Waking up in the chaos and looking around, it was a completely different scene from before.

Time seems to freeze in the silence of all things. Through the crater, you can see the scene of the sky, which was originally clear and clear, and now the dark blue starry night sky, an unknown galaxy, emits a soft light in the sky.

The night light is soft, sprinkled on Jingye's body, plated with a layer of silver light, showing that her complexion is crystal clear, soft as jade, like an immortal who has fallen into the mortal dust.

Pieces of pink petals, with a faint fragrance, fell on Jingye's body.

Cherry blossoms?It's not early spring yet, where do the cherry blossoms come from?

Jing Ye stretched out his hand to brush away the petals on his face, but he didn't expect that his arm seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, so he only lifted it for half a moment, and then fell heavily, splashing countless petals, and lost his eyes.

There was a faint sound of children's laughter.

I don't know how long it has been, as if I have been forgotten by the world, and I am just a speck of dust.

"I don't know how long it's been since I saw a human. ”

A crisp and pleasant sound like a brass bell came from above.

Small figure, round facial features, smooth and fair skin, under the curled and long eyelashes, a pair of eyes, no focus.

Jing Ye felt her abdomen sink, and the little person was standing on top of her, tiptoe forward, stepping on it, Jing Ye snorted.

The petals on his face were brushed away by a pair of hands, and an old but still clear portrait came into view, which was a man.

His eyes were like a piece of sunlight breaking through the clouds in winter, with an undetectable coldness, his lips were as red as jade, and the corners of his mouth were raised. Wearing wide sleeves in ink, he is even more picturesque.

"Recognize?"

Jing Ye shook his head slightly.

A look of loss flashed in the woman's eyes.

With a movement of the hand, the portrait is closed.

Jump on the cherry blossom tree, lean against the trunk, keep shaking your legs, and look straight ahead with your eyes.

Many green points of light came out of the air, and one by one, round bodies fell on Jing Ye, looking at her very curiously.

At this time, Jingye had regained some strength, a small green dot, jumped in front of her eyes, transparent body, green liquid flowed in its body, two big dark green eyes flickered, looking at her curiously.

The green liquid seems to have been seen somewhere, and if you think about it, isn't this the liquid in the elixir?

Jing Ye slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed and touched its body, it didn't dodge, and even rubbed Jing Ye's palm affectionately.

The cold touch of the hand is no different from the spirit gathering grass, a bold idea pops out of the brain, and the grass can become a demon?!

The woman on the tree looked at Jingye with her peripheral vision, there are so many beauties in the world, this woman is mediocre, but she suffers from the handsome man, and she is obsessed with her.

"Then why do you have to be him?"

A deep, old voice came into her head.

The woman withdrew her feet, rested on the branches, looked at the trunk, and gently stroked the rough and cracked bark with her hands, but did not speak.

An illusion appeared in front of him, and the pavilion patrol was meditating in it, in fact, he had already seen through this illusion, but he had refused to come out of it.

The woman thought it was funny, in this illusion, is there anything worth making him nostalgic?

Although I don't know what kind of illusion he has experienced, her illusion will never be happy and beautiful, but will only bring fear, fear, and despair.

The woman suddenly felt nauseous, blood gushed in her mouth, and a mouthful of warm blood fell on the trunk of the tree, and the branches immediately surrounded her.

The green elf, who also felt uneasy, left Jingye and disappeared into the trunk.

I saw a place on the mountain wall, a burst of flying sand and stones, a big hole was broken, and the hair was scattered everywhere in the air, which was a bit of a killing.