, she saw the man in the depths of Lethe in rags, hovering at the end of Lethe, he was covered in bruises. Unaware. It's just that he is still stubbornly asking one after another, "Did you see Xiaoming?" ”

The person who was arrested couldn't help but bow his head and said in fear, "No." "Xiaoming, I heard that it is the goddess of the divine realm, the most noble person in the world, where will they be lucky enough to see these ants.

The man may be insane.

She walked back to the Fangyu Hall in a daze, without clouds or spells. Not even looking back. The people behind her followed not far away, and she didn't notice it.

The two images that recurred in her mind, she couldn't help but hesitate, that woman was so similar to herself. Her heart ached without warning, as if she were empathetic to the woman.

She didn't notice that at this moment, her back glowed with gold. And the prisoner is concentrating on erasing the traces of light for her. His face was a little stereotypical, as if he was thinking about something tangled.

She walked into the Fangyu Palace, raised her hand and closed the door. The prisoner happened to be blocked out of the hall, and he was just too focused and almost bumped into it. Reluctantly, he looked up at the closed door in front of him.

The corners of his mouth twitched uncomfortably.

She came back from the mountain, and he had never seen that kind of distraction.

The fairy heron was behind, looking at the two of them, suddenly a little uncertain. Their relationship is more complicated than I imagined. However, she still didn't like that woman, and in these four realms, no one could compare to her master.

Xiaoming, if there is a person who can call it the splendor of the four worlds. Then it's the night show. Her fighting power against the sky, as well as her beautiful face and flamboyant personality, are all unique treasures.

The heron turned and left, no longer lingering. In her heart, she couldn't help but compare the two. And this kind of comparison is something she doesn't want to see.

"Master, when will you return? You know how much the heron misses you? She prayed silently in the bottom of her heart, but unfortunately no one would touch her head. Tell her, "I'm back." ”

Wanyu thought about everything in the day, and she touched that boundary for a moment, and was blocked back again. She didn't know who did it, but the power was far stronger than herself. So she had to admit it.

Prison War and Xiaoming, the Lord and the Goddess, will there really be such an unforgettable story? Her thoughts turned, and she suddenly remembered that the emperor who lived in Fengqing Yuan had an inseparable connection with the goddess.

Emperor, the power of the ancients, heard of the emperor's change. It's from the end of the hateful sky.

She wanted to find out, but her mind was messed up. She had to take a break and sort through her messy thoughts. Although I don't know how to sort it out, it may be too tired.

She fell asleep unconsciously. As she slumbered, the closed door relaxed, and the prisoner didn't bother to knock on the door, and flashed directly in front of her.

I saw that the person was lying on his side, even if he was asleep, his brows were entangled, and when he came back from the mountain, she was like this. That palace, is it really related to her?

He remembered that she liked colored glass, colorful glass, and the glass temple in the mortal world was her favorite place. And the pair of three-life cups, engraved with their names, should also record their vows.

Looking at the pair of three-life cups in front of her dresser, she still had them. At that time, he thought that a chance encounter in the mortal world was doomed. Now, it seems, maybe sooner or longer.

"Ayu, what do you want me to do with you." He looked at her helplessly and dotingly, and when he came back he thought he was treating her, only a little different. Now, it seems, there are more than a few.

She is his heart, his life, and his eternity.

He gently adjusted her posture, covered the quilt, and silently turned off the lights in the room. Quietly withdraw, perhaps she needs to calm down. Once again, he thought of Crane Mountain.

When I returned to the Prison War Hall, I saw that it was pitch black. I feel a little uncomfortable again. The fairy heron is supposed to be back. Still lazy as always. I don't know how to light a lamp.

He lit it with spiritual power, the lights of a hall, and the weapons stayed in their respective places. Her Mingji sword didn't seem to have been fought by him. It's just that this prison battle hall is missing the Mingji Sword, and it is a little weird that can't be said.

