The leaves and grass are flying, the sky is clear, the trees are hazy, and the white shadows are rushing like a gust of wind.

Wang Erxiao closed her sour eyes, she rushed all night, the fog in the early morning was heavy, and the green leaves and forests were blurry and melting, as if walking in a dream, and like falling clouds.

I felt uneasy and almost fell off my sword. struggled to hold on, but his chest was blunt, and his body was dragged and fell.

"Ugh!"

She snorted and fell so hard that she was about to fall apart. The hand took out the glass bead from the placket, and pulled the rope to break free, as if he had been guided by something.

Wang Erxiao was stunned for a moment, but he quickly untied it and put it in his palm. The glass beads swirled and stopped in one direction.

"Here?"

She probably didn't know what to do, and she wanted to use it to find her way. But still walk up.

She was holding the beads, her hair scattered and sticking to the moisture of the morning dew. The expression was very trance, walking one foot deep and one foot shallow. The more I walked, the more panicked I became, and I stopped several times to catch my breath, and the glass beads buzzed around, as if urging.

"What is it?"

Wang Erxiao wiped his chapped lips, and became a little upset. The warmth and humidity in the forest were uncomfortable, and she pressed her heart.

Feeling flustered.

I don't know how long I walked, but the sky was already light and blue, not the blue from earlier. She didn't look at the beads anymore, her feet walked with feeling.

Until a lake came out in front of me, full of water and grass. There was a smell of blood under his nose, and Wang Erxiao stood outside sluggishly. Looking at the corpse hidden in the green grass in front of him, his blood was full of blood.

She fell to her knees as soon as her feet went limp. The glass beads also slipped from his hands, and his bones rolled and stopped, and his face was covered. It was a white handkerchief that was different from the clothes, and there were dots of blood on it.

Wang Erxiao's throat gushed with acid, and his heart swelled uncomfortably. As if he was about to run out of breath, he grabbed his hand on the ground, and he had to go forward and stop, repeating several times. Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded in his throat, and he stopped laughing.

Tears were falling in the grass.

She reached forward, tears on her face but a smile.

The hand reached forward, as if holding something. Said softly.

"Is it Sister Yasheng?"

And no one answered.

She finally lifted the handkerchief on her face and glanced at her.

He sat beside her, stretched out his hand to untie the cloak and envelop her in.

Slowly bending down to carry her up, AXOR was taller than her, and finally got up after a few falls.

Wang Erxiao had a little smile on his face, and his tone was very soft.

"Do you want to go home? Go back to the Northlands, right? I'll send you back, why don't you tell me? ”

She was talking to herself, and when she tripped over a stone under her feet, she fell straight down.

Bang

The whole person was buried in the grass.

Consciousness drifts away, over the blades of grass, dew and insects chirp noisily.

Fly into the distance.

The golden nine-petal lotus carved on the roof ridge under the scorching sun seemed to wilt and darkened the color. The gorgeous cyan tiles are neat and shiny, as if they are full of scorching heat, and only cool and bright are left under the eaves.

On top of the high white walls are carved flowers and plants with rolled leaves, and above are the blue squares of the sky. A little girl was led in and opened by the door with her neck bent, only to feel that the threshold was high and she tripped her foot. Taught not to talk nonsense, he obediently stood outside the door and waited, looking at the high wall with some curiosity.

As he watched the flowers and vines rotate and the colorful wonders of the flowers, his eyes followed the stretched flowers and leaves, and suddenly a small white hand stretched out, as if holding the vine to prevent it from winding any longer.

He exclaimed in small exclamation.

Then I saw a hairy head sticking out against two tugging.

It's a little girl younger than her.

The little girl poked her head and saw her dark eyes, small nose and chubby cheeks. Smile as soon as your eyes bend.

"Is it Sister Yasheng?"

The voice is crisp and clear, with some childish softness.

She took a few steps back, and she heard a few oops. The child who climbed the wall giggled and said in a tender voice.

"Are you Sister Yasheng? I'm Zhaofengxiao! ”

Another pair of smiling eyes.

She was finally infected with joy and smiled slowly and shyly.

……

Outside the window, the sun was already high, and the wind in Qingyue was disturbed by the wind, and there was a wind from afar.

Zhaofeng Xiluo woke up from his dream, sweating profusely and with a splitting headache. His eyes were bloodshot, and he gasped. My heart was stuffy, and I felt a dull pain.

Raise your hand to brush up the hair on your face, and hold your forehead to inhale like the rest of your life.

He had never had this dream.

It was the first time they entered the Changle Zhaofeng Mansion, his hand was held by his sister, and his mother sat in front, but he wanted to leave them. In a hurry, he chased after him in a panic, the corridor was deep, she ran into the shadow of the tree, he lost his mother's trace, and the warmth in his hand disappeared when he turned around. I don't see it.

Then there was a crisp laugh, which he remembered as Zhao Feng's own sister, who was laughing like a bell on the wall.

He had been afraid of the child falling asleep.

"Awake?"

Zhaofeng Xiluo immediately turned up, took out the long sword next to the couch and rested it on the speaker's shoulder. When the light flickered, he saw the face of Zhao Feng clearly.

Bright eyes, with a little stunned. It's like the pair in a dream.

“…… Elder brother? ”

Zhao Feng blinked, turned his head away from his sword, handed him the warm cup in his hand, and looked at his lips.

"Drink water."

Zhaofeng Xiluo took it over, and it was also a sluggish mechanical drink.

"Nightmare?"

He leaned over with a hint of teasing.

"What did you dream about?"

Zhaofeng Xiluo really couldn't turn a corner, and I remember that earlier he blamed him for breaking his promise to Qiying and scolded him. Now another flattering look came over to make fun of him dreaming.

"Brother......

"Is it a spring dream?"

"Brother!"

"You're older too."

“……”

There was no sadness at all. Mimi crawled over like an earthworm with a small notebook.

"I see you."

Zhao Fengxi sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose again. There really is something that must have its owner, and his head hurts again.

"I dreamed of Ah Xiao, she was smiling."

Zhao Feng wilted at night, and stood at the door with Mimi and closed the door with a smile.

Zhao Feng Xiluo couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth, he was looking forward to dreaming. It's still the same as him.

Back then, Zhaofeng was abandoned, and they were all pretending to be confused, do you want to say that you don't know?

"Huh."

Let's just assume he doesn't know.

I lay down again, but I didn't feel sleepy.

I always feel uncomfortable when my hands are pinched, but what's wrong.

I guess it's the child's festival day, and it's uncomfortable.

Zhao Feng pulled Mimi to walk quickly, his face was not good.

Mimi looked strange, why did she get angry.

"What are you angry about?"

"Aren't you my servant! Is it with my divine consciousness to protect me? Guess what! ”

Yami sucked her thumb and winked.

"I don't know."

"Born for you is just a declaration, it just sounds shocking."

Yami said that the so-called fate is connected, and every birth of the god is given by a servant. Life and death depend on each other.