Lan Yile, who had returned from his soul, woke up from his sleep, was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a spirit suddenly turned over and looked at the beads next to him.

Zhuzhu's fair face was next to her, she stretched out her hand, first pinched Zhuzhu's face, and then immediately reached into the quilt and touched Zhuzhu's body everywhere, trying to make sure there was no fork.

She wanted to confirm whether the remodeling of Zhuzhu's body was complete, after all, there were still differences between the two spaces, in case that space could, it would be bad to return to this space and produce mutations, after this mess, Lan Yile breathed a sigh of relief, not bad, not bad, perfect, and his body was great.

She put her hand on Zhuzhu's chest, and her palm could feel Zhuzhu's chest fall together, and her body temperature was normal.

Lan Yile's hand felt on Zhuzhu's chest for a long time, and when she felt the steady breathing, her unsteady feeling that was still like a dream was slightly lessened.

Her heart was thrilled, and it was something she had been thinking about for so long.

Her beads are finally a completely normal person in this world, no longer need to hide from people, avoid people, you can walk with her generously and openly in the crowd.

They can eat together, go shopping together, bathe in the sun together, smell the flowers and blow the wind together, and enjoy the beauty of nature.

Lan Yile reached out and caressed this face little by little, and this face overlapped with the face in the depths of his memory.

In fact, it didn't take long for her to really see Zhuzhu's face that made her fall into it, just a year, and now this face is obviously a lot more mature than at the beginning, and the stubble has come out.

Lan Yile reached out and touched it, it was quite prickly, thinking to himself, now that the razor he bought at home has a place to use, don't wait for it to be dusty.

Although Zhu Zhu's adult face was also familiar to Lan Yile, the longest she had seen was the pink carved baby face.

The two of them have been together for tens of thousands of years by the Yin Pool, and she was originally a seed that the Taiwu Divine Monarch had unintentionally left behind. He was originally a puddle of water in the most filthy pool in the world.

The water inadvertently penetrated an underground path that a rat ant had walked underneath the seeds, and began a long journey to nourish and irrigate the seeds.

Under the moisture of the dark water, the dried seeds began to become rounded, the hard skin cracked little by little, and the thin shoots sprouted out little by little.

The water moistens the seeds every day, and the seeds purify the water every day, and the purified water slowly gives birth to a trace of wisdom.

In this way, after tens of thousands of years, the water has generated a spirit, and the seeds he carefully watered and moisturized have produced a beautiful flower, blue petals, white stamens, and the aura of light surrounds the flower, dispelling the darkness around it, and sheltering many flowers and plants.

The seeds of Taiwu Shenjun are the crystallization generated after the sun hits the earth, and there are only a few of them for tens of thousands of years, and it is even more difficult to germinate, and the most important thing is that no one knows what it can grow, because no one has succeeded in making it germinate.

Unexpectedly, this unintentionally dropped seed sprouted under the moisture of the most filthy water, which is something that a god has never thought of, and has never tried to do, of course, they don't know that this lost seed has sprouted and blossomed, and it has bloomed the most beautiful flowers, flowers without leaves, and flowers of light that restrain the darkness of the world.

The fate of the water and the seed is connected from the moment they meet, without the water, the seed can't sprout and bloom, without the seed, the water is still the filthy water, and it can't become the purest water.

In the end, they were picked up by Lord Shennong, and fortunately, Lord Shennong did not forcibly separate them with his own intentions, otherwise how could there be the birth of Blue Crystal Dew and Purple Lingxin.

Although the young Blue Crystal Dew is the Lord of Light and has the true qi of the five elements of the world's most yang, her mind is immature after all, and her possessiveness for the Purple Spirit Heart almost makes her go mad.

Lord Shennong used her lifelong spiritual power to set up her growth laws, so that she could enter the reincarnation of the world, and each reincarnation would be like a reborn baby, with no memory and no past.

And because the purple spirit heart did not have the blue crystal dew, the heart did not become a heart, and turned into a spirit waiting for the blue crystal dew to be born in response to the catastrophe.

But every time before Blue Crystal Dew discovered the spirit, fell in love with the spirit, and reunited it into a heart, Blue Crystal Dew entered the cycle again.

Passing by again and again, I don't know how many times I have missed it.

And the blue crystal dew of reincarnation in the world, every life is ruthless and loveless, lonely for life, just because no one can enter her eyes, although she doesn't remember the purple spirit heart, she doesn't remember the past, but her soul firmly remembers him, so that apart from him, no other man can enter her heart.

