Is the legendary Lingshan Ten Witches really a person? Fusu is not sure.

Since Chenxi was born and his mother died, he rarely walked around the Xianyang Palace.

Therefore, the father of the First Emperor, how he received the descendants of the Ten Witches of Lingshan in the Chiyang Palace, and what kind of reason he was attracted to, and he made up his mind to go to war in a hurry, all of which were unknown.

If you haven't seen it, it doesn't mean that people don't exist, there are more mysteries in heaven and earth, not to mention that even if he has Lan Piaopiao's 7,000-year resume, he may not know everything in the world.

Meng Yi can be regarded as the closest close minister of the First Emperor. knows more secrets than Fusu's own son.

After thinking for a moment, Meng Yi said firmly: "When the wizard was conquering Baiyue, he was arranged by His Majesty to live in the Tong Palace, and there were people and horses transporting supplies in and out every day. What they are is unknown. ”

"Tong Palace. Fusu squinted and remembered the place he had only been to once.

"Tong Palace is where my father raised Fang Shi, and I think that the wizard should also be good at this. The sorcerer can also be regarded as the originator of the pharmacist, and I think that the materials that are transported into the palace should be some materials needed for alchemy. ”

Meng Yi nodded in agreement with his idea. Fusu seemed to suddenly think of something, turned around and left the study, and came back after a while.

Walking to Meng Yi and spreading his hand, a small purple begonia jade stone in his palm looked like a grape that had been squeezed into various prismatic facets. "If you take a closer look, do you have any impressions?" Fusu placed the grape jade stone under the bright lamp on his desk.

Meng Yi bowed down and leaned closer, squinting his eyes left and right to look a little familiar, "This, did Xiao Sangxia get it from Yuan Shen on the night of the winter solstice?"

Fusu nodded, "Yes." It was indeed among the bunch of gifts that Yuan Shen brought from Feiyu Luoxi. Yuan Shen told me that his father had taken it from the First Emperor's father..."

Roughly how Yuan Shen's father, the last underworld envoy of the Phantom Spirit Clan, met his father's dead soul, and how he got this jade from his father.

"Why is my father's soul clinging to this jade that looks so ordinary?" Fu Su expressed his doubts, reluctantly reminding Meng Yi, "You think about it carefully, any details you can think of about your father. Do you have any impressions of this jade?"

Meng Yi looked at it and looked at it, looked at it again, and shook his head helplessly, "I really haven't seen it!"

Fusu frowned and stared at the grape jade for a while, and let out a sigh.

"That's it. There is no point in pursuing these things anymore. ”

The deceased is like this. It's just holding a wisp of an object that represents family affection, and some thoughts. When he was born, he never knelt down, but he could do anything after death. It doesn't make sense anymore ...

After Sang Xia returned to the room, he lay on the bed and tossed and turned, but he couldn't sleep. My mind is full of the story that Meng Yi said, the battle...

Unconsciously, when it was almost dawn, Sang Xia got up groggily, reached out and wanted to grab the cup on the low table next to the bed to drink, but it was empty. Only then did he open his eyes in a daze.

This is where the light is unknown??!! gloomy surrounding is a dense forest, and the feet are not floors but water-stained mud.

The bloody breath that came to her nose, there seemed to be droplets of water dripping from the top of her head, and the moment she raised her head, her pupils dilated in shock.

The aura of terror filled every inch of the brain. Underneath the eyes, above the trunks of the trees, there hung one body after another.

The body hanging from the trunk of the tree with its head hanging is dense and shocking.

She felt her heart sink little by little, and she moved forward step by step, and when she saw the top of her head, she knew that the dampness under her feet was not water stains, but countless blood soaked in the soil.

It's a dream! It must be a dream.

She never dreamed. Strictly speaking, the place where she originally existed was the soul realm of the body. She weaves dreams in her soul, so she is a person who does not have dreams.

But why? What is in front of you must be a dream. But this is not a dream she made, but an illusion constructed in her subconscious after falling asleep. But for her, who was in the midst of an illusion, how real the sight was.

The blue sky and white clouds she created, the flowing water and the smoke of the house, these slowly became more conscious, and she knew that they were all illusory.

Therefore, in contrast, the dreams created by oneself are even more unreal, while the illusion that arises involuntarily is extremely real.

And, it made her feel uncontrollable sadness and anger.

It was like a fire burning in his chest, and he wanted to burn everything around him to ashes.

But she didn't, and walked through the woods step by step. Looking up at the sky, the forest was so dense that it was impossible to distinguish what kind of sky it was outside.

