It's night. From time to time, there was the impatient rebuke of the little girl and the laughter of a certain fox general in the side hall.

Two voices came and went, if this was left in the human world, if it was not safe, the next-door neighbor would call the police directly. Proper lewd uncle blasphemed little Lori! But, this is the fox clan, and it is the dormitory of Aran Palace. The guards all knew that General Mu Huo was actually a big demon king in the mixed world, and whoever dared to care about his business would be itchy and beaten. Besides, aren't there a few big men in the side hall, nothing can happen. No matter how hungry and thirsty the general is, he won't attack a little girl, don't there be seven wives and concubines in the family, it's not bad!

The guards were patrolling and chewing some of them, and a group of internal officials were standing at the door carrying several huge buckets and hot water when they heard the sound coming from inside, and they couldn't decide whether to knock on the door or not. Until a group of palace maids held a few basins and looked at the officials angrily, the big palace maid greeted him, and after getting the answer from the inside, she opened the door, and the group was busy for a while, and then respectfully withdrew. This formation, Fusu has long understood. And Yayoi and Rong Yuan didn't react until this time, this fox clan is really as Fusu said on the way when he came, comparable to the Tang Dynasty. What a glorious dynasty a thousand years ago, what a glory! For the court of the Tang Dynasty, basically a man would think about it, but now he has such a profound experience in the realm of the secret clan!

Fusu and the others couldn't help but gasp when they looked at the fruits of the labor of these internal officials and palace maids. The silk screen is used as a partition, and several large barrels are sprinkled with various flower petals and spices, which are steaming so hot that the whole room is full of fragrance, and it is like a fairyland.

Mu Huo smacked his lips, and said meaninglessly, "Ming'er will come to play with you again, brother will go first." ”

, who wants to play with you. Brother Huan, how old are you, which of the three of us is less than two thousand years old. Roll on...

Whew! Comfortable! This thing is really enjoyable! Yayoi and Rong Yuan simply withdrew the screen to the side, and the two chatted while taking a bath. didn't say anything, mainly made a judgment around Rong Yuan's injury, and how long he would have to recuperate before he recovered. Rong Yuan estimated it himself, and it would take a small week to say the least. Oh, that's good. Yayoi was relieved. As he spoke, his eyelids became heavy...

Fusu was not a snooze, but it was also strange, and he couldn't tell if he was really tired or because of the battle with dark energy, which caused his spirit to be a little faint, and he actually fell asleep after hearing Yayoi's sound.

After a short rest, I woke up to the moonlight. It was a very good night's sleep. It's as if the soul has been nourished by some kind of magical ability, and the whole person can't say the spirit. All three of them tried it, and indeed, the depleted spiritual power was actually full.

The most strange thing is that Rong Yuan's injuries that should have been recuperated for a week to recover are all healed! Could it be that the fox clan has some secret recipe that has not been passed on? It is similar to a human medicinal bath or something?

Suddenly, there was a burst of music outside. Like Xun, it is slightly brighter than Xun, not so deep and secluded; like a cave, it is less mournful than the vicissitudes of life, and more is vast.

The song is simple, as if it is telling a heartfelt matter. The melody has an indescribably complex meaning, maybe it's a matter that no one can understand!

The three of them picked up their clothes and put them on, and stood quietly in the room to listen, and every note seemed to fall in their hearts. What goes straight to the soul is the sense of access to the vastness of the world, the freedom to fly, the intoxication of the wind, and faintly, there is infinite reluctance, longing and a certain kind of regret...

At the end of the song, it was like Huang Liang waking up from a dream. In that dream, there was a cloud-covered unknown and a bright moon shining suddenly, as if a lifetime had passed and it seemed as if it had never existed. Isn't the world like a big dream!

Fusu and Yayoi opened the door one left and one right, and outside the house, the soft light of the bright moon fell to the ground. In the distance, the pink walls and tiles are towering and straight, and the quiet low courtyard is close to the meandering stream and the flowing water, which makes people feel a sense of trance under the soft white light. It seems like you have stepped back in time to hundreds, thousands of years ago...