Tens of thousands of years have passed like this, a blue spirit feather flower that has lost its soul in the world of Wuxu turned into a pool of lost heart, lonely and desperate; A man who has lost his soul wanders alone in the world.

It wasn't until a thousand years ago that they met again, but unfortunately the sweetness was so short-lived, and they separated again before they could say goodbye when the shortness came.

The past years have passed through Lan Yile's mind little by little, and the sourness and grievances in his heart have been intertwined with joy, and the five flavors are mixed.

Her slender fingers gently ran over Zhuzhu's slender eyebrows, ...... twice at a time.

After studying her eyebrows, she came to her eyes, and when she saw Zhuzhu's eyelashes being so long, she couldn't help but scratch his eyelashes with her fingers, causing Zhuzhu's eyes to move a few times, as if she was about to open her eyes.

Lan Yile also hopes that Zhuzhu can open the eyes of the lilac pupils in her memory and take a good look at herself, so that her little figure can be reflected in those beautiful eyes.

Then came the tall nose, she pinched Zhuzhu's nose, and Zhuzhu instantly felt that she couldn't breathe, and struggled to get out of someone's clutches.

Lan Yile laughed a few times and let go of her hand, such a white jade-like skin made her love it, stroking it repeatedly, and pinching it twice from time to time, and the two cheeks of the beads quickly became red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In fact, Zhuzhu is not the kind of handsome miserable, according to the eyes of the world, he is not even as handsome as Zen Yi, and he is not as soft as Hongwen. But he has a unique gentle and elegant temperament, like a green bamboo, with a beautiful and cold charm, unique, which is the most attractive to Lan Yile, perhaps because he was born in the water, with a sense of arrogance.

Zhuzhu in a coma had a fatal temptation for Lan Yile, and her fingers kept running across Zhuzhu's ruddy lips, once, twice, as if she was enchanted.

Finally, little by little, she approached and kissed Zhuzhu's closed eyelids, white jade cheeks, straight nose, and finally his rosy lips.

Lan Yile's heart was pounding and beating, taking advantage of Zhuzhu's coma to do bad things, she was still very nervous, her palms were sweating, and her heart was about to jump to her throat, although she had kissed Zhuzhu, but she was only ten years old at that time, and Zhuzhu was only a little teenager, so it was naturally not the same.

Zhuzhu's lips were soft, like QQ candy, and there was a hint of sweetness, and the feeling of her lips awakened a long-lost sense of familiarity in her heart.

Lan Yile was stunned, she underestimated Zhuzhu's attraction to her, and at this moment, she was in a dilemma.

Zhu Zhu in a coma, feeling surrounded by a familiar breath, instinctively responded, eating the marrow and knowing the taste, never tired of it, he was like hundreds of years ago, his movements were both rusty but seductive.

Lan Yile couldn't think at all, his mind was a mess, and his whole person seemed to be floating in the clouds, swaying.

Although hundreds of years have passed, people are still the same people, their souls are still the same souls, but the feelings have not changed, and their hearts are still as closely connected as the concentric spells in their hands.

Although Zhu Zhu is no longer the thin boy he was back then, he has grown a lot taller and stronger, but Lan Yile is naturally familiar with him, and his heart is still trembling for him.

If Lan Yile hadn't known that Zhuzhu had just regenerated and her body was still recovering, it would take at least 3-4 days to be fully awake, she would have thought that Zhuzhu was pretending to be asleep.

Does Zhuzhu know that the people around her are herself? Thinking about it, she couldn't help but think badly, and she gently pushed down the beads.

"Zhuzhu, Zhuzhu, guess who I am?" Lan Yile said in Zhuzhu's ear in a seductive tone.

"......", Shen Junzhu, who was in a coma, was silent for a while, and a low voice came out of his mouth: "Le'er, Le'er." ”

Lan Yile smiled happily.

The hazy moonlight outside the window also seemed to blush, and hid in the thick clouds, only showing a slight corner of the eye, secretly looking at the two who were close and forgetful. The night is thick, the fog is thick, and everything in the world is shrouded in a touching warmth.

The flowers in the small courtyard swayed gently in the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance, floating in the air, floating into the passionate bedroom, adding a bit of interest.

After a long time, the two who were tired of kissing, each with a swollen mouth, hugged each other tightly and entered a sweet dream, and from time to time they smashed their lower lips, as if they were still unsatisfied.

Lan Yile's thoughts in his sleep also floated to a thousand years ago, which was the first real encounter between Lan Jinglu and Purple Spirit Heart after thousands of years apart.