Ying Xiangwu said that a certain woman is like Zhao Han's shadow, following her like a shadow. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Now, it's an almost fantastical space, peculiar and boundless.

Here, the fantasy of the world is disdainful of everything else, and even she has become a bug-like existence, always reminding Zhao Han that this is a false world, and wrapping herself is false.

But she is such a person, she didn't turn her face on the spot, but waited, as if waiting for someone to appear, and firmly believed that someone would definitely appear.

Miss Win waited for it, so she smiled, she was always the winner.

But when Zhao Han turned around, there was nothing there, only endless darkness and endless void.

It is pitch black all around, there is no concept of time, space, etc., here, time and space seem to come to a standstill, without any meaning.

What is she looking at?

In the dark, Zhao Han's body curled up, and he didn't look back to look for Ying Shang Wu's figure, because he knew that Ying Shang Wu had disappeared.

The joking-like beginning brings a contemplation that makes people want to recall, think, and explore, but can't enter.

Who is that man?

Does she really exist?

Was it a joke that Lian Ni Shang played with him, and the seed that remained in his heart sprouted?

There has never been such a moment that makes Zhao Han so disgusted with his character.

Is a life where memories can be sealed at any time, really complete?

Curled up in the void, Zhao Han pondered, confused, and finally closed his eyes as he looked at the darkness around him.

Darkness is really a lonely thing, and only lonely people will choose to bury themselves in it.

Zhao Han didn't want to die yet, so he saw the light.

The gray starlight, like a gift falling from the sky, was sent to him, raising his head slightly, Zhao Han took a step forward and began to chase the light.

At a long distance, the stars were bright in front of him, but the hint of gray made Zhao Han feel a little estranged, like something between the two, so that he was obviously close but couldn't touch it anyway!

What exactly?

Time? Space? The diaphragm of the world? Or is it a spiritual wall?

Why is that light there?

Very tired because I chased it for too long.

Don't give up, because he wants the feeling of light.

What held him back?

Standing in front of the light and shadow, Zhao Han smiled slightly, surrounded by a tender green sapling slowly growing behind him.

In the next second, I only felt that the time and space around me that separated me shook slightly, and it shattered like glass, and the sound was so crisp.

Coming out of the endless darkness, what appeared in front of Zhao Han was a psychedelic world.

Colorful, surrounded by colorful bubbles, each bubble flashes with a memory, only a small part of these memories are his, so small that they are negligible, in this almost endless world of bubbles, it seems so inconspicuous.

Farther away, there was a series of bubbles, these bubbles formed a beautiful arc, and gradually merged into a larger bubble, and the owner of the bubble was Ning Caichen, who had just gone missing.

"So, is this a fantasy world?"

Some hoarse voices came from Zhao Han's throat, and the hoarseness and dyingness startled him, and after a long silence, Zhao Han walked to the middle of the large colorful bubble, and reached out and clicked on it.

A crisp voice sounded, obviously with his eyes open, but Zhao Han woke up from his closed eyes in the next moment.

Looking up, the sky was full of stars.

"Where is this?"

The subtle sound of insects did not stop ringing in Zhao Han's ears, and when he glanced around, a verdant and vibrant barren mountain appeared in front of Zhao Han.

"Lanruo Temple?"

After Zhao Han spit out the name, he shook his head gently.

This is not Lanruo Temple, at least not the Lanruo Temple of the Chinese Ghost Story, Zhao Han is very sure, because he didn't feel the breath of those monks here, some are just... How many remnants?

In a vibrant world, apart from the background of flowers, grass and insects, there is only a chance that the remnant soul still exists?

How could such a world be that incredibly small world?

Walking forward, after walking for five minutes, the ruined temple of Lanruo Temple had already appeared in front of Zhao Han.

To describe this place with a broken temple, it is a little unsuitable, pavilions, flowers and birds, rockeries, water pavilions and amber, wine and peach sources, if you look at it with the naked eye, it is clearly a rich mansion hidden in the barren mountains!

It is really a very beautiful house, no worse than Zhao Han's palace in the White Snake World, it looks exquisite and full of elegant style, in someone's words, it is full of petty bourgeoisie.

Petty!

I don't know how this word suddenly popped out of that dusty memory, Zhao Han felt a little funny and a little dazed after thinking about it.

Seems to be affected by the feeling of loss?

Shaking his head and shaking off that inexplicable emotion, Zhao Han closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the cyan flames of that day had already begun to burn.

The world is split in half at this point.