There is a pine tree in the low courtyard, the sturdy trunk is not very tall, and a small figure sits firmly on the top of the umbrella crown.

June was holding a flute-like artifact in his hand, and was looking down at the three people standing in front of the door. The three of them also looked at her, and with just one glance, it was as if they had seen the end of the years in those star-like eyes.

June withdrew his eyes and looked up at the full moon in the sky, and whispered, "I miss her so much!"

I miss her so much!

There was a wind, and the wind of the summer night was supposed to be cool, but this gust of wind carried a chill to the heart.

I miss her so much!

The moon is sparse, and there is only one full moon in the sky that is extremely round, but there is not a single star accompanying it. This may be the loneliest moonlight in the world, so abundant and yet so lonely. It was originally lusterless, it was originally just a bleak planet full of holes, but it reflected the light that belonged to the sun. The light was not theirs, but it was borrowed by it to nourish itself. Perhaps, Yue'er loves the sun deeply, just as the darkness will eventually fall into the arms of light. So, it refracts the sun's light, so it looks a little like the sun!

I miss her so much!

Perhaps, everyone's thoughts about her are different, but no matter what kind of missing, it has penetrated countless times and crossed the vast years to arrive at this night.

It's a pity! No matter how much time or time passes, we can only miss her! We will never be able to catch up with her. None of us can stand with her, and we can't even do anything. Only waiting, only waiting. Wait until all the light and darkness in this world are gone, wait until the vicissitudes of life, the stars change, and when she forgets everything again and wakes up from her slumber, but at that time, where are we going to find her at that time?

The pine crown did not move, and June flew down gently. Fusu, Yayoi, and Rong Yuan looked at her quietly.

They didn't ask, although they knew in their hearts that when she was in Changbai Mountain, she had recaptured the last spirit that belonged to the ancient lamp and had restored the long-term memory of the original impact. The memory that belongs to the ancient lamp itself. But they don't ask, and they don't ask. Needless to say, the three of them did not say a word in a very tacit understanding.

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At this time, they knew that when the time came, she was still willing to open her heart to them after all.

No matter who she is, whether it is the eternally ten-year-old Little June or the Lamp Spirit Desolate Black Dragon, she will always be their most beloved little sister.

And she, not seeing Rong Yuan injured, the last seal that locked the original god was broken free by her strong desire to protect him. At that moment, the energy was unsealed, the original impact was lifted, and memories flooded in like a tidal wave, overflowing all her consciousness. How dangerous, she wouldn't tell them, if it weren't for the obsession with her loved ones in her heart at that moment, she might not be able to keep the emotions and memories that belonged to June. She didn't care about her own changes in the slightest, she still wanted to be the little sister of the two of them, protected by them, falling asleep in Brother Yuan's arms, and letting Brother Yayoi carry her back to climb trees and pick wild fruits...

However, whether it's June or the famine, the person I miss the most is her!

It is the heroic Shenbei, the brilliant and innocent Sangxia, and the one who had no choice but to leave and let her plunge into the dark abyss alone, the lord of the barbarian underworld - Xuancang.

Xuancang!

Savage Hades. No one knew it existed in a country that had been sealed in the dust of time immemorial. There is no record in the world, this unfamiliar name, Fusu has only heard in the mouth of the soul of the emperor cypress. Yayoi and Rong Yuan had never heard of it.

They are also people who have traveled all over the world, living for more than 2,000 years, and although they do not know the secrets of the world, they also know the trajectory of the entire planet. However, what kind of existence is the barbaric underworld?

"It is said that there are gods in the world. It is also said that there are no gods in the world. People say that this planet is very simple, air, soil, fire, water, sky, earth, plants, animals, living and dead things, and people say that this planet is very complicated, under the earth, above the deep space, under the ocean floor, desert jungles, countless unknown creatures, inaccessible dead places. People always say that they are the spirits of all things, but whenever there is a disaster, they remember the existence of the gods. June's voice was soft and clean, and her face was calm, as if she was telling a story that had nothing to do with her, or as if she was recalling a past that was too far away to find a clue.

