Lingtian Temple Zhu Yaju, Jiuyou was lying on the bed and couldn't sleep, and the worried Qiao Zhi sat on the edge of her bed, using her spiritual power, carefully probing her physical condition.

Everything is normal in her body, there are no symptoms, it stands to reason that she should be awake, but why is she still not awake? Could it be that her narcolepsy is still not resolved, or is she unwilling to wake up?

Qiao Zhi thought of the tears on her cheeks just now, and thought that the death of the ancestor and the tree spirit who came to Lingtian Temple to open the sect had hit her very hard, and she couldn't get out for a while, so she must have been very sad.

Qiao Zhi was helpless, so he directly took out an intact guqin at random, sat down alone near the windowsill, and began to play the requiem.

I hope this requiem can soothe your sad heart.

Jiuyou, who locked his consciousness in the soul space, suddenly heard a familiar song coming from outside, and without thinking about it, he knew that it was him who was playing outside.

Today is his birthday, but he has been running for himself for most of the day, and now he is still playing the piano for himself and coaxing himself. She seems to have been letting others worry about herself. But he never did anything for him.

Qiao Zhi, my illness is not very serious, one day, will it affect you, I don't want anyone to hurt me, and I don't want anyone to die because of me. It's so good, it's too heavy, I can't afford it, I'm afraid.

But no, don't be so kind to me, I can't afford to repay such affection.

Jiuyou looked at the direction where the lotus flower disappeared in a daze, and she suddenly wanted to see what the curse that bound her body was?

She stood up and walked into the depths of her soul, and the closer she got, the colder it became, as if from spring to autumn, and then slowly to winter.

The first time she saw her Shenhai space, it turned out that there was such a cold place in her world, not all blue sky and white clouds, and the sun was shining.

She trembled, hugged her arms, and slowly moved forward in fear.

The closer she got, the colder it became, and the more difficult and dangerous it became, as if there was a kind of resistance in the dark that was preventing her from moving forward.

She was scared, but stubborn, and wanted to see what was wrong with her. Solve your own things yourself. She walked into the snow with difficulty.

Until the cold, her face was frozen red, her hands and feet were numb, her whole body became stiff, and her lower limbs became heavy. This scene is so similar to the first Nether Ascension to the Snow Mountain in her memory, but the cold here is even worse than the thousand-year-old Snow Mountain, before, she could carry Sister Qingxue to the top smoothly, but here, she found that if she took another step, she might really freeze to death here. The extreme cold here is beyond the limits of what the human body can accept.

She looked at the endless snowy scene in front of her, opened the eyes of the Protoss, and kept probing forward until she was uncomfortable, and finally saw a humanoid shadow in the depths of the distance, she looked like herself, but she squatted on the ground and was bound in the ice and snow by a few thick chains, silent in it, was that her? The other half of her?

She just wanted to open her eyes and try to look more closely, when suddenly from the chains, a terrifying and evil aura permeated the eyes, reflected in her eyes of the gods, and she saw a picture:

His whole body was covered in blood, unkempt, and his eyes were no longer as blue as the beautiful sky he was now, but black and white like everyone else, and it was no longer bright, as if his eyes were very bad, as if he was injured and half-blind.

Standing alone on a battlefield of corpses and a sea of blood, surrounded by stumps and broken arms, dripping with blood, human bones everywhere, with no end in sight, there was a small stream next to her, passing by her, but the stream was not water, but red blood.

The whole world is even more gray and gloomy, bloody and stinking, depressing and suffocating, just like the eighteen layers of hell mentioned in the play, which makes people desperate and breathless, and in such a terrifying battlefield, she is alone, accompanied by thousands of corpses.

Death, fear, loneliness, despair, helplessness...... All the negative emotions enveloped her at this moment.

The picture disappeared, Jiuyou's face was pale and terrified, she staggered back in fear, and her numb and stiff legs and feet were frozen, but she didn't listen to the call, and fell backwards in embarrassment and fell directly into the snow.

It's horrible here, it's the end of the world, leave! Leave immediately!!

Jiuyou was terrified, and there was only one thought left in his heart, that is, to leave here immediately. She couldn't breathe.

She trembled, stood up, hurriedly ran back and forth, accidentally fell again, she crawled and ran, feeling that this place was too evil, so terrifying, this is a place for people to stay, she can't be the devil's abode by mistake, right?

It wasn't until she heard the familiar sound of the piano, ran out of the snow, and returned to this blue sky and daytime space that she felt as if she had come to life.

Is that a curse? It's so terrifying.

She squatted helplessly on the ground, looking at the vast space of the divine soul around her, feeling that it was too close to the place of the evil gate, walking in the snow, and the picture she saw was too terrifying, and the originally warm places around it had become colder.

She looked at the entire soul space alone, empty and desolate, and suddenly felt a little scared in her heart, wanting to find someone to accompany her.