Suddenly there was a sword roar, and he looked up to the heights. The sword in that position was still engraved with a hibiscus pattern, and there was nothing else except the Xuanguang Sword. Xuanguang Sword, the sword spirit is asleep, and there should be no more sword sound.

He almost gave up, if it weren't for the last assassination. Let him look at the Xuanguang Sword again. The other party attaches so much importance to the Xuanguang Sword, it must not be ordinary. Coupled with the return of the mortal sword spirit, the Xuanguang Sword is completely different.

This sword roar is what it means. He snapped his fingers, and the Xuanguang Sword broke away from its scabbard and landed on his fingertips. He looked at the sword, the edge was even stronger than before, thinking that the sword spirit had awakened.

He also thought that if Han Sheng died, the sword spirit would always sleep.

"Are you awake?" He asked.

"Hmm." A subtle response is better than being as quiet as stagnant water before.

"Do you remember why you fell asleep?" Prisoner Zhan asked.

"He's gone, and I want to go with him. But Lechuan won't accept me, and he doesn't want to be with me. I've been in the underworld for so long that I can only come back to sleep in my sword. Forget him, forget myself, and forget love. ”

Sword Spirit explained slowly, he heard the taste of sadness, and couldn't help but sigh when he thought of all kinds of things in the mortal world.

"Why bother? Since you have loved it, cherish it. "Prisoner Battle." You chose to sleep? How did you wake up, such a deep obsession, it is especially difficult to wake up. ”

Prisoner Zhan looked at the sword, feeling the runes emitted by the sword spirit. It's confusing and hard to solve. Sword Spirit's explanation was too complicated, to the effect that it was being pulled in. Related to Han Sheng's breath, she said that he may still have some breath in the world.

"You don't have to look for him, he's already reincarnated. Even if he still has his breath, he is not the same as he was. So put it down, and besides, do you know who forged the Xuanguang Sword? ”

He thought, maybe the secret of the Xuanguang Sword existed at the beginning of the sword. But the answer was a little disappointing to him.

"I don't know, I just became a sword spirit by chance. Later, in an ancient war, the sword spirit was scattered in half, half asleep, and half into the human world. After going through the red dust, I fell in love with someone. ”

Her words didn't continue, and the prisoner knew what she wanted to say later. This sword spirit, with seven emotions and six desires, how can he easily forget. "Well, you can go back. Maybe you're still good at sleeping. ”

"I think so too." The sword spirit returned to the sword body and fell asleep. The prisoner also left the outer hall, and he left something missing. But I couldn't remember it for a while, so I gave up.

It was another nightmare, and he woke up from his dream. Seeing the fireworks in the Fangtong Palace, he got up and dressed up, tied his hair, and then went to the Fangtong Palace. As soon as the heron opened the door, he saw him leaving in a hurry, and he was going there again.

I couldn't help but get angry again, and there was nowhere to go.

"Ah, are you awake?"

"I remembered a new dance today, do you want to see it?" Wanyu said with a smile. She just happened to be wearing a dance dress today, which couldn't be more appropriate.

"Famous?" He asked.

"The Golden Thread." Wanyu replied. Her dancing is as smooth as ever, in one go, but this time with a touch of sadness, perhaps to fit the poetry.

"Did you do it yourself?"

"No, maybe I skipped it before. It's just that I forgot. Prisoner Zhan's face suddenly darkened.

"Ah, you can only dance for one person, you know?"

She smiled and asked, "Who?" Such a big face! ”

"Of course, it's the deity. No one else deserves to see you dance. "Prisoners are domineering.

"No, I can't. You're going too far. My dance is so beautiful that I can't just show it to one person. Wanyu said stubbornly.

"Hmm. This matter is not negotiable. He suddenly said, "What happened to you yesterday?" I see you coming back from the mountain in a trance. ”

"No, I don't. Probably too tired. She prevaricated.

"Really?" Prisoner Zhan clearly did not believe it.