Wonderful halves!

Different from what Zhao Han originally felt, in this world, there are actually not only some remnant souls, but also two acquaintances that Zhao Han has seen.

One of them was Ning Caichen, who was in an apparently renovated "Lanruo Temple" at this time, where he was holding a beautiful woman and was full of passion.

The other person was a small monk who had met Zhao Han twice.

His Dharma name seems to be called Caution?

Like Ning Caichen, this wary little monk was also dreaming of his sweet dreams at this time.

The cave flower candle and the woman sat on the big red bed in a small and dignified manner, with a red cloth on the top of her head, and the wary monk was holding a golden pole in her hand at this time, and was standing at the head of the bed with a tangled face.

It's interesting.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Han smiled freely, and could see that in this illusory world, he was not the only one who was entangled.

He took a soft breath and slowly exhaled it.

didn't get confused anymore, Zhao Han had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he strode into this poetic scene.

In the big red room, the red candle flame illuminates a small area.

Wariness... Zhou Lang held the golden hammer in his hand, looking at the beautiful woman sitting on the bed in front of him, his eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

At that moment, a woman's soft voice sounded.

"Xianggong... How long do you want me to wait..."

The woman's voice seemed a little coquettish, as if she was discouraged by Zhou Lang's inaction, after all, the hall had worshipped, but what was the matter with the pause at this time?

You must know that now in the wedding room, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold.

Is she so unattractive?

"I... I think it's better for me to go back and become a monk.. Right... It's better to be a monk."

Zhou Lang put down the golden hammer in his hand in a little panic, and saw that he first sat softly on the chair next to him, and then picked up the wine jug on the table and poured it into his mouth fiercely.

You know, he's a monk!!

Why did you get married in a blink of an eye?

After being a monk for more than 100 years, I suddenly encountered such a scene... Vigilant said that he was still a virgin and didn't know what to do next!

"Poof"

As if sensing the imitation of her father-in-law, the woman sitting upright on the bed couldn't help laughing: "What do you think, hurry up and pick up my head, we haven't drunk a glass of wine yet!" ”

The woman's delicate voice sounded in the happy room again.

"Oh... Good... I'll be right away! ”

Awakened by the woman's words, Zhou Lang came back to his senses a little, picked up the golden hammer from the table again, and hesitantly walked to the woman's bedside.

"Do you really want to untie it?" Zhou Lang asked hesitantly.

"What do you say?" The woman replied angrily.

"Then I'll untie it..."

"Well..."

The beautiful scenery, the flowers and candles in the cave, everything seems to be so beautiful, until someone suddenly interjects.

"Are you going to unravel her skull?"

The voice was full of three-point laughter, but it made Zhou Lang suddenly startled.

Suddenly turned around, and saw that the door of the room opened automatically without wind, and Zhao Han, who was dressed as a scholar outside the door, was leaning against the door and looking at him with a smile.

"Leave me alone, keep doing it, and see if there will be a bunch of brains underneath when you uncover your skull."

There was a bit of urging in the playful words, it seemed that Zhao Han especially wanted to see Zhou Lang's expression when he uncovered the red hood?

That's true!

Because the person sitting on the bed was not a person at all, and it was even different from the illusory identity of Ying Xiangwu, because the one sitting under the red head was simply a wisp of wandering remnant soul!

It's strange that in this illusory world, the existence of remnant souls can be accommodated, and they are shown to be so sane that they don't have the crazy appearance of the real world at all.

But because of this, Zhao Han was even more looking forward to seeing what was hidden under the red cloth!

Zhao Han had a happy attitude, but Zhou Lang, as the "protagonist", was looking at Zhao Han with a tangled face, clasped his hands together, bowed and saluted: "His Royal Highness King Ming"

"Uh... Leave me alone, take off your hijab"

Seeing that the wary monk was like this, Zhao Han rolled his eyes and continued to urge: "The bride is still waiting at the head of the bed, you don't move, be careful and go wrong again after a while."

Something went wrong?

The vigilant monk who had just straightened up suddenly stiffened, but the sound of "waves" suddenly came from Zhao Han's ears....

Ocean wave?

It's a barren mountain in the hinterland!!

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, the flames in Zhao Han's eyes flashed, and the next moment, a huge spiritual power spread outward from the center of his body.

When the waves subsided, the flood would not come.

And the wary heart seemed to be stunned by the scene in front of him, looking at Zhao Han who was expressionless on the other side, the whole person was stunned in place, not knowing what to do.