Whether it's a story or a past. She is the one who has witnessed all the great glory and loneliness. She tried to pull herself out of it, but she couldn't help but fall into it. Those pasts are like a huge swamp, and only by being in it can we see the whole picture and appreciate its might. It was only when she entered the swamp that she could see the man she had abandoned in the darkness.

"If there really is a god in this world, only one can be called it. Xuancang. Only she is worthy of these two words. Only she can afford the meaning of these two words!"

Xuancang, Xuancang. Fusu suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a detail left behind by him. He frowned, listening, thinking. Until he completely remembered where he had seen some hieroglyphic sigil. In Sanxia's paintings!

Maybe no one knows, but it is impossible for him not to know. Because every time she paints, he will always be on the side, quietly reading a book, occasionally looking up at her movements. He has repeatedly found that in her paintings, sometimes there is some kind of delicate outline, and sometimes it is written directly on the manuscript and then buried in it with color. In short, in almost every painting he had ever seen, there was that sigil. He asked her curiously, and she only said that for some reason she always felt that these two words seemed to have something to do with her, or maybe she just liked it!

Maybe, just like it, maybe it has something to do with it...

He left behind too many details, details that he might have noticed something unusual at the time but didn't think about it. But even if he noticed it at the time, what should he do? He had no way of verifying, no clues, and no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't have thought that it would be related to some mysterious country from time immemorial.

Who would have thought that an ordinary girl from a small mountain village would be the lord of an ancient and mysterious country!

However, this is the way things are, not because they are not unrelated, but because those small fragments do not put together a complete picture.

Yang Qiqi said that there was no record of her birth in the realm of the dead, she was a person who should not exist, and Lan Yin, the soul seeker, could not see through her previous life, what could a brand-new human soul that had no previous life and was not naturally conceived by heaven and earth?

She is resolute and resolute like an ordinary girl, she is so gentle that she will never hurt anyone, and she can already see Fusu's golden light spiritual power when she is just an ordinary person. At that time, Shenyong's half-soul had not yet awakened, and she did not have the ability to swallow clouds and spitt mist, or even the ability to protect herself. Between life and death, she chose to leave the opportunity to die and live to Lin Ran. This kind of courage is not possessed by ordinary people. She loves the world so much that it sometimes makes Fusu feel incredible. That love is not because of her curiosity about the world, but really, from the depths of her soul.

She couldn't bear to look at every piece of news that destroyed the environment, but she stared at her phone again and again, and then silently shed tears. Such bizarre behavior is not once or twice, but often on a daily basis. She always said that she had to work hard to make money, and when she had money, she would not only have to support the Soviet Union, but also do public welfare, and protect this beautiful planet. Whenever there is a bloody case or a brawl, she is always very angry. That anger was a far cry from the gentle appearance she had always had, as if the person injured in the bloodshed was a relative to her. She was heartbroken, but she didn't cry, she was just angry, sometimes so angry that she couldn't eat. Then the next day, as if nothing happened, as if she had forgotten what had made her angry.

All, all kinds, she is so different, such a contradictory coexistence, he should have noticed it a long time ago!

"It's a pity that there are no gods in this world. June's expression was very blank when he spoke, and his eyes were empty, as if everyone around him had disappeared.

"Neither is she. She's not a god. She's just Xuancang. He was the first person in this world who knew how to breathe in and gain energy. I don't know where she came from, I just know that when I met her, she saved me!"

The courtyard was very quiet, and there was nothing but the whispers of June. She never looked at the three men in front of her. I sat down on the wooden verandah, and in front of me was the majestic pine tree, which was lush and vigorous. The stream reflects the full moon in the sky, shining brightly and charmingly.

There was silence for a while, and no one asked. And she needs to sort out her thoughts, and sort out something that she regrets not being able to face so far.

"But I was when she was alone in the darkness... It's me who left her, it's me—" June lowered her head, and in the shadow of the moonlight, she could only faintly see what seemed to slip off the side of her face.

"Do you want to see what I used to look like?" she asked suddenly. Yayoi and Rong Yuan nodded without thinking, and Fusu's heart suddenly moved, for some reason, he seemed to have guessed something!