Mu Jiujiu could see through the girl's facial contours that she was Chi Qingqiu when she was a child.

This scene is even more blurry than the previous one.

This hazy feeling made her also have the illusion of being in a dream.

Xiao Qingqiu took a deep breath and tried to break free from the grass on his feet, but before he could take a few steps, he was trapped in place again.

Dense blood stains appeared on her feet, setting off her slender ankles, which looked more and more alarming.

At the same time, more grass climbed onto Xiao Qingqiu's body like a poisonous snake, wrapping around her, not giving her the slightest chance to break free.

Mu Jiujiu seemed to hear a rumbling sound.

She looked up, and above the sky, dark clouds gathered, as if they were a precursor to the coming thunderstorm.

Huge energy fluctuations were about to move, as if they were about to burst out with earth-destroying power in the next second.

Scared the baby to death!

Mu Jiujiu thought to himself, this thunder is not an ordinary thunder at first glance, as if it has become a refinement. For what reason is Xiao Qingqiu bound here?

Tears swirled in Xiao Qingqiu's eyes.

Mu Jiujiu found that her eyes were red, but she couldn't bear it.

She didn't know if it was because of the similarity of her appearance, but she felt a little empathy in her heart.

At this time, Xiao Qingqiu's robe had been worn out and drenched in blood. The bewitching grass burrowed into the flesh and looked painful to the marrow.

Mu Jiujiu wanted to do something, but she found that she was just passing through Xiao Qingqiu's body.

She couldn't even touch a single plant or tree, all of this was just a phantom to her. Even when she yelled, no one paid attention to her.

Mu Jiujiu found that Xiao Qingqiu's gaze gradually drifted, and at the same time, the picture in front of him gradually dimmed. It's a subtle feeling, like the end of a movie.

At the same time, a voice sounded around him, seemingly coming from far away, but so close.

"I have lived alone in this world since I was a child, and even if I cry, no one will see it, and no one will pity it."

"So, even if it hurts, I don't want to cry."

Mu Jiujiu was startled by this voice.

At first, she thought she was looking at memories of the past, but now it doesn't seem like this is the feeling of an inner monologue.

Just as the picture in front of me gradually turned black and white, a figure appeared in front of me.

The other party appeared as if with special effects, centered on him, and the surrounding lights suddenly lit up

The man turned against the light, and his face was not very real, and he walked step by step.

His pace is steady, and every step brings endless hope.

At that moment, the world fell silent.

Mu Jiujiu saw the man and stretched out his white palm to Xiao Qingqiu.

"Master......," someone muttered.

Then the scene suddenly went dark.

Grey skies, endless rain.

Sheng Canglan was lying in the cold ground, his whole body was stained red with blood, his face was pale, and he couldn't see the slightest vitality.

"No—"

Chi Qingqiu sat up abruptly, gasping for air, her clothes soaked with sweat.

Next to her was a carved window, which, depending on its surroundings, appeared to be in an inn.

It seemed to be raining outside the window, and the sound of wind and rain was ringing in my ears.

It turns out that everything just now was Chi Qingqiu's dream?

Just now, the scene outside the window suddenly appeared in the picture, and a familiar feeling rose in Mu Jiujiu's heart.

She always felt that this place, she had been here.

It seems that he has just come to this world for a while, and Mu Jiujiu remembers that it was also about to rain at that time.

Is it such a coincidence?

She once rubbed shoulders with Chi Qingqiu?

On this side of the picture, Chi Qingqiu seemed to suddenly think of something, quickly put on his outer robe, and then walked out of the room......

The scene is flowing water again......

Mu Jiujiu is a little looking forward to what will happen next, although these pictures are all fragmentary, but it always feels like they will be strung together in the end.

In front of me, it seems that the scene has just appeared.

The sky seemed to be brewing with an earth-shattering thunderbolt, but the person who was bound by the grass below was replaced by the man with a scar on his face.

Mu Jiujiu remembered this person, in the previous picture, he had held Chi Qingqiu hostage.

On a huge rock on the side, Chi Qingqiu was lying on it, and there were still wounds on his body that had been strangled by the grass before.

She seemed unconscious, cloaked in the robes of unknown people.

This way.

The man with the scar on his face spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were quenched, and he stared fiercely at the man standing in front of him.

The man's figure was like a green tree, and his demeanor was moving.

It's Sheng Canglan.

He looked at the embarrassed Sang Yao in front of him and said, "Brother Sang Yao, I don't know if this bundle of soul grass tastes good?" When you did those things before, I'm afraid you didn't think of today's scene, right? ”

Sheng Canglan's eyes were slightly cold, but his tone was as usual, as if he was greeting a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Sang Yao lowered his head and covered the look in his eyes.

He looked up again, his face was already grateful, and his voice was hoarse, "...... Senior brother, I was wrong about those things at the beginning, and in the days that followed, I didn't have a day without regret and a good night's sleep......"

"And then?" The expression on Sheng Canglan's face did not change, and he motioned for him to continue.

Sang Yao's eyes pleaded, and his expression was sincere: "...... Senior brother, for the sake of our acquaintance, plus for the sake of friendship, save me this time......"

"What are you going to do after saving you?" Sheng Canglan didn't look at him, but looked at the changing sky in the sky.

The thunder in my ears became more and more deafening.

Sang Yao's eyes flashed with a glimmer, and he said earnestly: "From now on...... I will make up for the great sins I have committed, and I will be a good man from now on, and I will burn incense day and night to atone for my sins......"

"Huh."

A soft snort was muffled by the thunder, and it was unclear whether it was mockery or something else.

Sheng Canglan looked at him calmly, and said word by word: "It's not impossible to save your life." ”

Sang Yao's face had just appeared with joy, but Sheng Canglan spoke again.

"But—Senior Brother, when you used to kill so many people for cultivation and study such an evil method that has lost your conscience, why didn't you think about sparing the lives of those innocent people?"

Sang Yao's eyes were cold.

Sheng Canglan's eyes flashed something, as if it was a memory. He looked at the person in front of him and thought, why did the simple young man become like this now?

He stared into his eyes and said seriously, "This is the last time I call your junior brother......"

Sheng Canglan lowered his eyes, covering the look under his eyes.

He said softly: "It's not that I haven't given you a chance before...... We've known each other for so long, I know who you are, I don't have to play this kind of drama of pretending to be pitiful and then accumulating revenge, I've been tired all these years. ”

Sang Yao trembled when he heard this, and he no longer hid the hatred in his eyes.

He said sharply: "Sheng Canglan! What do you think you are!? High Wind Bright Festival? Righteous people? You're just a fame-hungry hypocrite, and you know what you are—"