The industry on the banks of the Yellow Spring River was raging, the scorching wind blew like a knife, and the body of the ghost trembled, and not a single messenger or soul was willing to approach the riverbank. When crossing the Nai He Bridge, those who did not turn around before the edge of the front fell into the yellow spring water, and countless souls struggled to get ashore, and could only suffer eternal torment in it.

Looking at the helpless and struggling soul, and the painful and distorted faces, Mu Zili seemed to see the figure of the second brother from inside for a moment.

So Mu Zili stood on the riverside, looking back and forth, and the scorching wind and waves made her soul feel as if she was receiving Ling Chi all the time. Mu Zili felt that all the pain of flesh and skin in this world was not as good as the pain in her heart, even if she was blown by the wind of the Yellow Spring for decades, she was not as separated by her relatives and crushed into mud by the people she loved.

With a cry, Mu Zili stretched out her hand and pulled one up, and those ghosts saw that there was hope, so they all swam towards her.

At a loss, Mu Zili pulled up one after another, at first the wind blew her whole body trembling, almost broken, but then her heart was numb, and her soul gradually became numb.

She didn't know how many souls she had pulled up, some of those ghosts left in a hurry after they came ashore, and some knelt down and kowtowed to her in gratitude, but she never saw the shadow of her second brother again.

I don't know how long later, a half-old child fell from the bridge into the Yellow Spring, it seemed that the jade carved child did not know the horror of the Yellow Spring, his expression was indifferent, and a pair of crimson eyes were full of curiosity.

Mu Zili went over and stretched out his hand to the child, but the other party was a little surprised, and then reached out to hold Mu Zili.

With a lot of strength, Mu Zili pulled the child out of the Yellow Spring Water, feeling that he had died and fallen into the Yellow Spring at a young age, and it was really a little pitiful, or, what could this child not let go of in his life, drinking Meng Po soup and walking on the Nai He Bridge, he was obsessed with looking back.

The heart that had been numb for many years had a trace of emotion, Mu Zili rubbed the child's head, reached out to lead her, and sent him to the road.

The kid still turned around, looked at Mu Zili and smiled, and then walked forward.

On the Huangquan Road, day and night, I don't know how long later, Mu Zili saw the beautiful child in the Huangquan again.

Pulling him out, Mu Zili sent him back on the way.

Later, the child didn't go to the Nai He Bridge again, and stood by the Yellow Spring with Mu Zili all day long, watching her one by one, pulling the struggling soul up from the inside.

After a long time, Mu Zili turned around, and saw that the child had grown into a teenager at some point, and his tall figure was suddenly much taller than her, and he was standing quietly by the karmic fire with an ink-colored dress, as if he had been by her side for a long, long time.

A gust of wind blows, bringing a faint floral scent.

Mu Zili recalled that the smell was so familiar to her, that person was by her side when she was in the most difficult time, and at the last moment, they died together, their bones and blood fused into the same piece of mud.

"I'll be with you always."

He seems to have said such a sentence, so for many years, the faint fragrance of flowers has always been there.

That was his unique taste, Mu Zili sniffed it, and his mind was in a trance for a moment, feeling that it seemed to be the smell of red rhombic flowers in the Youluo Realm.

The Ghost Realm! Dumping!

Suddenly, the surrounding dream collapsed, Mu Zili slowly opened his eyes, and found that there were green grass all around, and the original white rabbits not far away had become a small beast of general size with horns on its head.

Mu Zili's head is instantly fresh, Nightmare Beast! Zhu Yanhua!

She has just been back and forth for decades, but unconsciously, trapped in a dream, and now she has woken up from the dream, thousands of years have passed since the vicissitudes of life, and she is now the Northern Shenjun of Xianjun, Mu Zili, the princess of the heavy mountain country, has been far, far away from her.

Moving his body, Mu Zili wanted to stand up, but suddenly felt that the thing he was leaning on was warm, like the feeling of being the only one to rely on when he was helpless.

"Are you awake?"

The familiar voice sounded in his ears, and Mu Zili turned his head to see Tilting Ling with joy on his face, looking at her carefully.

Mu Zili came out of the dream, knowing that everything was an illusion, but he carefully recalled the real memories in his mind, looked at Ling Ling and said, "You were the kid who fell into the Yellow Spring back then?" ”

Ling Ling raised his eyebrows and nodded, "It's me." ”

Mu Zili was puzzled: "You are a person from the Youluo Realm, and you will definitely not enter the Yellow Spring when you die, so why did you fall into the Yellow Spring?" ”

Carrying this, Ling Ling's face was a little embarrassed, "When I was a child, I was greedy for fun, and when I was running around, I fell in." ”

"Oh." Mu Zili suddenly realized, and was puzzled: "Then why did you fall so many times?" ”

Ling Ling's fair cheeks rarely brought a hint of crimson, and he said in a low voice: "I like it, I like to be rescued by you." ”

Mu Zili was speechless, he didn't expect that the calm and noble Young Lord Youluo would still have such a naïve time.

Standing up, Mu Zili went over to look at the little beast that had put her in a dream, raised her foot and gently kicked its ass, causing it to move a little.