The familiar sound of the piano kept coming in from outside, as if it came from the distant sky, and it seemed to be close at hand.

This kind of piano sound, how familiar it is, in Jiuyou's mind, in a vague way, some fragmentary pictures began to appear, which was the fragments of himself frozen by a cold pool for a hundred years, and suddenly flashed sporadically.

Pain, loneliness, helplessness...... At this moment, all the sensory memories of the past suddenly found her.

She held her head and shook her head desperately, trying to shake off these bad memories, she panicked, feeling like a drowning person who fell into the sea, constantly struggling with life and death, always hovering on the edge of life and death, she wanted to shout, but before she could open her mouth and shout, the sea water poured into her mouth, she wanted to climb out of the water, but the more she struggled, the more her body sank.

The fear of death is constantly magnified in this moment.

"Save ......" she tried her best and only shouted out this one word.

And Qiao Zhi, who was originally on the edge of the windowsill, constantly playing the piano, was a little distracted, suddenly heard this word, he turned his head to look at Jiuyou in confusion, but saw her lying on the bed, with her eyes closed, reaching out and constantly grabbing up, as if she wanted to grab something, the whole person was like a nightmare, enchanted.

Qiao Zhi was shocked, and quickly teleported to the side of her bed, trying to shake her awake, but as soon as she reached out, she was firmly grasped by her, so hard that she couldn't break it.

"Nine shades, wake up" Qiao Zhi called out again and again in worry.

Jiuyou, who has been hovering on the edge of life and death, suddenly heard someone on the water calling her name anxiously, very familiar, she felt that someone held her hand, the hand that pulled her was a little cold, but very warm, is she saved? In the next moment, she woke up from her nightmare and saw Qiao Zhi at a glance.

She quickly sat up from the bed, gasping for air, but her hands were clinging to one of his hands, not letting go. Feeling the stiffness of his hands, she coveted the warmth of his hands. Holding the dead, for fear that he would slip away. The experience just now, she felt as if she had walked through the ghost gate, and her memory was still fresh and frightened.

Qiao Zhi was once again caught away by her defenselessly, he instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but she hugged it too tightly, he broke free slightly, but he didn't dare to use too hard, for fear of scaring her.

"Don't move," Jiuyou whispered hoarsely. There was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Qiao Zhi was stunned, and he felt that her whole body was trembling all the time.

Is it cold? But now it's June, it's the hottest time of the year, or is she afraid of something?

Could it be that the death of the ancestor of the Kaipai sect and the tree spirit scared her?

Also, after all, it was two fresh lives, and she died because of her, and she must be full of guilt in her heart.

He was silent, feeling her fear and fear, as well as the softness in his hands, he didn't know how to comfort her except to force down the discomfort in his heart and let her hold her.

"It's so quiet, can you sing?" Jiuyou slowed down for a while, and finally calmed down a little, but the surroundings were pitch black and silent, and she suddenly didn't like it.

"......" Qiao Zhi was helpless, and just wanted to refuse, but seeing that she was still a little trembling and delicate, thinking about today's scene, it also scared her. He wanted to speak and stopped, and suddenly found that he could not say anything about refusal.

"You let go, I'll play the piano for you" Qiao Zhijue's two people seem to be a little too intimate now, and a little ambiguous, his breath is starting to mess up again, such an uncontrollable feeling, he is very uncomfortable.

"No, hold it again" Only by holding his hand in her hand will her heart not be empty, and she will not feel so afraid.

"Men and women don't kiss, it's not good" Qiao Zhi was helpless, so he had to explain to her.

"I've kissed everything, what's wrong" Jiuyou replied dissatisfiedly.

"......" Qiao Zhi

"Besides, you're mine sooner or later, what's wrong," Jiuyou said stubbornly.

“…… Not yet," Qiao Zhi said in a low voice, but his earlobes were slightly red.

“…… Hey" Jiuyou suddenly thought of her condition, she might be gone one day, she couldn't delay him, let alone affect him, thinking of this, she reluctantly let go of her hand, lowered her head, and was silent.

Suddenly withdrawing his hand back, Qiao Zhi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. But when I saw her very lonely and secretly sad, I suddenly felt a little distressed, and I felt that her appearance was so pitiful, like an abandoned puppy.

His eyes darkened, and he returned to the edge of the guqin on the windowsill in an instant, meditated and breathed, and began to stretch out his hand to play the empty flower moon.

In order to satisfy her and comfort her, he sang a ballad for the first time in front of people.

The voice is clean and low, eloquent, and very good. sang into the heart of Jiuyou at once.

Jiuyou raised his head in shock, turned his head to look at him, in front of the windowsill, in the night, he was dressed in white, pure and flawless, not stained with a trace of dust, handsome like a prince who came out of a fairy tale, and the gods accidentally fell into the dust.

He is not only good-looking, but his temperament is also very attractive, especially when he plays the piano and sings seriously for her alone, how elegant and charming.