Ye Qinqin stared intently at the delicate and small pure white boat.

The heart throbs.

She remembered a dream she had had.

In my dream, I was in the world of landscape ink painting.

She walked blankly in the black and white wilderness.

Ahead.

Deserted scenery.

It is inexplicably desolate and lonely.

She was in that world of landscape ink painting.

I saw a dead dead tree, with its dry and jagged branches, like the dry bones that had lost human flesh and had been dried by the air.

In the gaps between the branches, black fog shadows shuttled through.

It's like a weeping ghost looking for redemption.

In her heart, there was an instinctive feeling.

It feels like that dead dead tree will ruin the world of White Ink Mountain.

She wants to protect the world that her mother likes to exist.

A strong sense of protection.

A pale blue crescent-shaped leaf appeared in her palm.

Ordinary looking pale blue meniscus-shaped leaves.

The power is extremely powerful.

Forced to dry and craggy, dead trees with bad intentions.

Disappear into the world of tranquility and calm landscape ink painting.

When the dead dead trees disappear,

A huge shadow appeared.

roared angrily, as if he was reluctant to leave.

She continued to walk forward.

See the gurgling white water, the sky is full of white clouds, and the sky and water are connected.

Between the sky and the water.

A small boat in white water.

Leisurely swinging.

——

Ye Qinqin stretched out his hand.

Pick up the delicate pure white boat.

Found.

The pure white boat was almost exactly what she had seen in her dreams.

"Qinqin, what's wrong?"

Song Yuyi saw Ye Qinqin holding the pure white boat in a daze.

Ye Qinqin stared at the pure white boat.

"Brother Yi, I once had a dream in which I entered the ink painting that my mother liked, and saw a boat that was almost identical to it."

Song Yuyi raised her eyebrows.

Staring at Ye Qinqin.

He said softly, "Qinqin, this extremely small altar was discovered when I was chasing the Tree of Death.

On the altar, there is a depiction of the ink painting lines of the landscape that you once asked Zi Shiyi to paint.

I was researching at the time.

The pure white sapling in your hand exerts its power, allowing the white bones to combine and help Zhang Hailiang find his father's white bones.

Immediately caused some kind of power induction on the altar.

On the altar, two different-colored openings appear.

One opening is dark black and the other is pure white.

In the dark hole, something disgusted me appeared, and I suppressed the thing in the dark hole.

Only pure white openings remain.

In the pure white hole, this pure white boat ran out. ”

Ye Qinqin listened to Song Yuyi explain what happened.

She looked closely at the pure white boat.

Again and again.

"......"

Ye Qinqin heard the sound of a pure white sapling urging in his palm.

She looked at Song Yuyi.

"Brother Yi, did you hear what the pure white sapling said!"

Song Yuyi shook his head, "I didn't hear it, it should be that only you can hear the words of the pure white sapling." ”

Ye Qinqin looked at the pure white sapling in his palm.

Scales fall from one's eyes.

"Brother Yi, it let us get on this pure white boat."

Ye Qinqin handed the pure white boat to Song Yuyi's hand.

Song Yuyi took the pure white boat.

The pure white boat suddenly jumped up.

It seemed like he wanted to escape from Song Yuyi's palm.

Song Yu's eyes were cold.

"Don't move. ”

The pure white boat immediately obediently remained motionless.

Song Yuyi saw the pure white boat and understood what he said.

His eyes flashed.

He said coldly: "Take us to the place where you came, remember, don't play tricks, otherwise, I will destroy you completely, and there will be no ashes left." ”