The warmth of the man's facial features reminds people of the buds of the first spring, the white clouds on the horizon, all those comforting things.

- Sheng Canglan.

Mu Jiujiu wants to cry without tears.

Why did she become like this, this is an illusion, right? She didn't feel like she was anatomically ...... Forehead...... There has been a change.

Chi Qingqiu's eyes were hot in front of him and hugged her.

This embrace is cold and resolute, like the last straw clung to by a dying man.

Mu Jiujiu was a little stunned.

The body of the girl in front of her seemed to tremble slightly, and even suppressed her crying.

Mu Jiujiu wants to tell her that you have recognized the wrong person. But her body was firmly fixed, and even if she wanted to break free of the hug, she couldn't resist that force.

There was no one around, and she had countless doubts in her heart, wanting to say something out loud, but she felt as if her throat was blocked, and she couldn't make the slightest sound.

How much Mu Jiujiu wants to look up to the sky and roar.

Fate, you're stopping me from telling the truth.

She wasn't scared, even though it seemed weird. Maybe it's because the girl in front of her looks the same as her, or maybe it's because someone else is willing to go.

Mu Jiujiu felt an itch on his left chest, as if it was the touch of someone's fingertips.

The other party hugged her, but his fingertips swiped regularly on her skin. At first, Mu Jiujiu thought she was writing, but later found out that she was just gently caressing along the texture of her skin.

Mu Jiujiu sighed lightly in his heart, it seems that these two people are not a simple master-apprentice relationship.

Duan Qianxiao's straight man didn't even notice it.

But now, one of the two has already turned into loess and white bones, and the other person's body is occupied by something, and his soul has been replaced, which is really a creation and a trick.

"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't listen to you and didn't survive......"

The girl in the lake whispered softly in her ear, her voice ethereal, like a heavenly sound.

Mu Jiujiu's eyes were a little complicated.

"Master, I've always wanted to say thank you to you...... Chi Qingqiu muttered: "If it weren't for Master, I might have died a long time ago, but it was you who rescued me and let me have another life." ”

Ji Qingqiu smiled, which made her pale face a little more smoky.

It's a pity that your master is also gone.

Mu Jiujiu thought a little sadly.

"I'm leaving, Master, you have to live well." Chi Qingqiu said softly.

Mu Jiujiu still couldn't speak, but his fingers could move slightly.

She wanted to grab the man's palm and write something.

Something cold soaked her face.

Mu Jiujiu looked at the girl in front of him and thought, it turns out that female ghosts also shed tears. She felt that the other party's body was gradually transparent, and at this moment, even if she was not Sheng Canglan and could not fully understand the feeling between them, she felt a little sad.

Ji Qingqiu's body became illusory, right in front of her eyes.

Everything dissipated like a tide, and the world became quiet again.

The leaves swayed, the sound rattled, and everything seemed to never appear.

Mu Jiujiu's body seemed to be free from some constraints, and he was able to move.

There was no one around, and everything just now seemed to be an illusion.

She looked out into the lake.

It's clearly his own face inside.

So what was going on just now?

Somewhat dejected, she threw a stone into the water, and the water rippled and her reflection distorted.

At the same time, a huge suction came from the lake-

Mu Jiujiu felt unable to control her body, and she fell......

……

Mu Jiujiu saw a broken picture in front of his eyes, like a broken puzzle piece reassembled.

A few figures vaguely appeared in front of him.

One of them was dressed in the wind, and his body was like a green tree. Another man, with a scar on his forehead and a fierce look, grabbed a girl by the neck.

This scene is like a foggy movie, and Mu Jiujiu feels that his body can move freely between them, but he can't touch the scene and object in front of him.

The strange thing, this is obviously in the form of a picture, but she seems to be able to feel the mood of some people.

This strong empathy ......

The sound of conversation rings in my ears.

"Brother Sang Yao is also a somewhat famous figure, and it is really eye-opening to threaten an unrestrained girl."

It was the slender man who said this, and although Mu Jiujiu couldn't see his face clearly, he could guess his identity.

Then a man with a scar on his forehead smiled sadly: "I have always been a ruthless person, didn't the Lord of Canglan Hall understand this when he was in the sect with me?" ”

It turns out that these two are still brothers.

Mu Jiujiu looked at the little girl with the dagger in the man's hand, and the comparison of the appearance of the two, thinking to himself that he didn't know what sect it was, and how the disciples were so different.

Sheng Canglan in front of him looked at him and shook his head.

"Even if they are reckless, there are many flesh-and-blood heroes. Brother Sang Yao didn't even let go of women, children and children, if the master had a spirit in the sky, I don't know how he would feel when he saw you now. ”

The man named Sang Yao said in a hoarse voice: "Sheng Canglan, you don't need to provoke me, even if the master is, what he cares more about is just you apprentices who have a long face for him, how could you ever consider my thoughts?" ”

Sheng Canglan's eyes were indifferent.

Some of Master's deathbed instructions echoed in his ears, and he shook his head regretfully.

Sang Yao first laughed wildly, and then said loudly: "Sheng Canglan, the world says that you are noble and far-reaching, do you want to watch this innocent person die here?" ”

While they said these words, the tied girl remained quiet.

There was no trace of fear in her eyes, as if at this moment, her life was not in the hands of others.

Sheng Canglan set his eyes on her.

The contours of the girl's eyes are very beautiful, but the fly in the ointment is that there is some lack of sparkle that should be in them at this age. Her body was a little weak, and compared with Sang Yao, who was holding her hostage behind her, she became more and more petite.

Her expression was a kind of unfazed expression that did not fit her age, and even inexplicably had a few vicissitudes.

It's a pair of eyes with a story.

Until the dagger in Sang Yao's hand cut through the skin on her surface, revealing a line of blood, she didn't scream, didn't shed tears, and didn't even make the slightest sound.

What a strange girl.

Sheng Canglan had a subtle feeling in his heart.

This made him even more determined to save her.

……

Just when Mu Jiujiu was completely immersed in the sword-rattling environment in front of him, the picture in front of him quietly changed.

Eh, what's going on?

She hasn't seen the end yet! Why did you suddenly change the lens.

The picture in front of me is even more blurry, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a closed place.

The ashes were mixed with blood, and the girl in the center looked embarrassed.

Behind her was a huge, hard rock, and around her ankles and wrists was a grass that she couldn't name.