"Baby, I'll take you somewhere."

The clouds slowly opened up the barren swamp realm. There he wants to restore the power and memory of the concubine.

A scorching breath came to the face. Yun Lizhen hugged the concubine to his side, chuckled in her ear, and pointed to a small mountain bag: "This place, you have been here." Look, you used to dance behind that mountain. ”

"You coax me...... Because I can't dance......" Concubine Wei was embarrassed, thinking that Yun Lizhen was teasing her.

"No, the way you dance, make the deity unforgettable." Yun Lizhen smiled mysteriously.

"Why?"

Beneath the scarlet sky, the flames of the Fire Demon Mountain seemed to rush towards the sky. Will she dance here?

Yun Li Zhe was helpless: "Because the dancer hurt the deity's chest and stepped on the deity's feet."

Yun Lizhen looks helpless, and his heart is indeed full of sweet memories.

The concubine looked blankly, beyond the boundless scarlet, and suddenly she found a figure who was trudging on the Fire Demon Mountain, running as fast as she could.

"Who?" Fei Wei watched the little white dot get bigger and bigger. The pink and white Qingmi Academy disciple's clothes were particularly wide, and it was a thin female disciple. Some of them have dark faces with big stubborn eyes.

She was like the concubine back then, chased by the heat wave and fled frantically.

Concubine Wei is not an easily sympathetic person, it has to do with her being a killer in her previous life, her career decision, she is not the kind of compassionate woman.

But when she saw this girl, she couldn't help but look at it more.

The disciples of the Qingmi Academy who enter the barren swamp realm are all people who make mistakes.

Yun Lizhen said lightly: "Baby, everyone has her own fate, let's go."

"I'd like to talk to her, okay?" The concubine's eyes were full of pleading.

I'm most afraid to see her eyes like this.

Yun Lizhen had no choice but to accompany the concubine.

"Oh my God, there's really someone in there!" When the girl saw the concubine and the clouds, she was excited and waved her hands like the wings of a bird.

This is an optimistic girl.

"Hey! Were you also punished? No, I haven't met you. The girl's face was red from the fire demon mountain, but her tone was very brisk.

"We're not." Concubine Yi gave the girl a big smile: "Qingmi Academy disciple?"

"yes, my name is Hanori." The girl stuck out her tongue like a puppy.

"Concubine." The concubine smiled and said her name.

"I'm twenty, how old are you?" As soon as Yuezhi reported her age, she frightened the concubine, this girl was too thin and weak to tell that she was twenty years old at all.

Yun Li frowned, why did the Qingmi Academy find out that this Hanori was a genius so late?

That's it, the concubine is back, and he doesn't want to participate in Xiling's affairs anymore.

"Hanori, I'm also twenty, my husband and I ...... Xianggong is leaving. Remember, never give up! After the concubine finished admonishing her, she disappeared in front of Hanori's eyes with Yun Lizhe.

They're gone? Was it just an illusion?

Hanori pinched her arm, obviously talking to two people just now. How does it look like an illusion?

Before coming in, the friends still remember the goodbye eyes. She muttered in her mouth: "Dead Flower Motang, sister went out to settle accounts with you!"

Yun Lizhen took the concubine and quickly arrived at the Ethereal Cave.

When the concubine saw everything in the cave, her heart suddenly became sour. She seems to have lost something very important here, and seems to have lost the direction of her life. She stroked the quaint bookcase and sat on the white jade bed. The mood is inexplicably a little sad.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Yun Lizhen saw that her face was not good.

"I've been here before?" Concubine Wei asked cautiously,

Yun Lizhen hugged her tightly with both hands, clinging to her somewhat cold little face: "We are here together, and we have been here for a long, long time."

The concubine suddenly realized, so it was. No wonder it's so familiar.

But why grieve?