[Intercepting host soul ......]

[Prevented the host from entering the next small world]

[Detection of host willingness ......]

【Successfully Matching Plane and Identity】

[Plane Type: C-level Immortal Cultivation World]

[Host soul is loading ......]

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"Ya'er, you are the princess of Fansen, as long as you live, Fansen will always exist."

Someone is talking in the head.

The river murmured.

There are also footsteps and insults that are fading away.

Three voices intertwined.

Headache.

My body hurts, too.

The girl lying by the river was in dirty clothes, her little face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans soaked her forehead.

Lin Qingyin opened his eyes.

The canopy of the tree catches the eye.

A butterfly landed on the girl's white fingertips, the girl's index finger moved, the butterfly took off, and the girl sat up slowly.

Vague memories came out of my mind.

This is a world of cultivating immortals, and anyone with spiritual roots can enter the sect.

If you ascend to immortality once you preach the Tao, you can get rid of the mortal dust.

The Immortal Cultivation Sect has a supreme position in this world, but the spiritual power of this world has only existed for nearly a thousand years, and not everyone can have a spiritual root.

Naturally, not everyone can enter the sect.

So the people of this world still live a normal life, there are countries, and there are wars.

And Fansen is an ordinary country in this world, but half a year ago, the Fansen royal family was exterminated.

None of the hundreds of people in the royal family escaped, except for Lin Qingya, the eldest princess who had been raised in the deep palace since she was a child.

She is Lin Qingya.

Hiding in a remote village in a neighboring country.

Being bullied.

Only one of the guards died when she fled, and she also had a serious illness, and her previous memories were a little blurry.

Lin Qingyin glanced at his clothes.

Dirty.

Break.

She moved her fingers, but in the end it was just a simple pat.

The condition of the clothes is here, no matter how much they are tied, they are still dirty and torn, so Lin Qingyin gave up cleaning them.

Although the subconscious requires himself to dress cleanly.

But Lin Qingyin didn't care.

Lin Qingyin squatted by the river, looking at his reflection.

It's a good-looking skin.

It's a little familiar.

Phoenix eyes, there is a small tear mole under the corner of the right eye.

I don't know why the tails of my eyes are still a little red, Lin Qingyin stroked them with cold fingertips, and the color actually faded a little.

Lin Qingya?

Is he Lin Qingya?

The woods are quiet, only the river trickles.

Maybe.

Lin Qingyin walked out of the woods according to the route in his memory.

"The wild child is coming, the wild child is coming!"

"There is a father who has no mother to raise, a dead father, a dead mother! The autumn breeze is cool, wild children, no fathers! ”

A group of children jumped around Lin Qingyin in a circle, giggling and singing limericks.

Lin Qingyin raised his right hand slightly and looked at his fingertips.

The air is getting cooler.

Lin Qingyin put down his hand and walked straight forward.

The children who blocked the road were coldly turned down by Lin Qingyin's cold eyes, and they gave way in a daze.

Squeak.

The dilapidated wooden door blocks out the noise outside.

Lin Qingyin walked into his grass house.

The clansmen died tragically, the empire changed hands, and she ...... Take revenge.

But when Fansen was still there, she had tested the spiritual root, but she didn't have a spiritual root.

She didn't know who the enemy was.

What to do?

Lin Qingyin looked at the kitchen knife next to the bed in a daze.

100 miles away.

Thousands of miles in the sky.

On the cloud boat.

"This time, the sect asked us to select a new generation of disciples, and when we arrived at the places they were responsible for, remember to behave properly, so as not to lose the reputation of our sect."

"Yes! Big brother! ”

The man known as the elder brother, dressed in a blue-striped robe on a white background, entered the flying boat and knocked respectfully on the door of a room.

"Senior Brother Qinghe, do you need to rest in the flying boat and wait for me to return?"