I could only faintly hear the faint sound of people in front of me, and the sound of the wind blowing through the dense forest. The human language was not inaudible, as if it was coming from far away, speaking a strange language.

Picking up the pace eventually turned into a rapid run.

But no matter how fast she ran, it seemed like she would never be able to catch up with that voice.

Coming and going, sometimes like whispering in the ear, sometimes like being blown by the wind from afar. The voices were strange, there were men and women, and they spoke strange language.

She paused and listened, strange but familiar. It's strange, because it's not the language that people speak every day, it's familiar, because she seems to understand what the voice is saying.

But the voice was so fragmented that it didn't even speak in a coherent sentence. Even if you can understand the meaning, you can't connect them.

She stopped where she was, looking up at the trees still full of dead bodies, and looking down at the swarthy dirt. The smell of corruption and blood became stronger and stronger, but what she also felt was not disgusting and unpleasant, but an inexplicable grief and heartache.

The pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe, and her soul was about to be shattered. The sound of water dropping on something sounded, and she looked down to see a wet piece of leather armor on her chest.

Leather armor, rough leather armor. She reached out and touched the leather armor on her body, the tentacles were slightly cold, but a sense of trust rose up.

A red light floated out of his chest in severe pain, and the red light quickly jumped out of his body, like a bomb that exploded, illuminating everything in his body in an instant.

She didn't have time to take a second look at the person who was nailed to the tree by an arrow not far away, and the severe pain made her scream and gasp for breath, wake up!

Sansha sat on the bed, gasping for breath like someone who had just been dragged back to shore from drowning. With his hands on his chest, his heart beating extremely fast.

The door opened, and Fusu came to the bedside with an arrow, "What's wrong?"

Sang Xia's face was pale, his hands were cold and his hands were trembling, and he kept gasping for air.

Fusu twisted his eyebrows to look at the tear stains on her face, and suddenly hugged her in his arms. At this time, who would think about whether this is a doppelganger or an ontology.

His arms were warm, and he held her tightly in his arms, gently caressing her head.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here. I'm in..."

The door closed softly.

The warm spring sun outside the window sprinkled the green plants through the glass, and the cloth bird flapped its wings and flew down to the windowsill, tilting its head and blinking at the people in the house.

The person in his arms sobbed softly, the person with his round arms was gently patting, and the nightmare slowly faded...

The golden light flashed, and the potted plants actually spit out flower buds, blooming in an instant, lingering in a shallow and gentle fragrance.

The cold body was melted away little by little, and the warmth filled Sanxia's body.

From panting to sobbing until it calms. Moving slightly, Fusu let go of her embrace and wiped the tears from her face.

The fingers touched it as if it smelled of sunshine. Her eyes flickered a little erratically, and he knew she wasn't the same she she was.

Not accustomed to the nature of his embrace, he was not half displeased, patted her shoulder with a slight smile, and said in a harmonious voice: "I didn't see you go to the mountainside to play this morning, and I pushed the door in when I heard screams outside the room." ”

Counted as an explanation, it also made her embarrassment very good.

Looking at her slightly swollen little face and bloodshot eyes, he really wanted to reach out and touch her face, but he held back. As long as she's okay, it's fine, and there's no hurry.

Sangxia shook his head, "It's okay. ”

The Bufeng Bird knocked on the glass window with its beak and made a 'tuk-tuk' sound, and Sang Xia turned his head to look at it, as if one person and one bird were in the same mind. The cloth wind screamed 'yo woo woo', his wings couldn't be spread, and a high feather on the top of his head spread upright like a peacock opening a screen.

This is to please her! Fu Su stood up from the side of the bed with a smile, "I'll go downstairs and warm up some porridge and vegetables for you, and come down after washing." Don't go hungry. ”

Sanxia didn't speak, but nodded. Fusu turned around and went out.

The door closed. Sang Xia sat by the window and did not move for a long time.

In the dream, the corpses are hung in the dense forest, the blood-stained land, no matter how you run, there is no end to the distance, the wind speaks, the sound is in the ears but you can't hear it really... It seems to be true or false, and the painful feeling can't be wrong.

If he hadn't been worried, how could he have heard her exclamation come to his side at the first time?

She may not be that smart, but she's not stupid either, and that's something you can think of. His arms are very warm, his voice is very gentle, no matter how you say that he is annoying, the peace of mind you feel in your arms cannot be wrong.

