Two hundred years ago (2)
Bai Ling secretly closed her eyes and heard her voice breathing a sigh of relief, "It's okay." He was implicated by me, and his fate was uncertain, and I didn't know how to face him this time when I walked with me. β
"Things in the world depend on blessings and misfortunes, and you don't have to be too yourself."
"His family and country persecuted me for me, and I can't blame cause and effect."
Tianshun Xingjun sighed, "I said, you are too obsessed with mortal dust, and you will have to suffer." β
Her voice froze for a moment, and she said in a low voice, "Anyway, troublesome adults." β
Hearing this, Bai Ling couldn't help but sigh silently, at that time, she was a typical person who hit the south wall and refused to turn back, and she couldn't listen to anyone's words, so the tragedy that followed really couldn't blame anyone.
As soon as Pisa stopped, Twilight lifted his grip on him, but he still stood upright, looking up at the top of the mountain with a complicated expression, but he did not dare to take a step.
In the middle of the night, there was the sound of rustling footsteps on the top of the mountain.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, coming towards them.
Pisa subconsciously wanted to dodge, but before he could react, a woman dressed in coarse linen had already come into view.
Her face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and she staggered as she walked down from the top of the hill step by step, her head slightly bowed, and her brows were full of gloom.
Pisha's gaze was glued to her countenance, for a moment, difficult to distract.
In the next second, she passed through his body like this, and continued to walk down the mountain step by step, slowly.
Even though this is a past image that cannot be touched, you can still feel her low depression and coldness emanating from the inside out.
The mountain breeze swept across the cheeks, but it was a little real.
Until her back disappeared from view, Pisha suddenly snorted coldly, "Do you think that by making a false illusion, you can deceive me and make me let go of my hatred?" Turning to Bailing, he found that she looked in a trance, and seemed to be a little unable to come back to her senses.
Bailing really can't get back to her senses.
This is the first time she has faced herself two hundred years ago, and she is a little more depressed than she imagined, to be honest, a little embarrassed, and a little lost.
Suddenly, at this momentβ
The heavens and the earth shook violently.
The earth shook like the end of the world, the rolling dark clouds quickly obscured the sun, and the light dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
What about people?!
Bai Ling was taken aback.
The psychic sense is still there, but it is much weaker.
It must have been transferred to another place by some mysterious force.
Feeling the faint spiritual sense in her body, Bai Ling was the first to think of Pisha, however, noticing his equally frightened look, she immediately shook off this thought, and she didn't have time to think about it, because there was a strong wind between heaven and earth in an instant-
Suddenly, the sky was dark, and the yellow sand was blind.
While she used her spiritual power to barely keep standing, she grabbed Pisha's collar to prevent him from running around, shouting, "Go! Find a place to hide first! β
Then, regardless of Pisha's struggles, the effect of the spell that Twilight had applied to him had not completely disappeared, and she dragged him directly to a low hole halfway up the mountain.
By this time, it was already dark outside.
Bai Ling let go of him, pinched a palm flame casually, and while lighting up the cave, she muttered to herself in her heart: Why didn't she remember that this kind of heaven and earth vision had happened at that time?