The little beast whimpered, feeling inexplicably humiliated, and pulled its ass to the side.

Mu Zili uprooted a small lilac flower next to the stone and stuffed it into the bottle that Baihua Yaocong gave her.

Seeing that the flower had been pulled, the nightmare beast pouted a little unconvinced, and sat down again where the flower had bloomed, waiting for the next seed to take root.

After completing the task and turning around to leave, Mu Zili turned around and saw that Ling Ling was still there, and said, "Luo Yanzhu called you?" ”

When she spoke, Mu Zili spoke casually, and unconsciously, the white jade bottle she was holding in her hand had been pinched tightly by her. When he jumped off the cliff before, Mu Zili had already noticed a trace of abnormality, but his divine sense was immediately involved in the dream, and in the last moment, Mu Zili couldn't act with his brain, and crushed the words given by Hua Yun at the time of the wedding with his own heart, she didn't know what she said, and she didn't know who she passed the words to.

Perhaps from the moment before falling asleep, Mu Zili had no confidence in herself, knowing that if she did it again, she would be difficult to get out, and she would fall into a dream, experiencing the pain of gaining and losing again and again.

"Yes."

Tilting admitted truthfully that he had heard and thought about the story of the Northern Shenjun, but it was only after entering her dream that he realized what kind of torture it was at that time.

After a few steps, Ling Ling looked at Mu Zili, who now appeared wanton and free, vicious and strong, hugged her tightly into his arms and said, "I didn't help you in my dreams, I didn't want to be just a hero living in my dreams." What happened thousands of years ago has become a fact of what you have experienced, and I hate that I can't change it, but I don't want to make a fool of myself in a false situation. I entered your dream to let you know that I am willing to accompany you in all the pain you have experienced, and that I could not before, but will definitely be in the future. Saying that, Qian Ling's voice was a little choked, "You don't know how painful it is for me to watch when you are in pain, when you are helpless, I have wanted to kill those people for you several times, but I can't, I want you to wake up, I want you to live, instead of casting a beautiful dream for you, let you indulge in it, in reality, I see you run out of oil, even if you hate me, I want you to hate me when you are awake." ”

At this moment, this embrace made Mu Zili's eyes wet in an instant, in his dream, he was trampled by thousands of troops and horses holding her like this, and it must have hurt a lot. When she lost her relatives and lover, her body was also painful and painful, he saw in his dream that he could not save her, and in the end he could only follow her to experience death, experience wandering, and experience Huangquan for decades.

Yes, the past has become a fact, maybe only by accompanying her and accompanying her can she be brought out of her dreams.

What a dump! It's for her, so painstaking.

Rubbing his tears in front of Ling Ling, Mu Zili pushed him away, turned around a little angrily, and left out of the valley.

Tilting Ling chased after her, pulled her arm, and called, "Zi Li." ”

Mu Zili ignored it, and Ling Ling chased after him, and called again: "Li'er." ”

A "Li'er", Mu Zili listened to it in his ears, suddenly stopped, stood on tiptoe slightly, grabbed the placket of Ling Ling's clothes and said, "You kid dare to call me brother!" ”

When Ling Ling heard this, there was a sly smile in his eyes, "It's really good." ”

Mu Zili didn't give up, "The old lady has lived thousands of years from a human to a god, and you yellow-haired boy dare to trick me into calling my brother!" ”

Trolling took a step forward, getting closer, "I'm a thousand years old, too. ”

Mu Zili didn't believe it, "When you were fished out in Huangquan back then, you were clearly still a child!" ”

"The Ghost Realm is different from mortals, it grows slower."

Mu Zi was stunned, forgetting this key, among the six worlds, except for the human world, which one is not long-lived and slow. However, the human realm can be reincarnated for eternity after death, while the fall of the other realms is to disappear.

"So, how old were you then?"

Mu Zili was suddenly very curious about this question.

Tilting Ling frowned and thought bitterly, "It's really small, but it's only a hundred years old." ”

When Mu Ziyu heard this, he didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer, so he changed the direction of his anger and asked, "Back then, you were the dignified Young Lord of the Youluo Realm, and you actually teased me as a lonely ghost!" ”

Tilting said innocently, "The bridge is a little steep, and I am young, so it is really difficult to climb, and I am often squeezed down by the souls passing by." ”

"Unlike those spirits, you won't go ashore on your own?"

"Yes, but you were kind-hearted and always scooped me up."

"......" Mu Zili was speechless, and after a moment, he asked cautiously: "Then you are inside, have you ever seen my second brother?" ”

"Never."

Mu Zili felt lost for a moment, and settled down, there was no one in it, which indicated that her second brother had been reincarnated, if so, Mu Zili's past could finally be put down. was worried, but he heard Ling Ling say casually: "Don't worry, there will be records of sentient beings in Huangquan Yinsi, and you will know if you go and check it." ”

"But, will Yin Si agree?"

Ling Ling smiled, lowered his head and kissed Mu Zili on the forehead, "Haven't you heard of what is called "bullying"? ”