She didn't know where the dream came from, but she did know that the man, actually, was fine.

What is love? She didn't know anything yet. Only when he was banned, he always smiled when he saw the original 'her' with him, and all the hardships and hardships in the past seemed to have never happened to 'her'. What is there to cure grief and regret?

Now that she knows, it's peace of mind. It was the peace of mind when he said 'I am', and the peace of mind conveyed by his warm breath. Because of peace of mind, you will smile so happily, so bright as the sun, and as warm as the wind!

It was neither early nor late, close to noon, Sanxia's breakfast, and the rest of the people's lunch.

Qiao Ziye and Su'er looked at the big bowl of sand and ginger egg porridge in Sang Xia's hand, and swallowed their saliva, only greedy. Even if Fusu didn't have to look at the two of them to scare them, they wouldn't be stupid enough to grab food from Sang Xia.

Without Meng Yi's days, it's simply 'life is better than death'.

Fusu cooks occasionally, that is, occasionally, once every three days at most, it's not that he's lazy, it's really that Qiao Ziye can't stand his slow grinding.

But any chef who has a little pursuit will not cook indiscriminately, it is the middle of the night, and it is impossible for someone like Fusu to do it.

In the past two days, Fusu seems to have changed his temperament, and he cooks early every day, and the meals are served on time.

But this is not the most uncommon thing, Sang Xia, who has been addicted for more than a month, suddenly said that he would get out of the pit. It's not at all like what is said on the Internet, what quitting online games is like quitting drugs.

Looking at Sang Xia's complacent look, there was no pain. However, Su'er pestered Sang Xia to start a group and roared from time to time, but was ignored.

It's also strange to say, Dashen Cheng Biting Jin also said that he has been busy with work recently and has no time to play games. In the end, the scum of the bronze level was forced out of the pit because it was unclaimed.

What should I do, I was scolded by others for being a pit, and I also greeted my parents, elders, family and relatives in various ways, so angry that I wanted to get into my mobile phone and find each other to compete.

Although I think about it afterwards, I don't seem to have any relatives to greet me, but I can't hold back the anger in my heart.

For Qiao Ziye, this is a rare good day.

I eat and drink well every day, and I can 'play' with Su'er like before, so happy. Although he is usually the one who is chased to 'play', as long as she doesn't get tired of the guy who looks like he has a disgusting voice.

Helan still comes to deliver pastries every day, and finally knows why Guiwu is so busy that he can't see anyone, and he has to make snacks and eat for the tenth person, which is still a beginner and not a journeyman. It's really sad, what is the use of raising a girl you say, alas!

Of course, this is just Shi Xuanxuan's personal grievances for Guiwu, and the old bald donkey himself is very happy.

Yo, the girl's heart is moved. It's really a Yulin brain, I don't have any eyesight at all, and I don't look at Qiao Ziye's thief eyes and I don't know when I just focus on Su'er, blind, alas...

Ah Demon smiled and shook his head, "You, you still don't understand." It's better for this woman to have sustenance than to plunge headlong into bad things. Gui Wu's little, and you still want to hide it from me, hehe, Yuan Shen's enchantment is a fart in our eyes. Right..."

The demon sat on the recliner in the courtyard of the West Wing, propped up his head and looked to the side.

Shi Xuanxuan rolled his eyes, "Okay, okay, your family is the strongest, okay." I said that in your situation, you really don't want to help Fusu? He is already well now, and you don't need to worry about this, that, "She took a bite of the chestnut cake and thought about it, sighed and said, "Sang Xia, that girl, I really have a lot of affection, and I don't know if I can pay it back." ”

"Ahem..."Ah Demon coughed violently while lying on the chair, and Shi Xuanxuan fed two sips of hot tea for a while before calming down, relieving his previous thoughts.

"It's not that you don't want to find the Fusu Gang, it's that it's not time yet. ”

"You, I think that even if you die and suffer by force, you will not take a mirror to look at your face, which is about to turn white. ”

Shi Xuanxuan really felt sorry for Ah You, and while saying angrily, his subordinates kept feeding him a sip of tea, and when he saw that his breath had calmed down, he stuffed the chestnut cake that had eaten half of the previous food into her mouth.

"Xuanxuan, if you were given a choice, one side is the clansman and the other is yourself, what decision would you make?"

After eating the chestnut cake, Ah Demon raised his chin slightly to look at Shi Xuanxuan and asked.

Shi Xuanxuan... After a moment of silence, I didn't know what to answer, and then said, "No matter what, I'll do my best!"