The night of the Soul Division seems to have come to an end.

Meng Yuanji furrowed his eyebrows and turned to look behind him. The dead air of returning to the ruins was permeated in the Duling Division, and those green tiles and vermilion eaves, carved beams and painted buildings, all became detritus.

The most delicate flower, but still in full bloom.

Such a scene is indeed a bit inexplicably weird.

He went straight forward, climbed over a few stones, and stood in front of the flowers. The blood-colored Manzhu Sawa grows vigorously among the rocks, and it still looks breathtaking.

Meng Yuanji stared at the flower, looked at it carefully for a while, turned his head and said, "Since impermanence is dead, does the Duling Division also cease to exist?" ”

Garan didn't move, but only withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes and asked, "Then in your opinion, where are we now?" ”

Meng Yuanji looked around, shook his head and said, "If I knew, could I still stay here and ask you?" ”

He raised his hand, clasped his hands on his chest, as if it was cold, and his voice trembled: "If you want to say that this place is still the Soul Division, I don't seem to look like it; But if you want to say no, it seems to be yes. ”

"I'm confused anyway." Trembling, he cried out, "What's the matter, it's so cold all of a sudden." ”

Tang Ning listened to his words, and when he looked back, Tang Xin, who was standing on the side, was also trembling.

But she didn't feel any coldness herself.

The wasteland-like Crossing Spirit Division still hasn't seen the sun, and it's been extremely deep tomorrow night. It stands to reason that after the dark night, dawn will come soon, but the night of Watari at the moment is like a satin horse with no head and tail.

The smooth black is like the clothes that Abuki wears.

The small blue fireball in Kalan's arms struggled, escaped, and flew to the place where Abuki was standing.

It fell to the ground, whining, whining, and crying.

Abu is gone.

The little boys in black who were always coming and going in the Soul Division were all gone.

But a gust of wind blew, and they didn't even leave ashes.

Ah Yan was dripping with tears.

The blue tears, which were as hot as flames, fell to the ground and made a "snort" sound. While crying, it turned to look at Garan, and said repeatedly: "Ah blow, I want Ah blow ......"

When Meng Yuanji heard this, he walked over the gravel and walked to its side and said, "Ah blow? Do you mean the kid with the pigtails? ”

Ah Yan ignored him, only staring at Jia Lan and shouting.

Meng Yuanji squatted down, his brows furrowed again, and he muttered: "Look at your appearance, it's obviously a fire, why aren't you warm at all?" ”

The little monster who couldn't stop crying immediately cried louder when he heard this.

Angry at it.

This idiot wants to take it to his hands!

Ah Yan flew up and scolded sharply: "I will burn, burn you to death!" ”

However, anger is anger, and this stuttering weakens the momentum.

The expression on Meng Yuanji's face didn't look scared at all. He was just cold, shivering with cold, and even the color of his lips turned blue.

What an ugly bastard.

Ah Yan was extremely disappointed, and flew back to Jia Lan's side in a gloomy manner: "Little master, Ah Blow ......" It was in Jia Lan's ear, and he muttered.

Ah Fu turned into a clay figure and was blown away by the wind, all of which was the fault of impermanence.

What did that sick guy do?

It said angrily that it was going to find Xie Xuan and burn him. The words of his own master, he did not hear a word.

Calling "little master", it pestered Jia Lan, and was about to go to Xie Xuan. Even if the Watari Soul Division became like this, all it had in mind was Ah Blow.

Jia Lan put it aside and said lightly: "Haven't you and Ah Bhui always been at odds with each other?" Why is it that now that people are gone, you cry more than anyone else. ”

Ah Yan was stunned for a moment, and squirmed, I didn't cry!

After speaking, remembering that Tang Ning couldn't understand a few times, it hurriedly repeated it in the words of the human world.

It's just a fox fire, where will there be tears.

It's just like that, and it's clearly happy!

Flying around, thinking about it and thinking, Ah Yan said, I was only halfway through the fight with him! It just couldn't tell the difference between winning and losing, and it wasn't happy.

With that, it finally held back tears.

But after Jia Lan finished speaking, he walked up to Ah Miao.

The young woman in her slumber still showed no signs of waking up.

He recalled what Xie Xuan had said before, and said in a low voice: "The heaven and earth of the Spirit Division, the house, and even those instrument spirits are all things that depend on Xie Xuan. Now that Ah Fu has disappeared, and the Soul Division has become like this again, I think Xie Xuan is no longer here. ”

Tang Ning groaned and said forward, "But the flowers are still blooming." ”

Since everything in the Soul Crossing Division depends on Xie Xuan to live, the gods are not there, the power is gone, and these flowers on the other side should be like those little boys in black, "dead".

She stood beside Jia Lan and bent down to look at Ah Miao on the ground: "Moreover, this is still the Soul Division." ”

"Huh?" Meng Yuanji leaned forward suspiciously, "How do you say this?" ”

Tang Ning pointed ahead and said calmly: "Because the entrance to the ruins is still in the same place." ”

Meng Yuanji looked over in surprise.

He knew what Guiru was, and he had seen these two words in books many times, but the entrance to Guiru was so close to them.

The unobstructed building, the huge door, appeared hideously in sight.

He subconsciously took a step back.

Mere mortals, at this moment, finally understood the meaning of the word "mere".

Before leaving Xiling, his father's words of scolding him rang in his ears again - stupid! Monkey business! Darn! Bring about one's own destruction!

The old man split his head and covered his face and scolded him for two hours.

He never knew that a person could have so many words when he was angry.

Obviously, no matter how naughty he was when he was young, the old man just smiled and asked him to stand down.

He said he was going to find the monster, and the old man was really mad.

Not to mention whether there are monsters in the world, even if there are, what can you do, a stinky boy with a curse and no learning?

The old man threw the teapot and kicked down the stool, scolding him and teaching him a lesson.

The little guy outside the door, listening to the movement, was half shocked and half dead, and hurriedly ran to find his wife.

But he had already made up his mind.

Seeing this, the old man scolded "stubborn", sat back in his chair, and began to sigh, saying that he is the only son, and if something happens, what will the parents do at home?

He thought about it for a moment and told the old man that he was in the prime of life, so why not have another one, but the old man picked up a chair and smashed him.

Unfilial son, unfilial son, unfilial son...... The old man chattered for a long time, locked the doors and windows, and left him away.

At that time, the old man must not have thought that he would be able to slip out even if the door was locked.

Thinking of the past, Meng Yuanji looked away: "The appearance of that door is so weird. ”

As they spoke, there was a sudden soft sound, and the broken rubble around them shattered like powder again.

There are flowery dragon claw flowers like silk, and they poke their heads out of the detritus.