Mu Ran, who heard that he was leaving, was in a state of confusion, and she vaguely guessed that Shangguan Yin's return might have something to do with her life experience.

Back at the palace, the play has ended, and the nets sprinkled are some gains, but unfortunately they are just small fish and shrimp.

Feng Linglang planned to interrogate overnight and let people send Mu Ran back to the house first.

Mu Ran looked at his departing back, and inexplicably felt a little empty in his heart, and was silent for a while, and suddenly shouted, "Wait, can I go over and have a look together?"

Feng Linglang stopped, turned to look at her, and looked inquiringly.

"Maybe I can think of some clues, after all, these people are aiming for me. Ben was just suddenly out of control, and now he made excuses but suddenly remembered something.

If it is correct, the target of these people is her, and what a fool can provoke, she only knows a few superb products on the Hou Mansion now, Feng Linglang said that these dead soldiers may be enemy traitors, she suddenly remembered that Lu Kaiyan was framed for collaborating with the enemy and treason in the previous life, will it be related to these people, and these people will not be related to the Hou Mansion, or rather, it will be related to Ling Zixuan.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help flashing with coldness, if this is the case, it would be great, there is a debtor who has been wronged, and there is an ironclad reason for revenge, and he can also know the bottom of the prophet.

Looking at the flickering cold light in her eyes, Feng Linglang was silent for a few breaths, and finally only dropped two words, "Keep up." ”

The iron prison of the palace was not dark, the candle flame illuminated the whole labor, and there were fifteen people who were arrested tonight, of whom thirteen died, six committed suicide, and the remaining two moved a little slower and had their jaws removed.

These people are all dead soldiers, even if they are tortured, they will not spit out half a word, and the only way left is to find a gap when their willpower is weak, so when the two of them came in, they saw that the two dead soldiers had been hung and beaten to a bloody blur, and the air emitted this smell of rust.

"Lord Wang. ”

"What's the situation?" Feng Linglang waved his hand and looked at the two bloody men, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.

Mu Ran stayed in place, looking straight at the two bloody men, his pupils constricted, and his gaze was glued to the chest of the bloody man with faintly visible patterns.

The fingers under the sleeve trembled slightly, she could not forget the pattern of this axe for the rest of her life, back then, her father-in-law was accused of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, the reason was that these dead soldiers who were said to be in captivity by her father-in-law, she spent most of her time investigating these people, but unfortunately all the clues were broken.

Exactly the same tattoo......

The furious spiritual power lost control, and a small whirlwind rolled around it.

The surrounding guards immediately drew their swords out of their sheaths and blocked in front of King Lang, looking at Ling Muran with red eyes vigilantly.

Feng Linglang also looked at the out-of-control woman in surprise, her calm and clear eyes were a little crazy, not the chaotic and struggling thoughts before, but the clear and monstrous hatred and killing intent.

He tilted his head slightly, followed her line of sight to look at the two bloody people who were originally like dead things, but now suddenly began to suffer, with a little surprise and thoughtfulness in his eyes, he raised his hand and waved away the guards, his pupils sank, and a layer of Tiangang Qi erupted around his body.

Tiangang's qi covered the opponent's manic spiritual power riot.

Mu Ran's face was terrifyingly pale, but a pair of eyes slowly regained clarity, and tears dripped from his jaw, wetting a small piece of collar.

She withdrew her gaze in a trance, looked at Feng Linglang, and her heart was throbbing fiercely, making her breathe hard.

Everything in the past is like a nightmare, and sometimes she thinks that maybe it's really just a nightmare, she just dreams a little longer than others, a little more real.

But the facts are the facts, she was reborn here, everything is just the beginning, but the ending over there is still the same, and it is impossible for the dead to come back to life.

Since her rebirth, she has been living in nightmares and uncertainty about the future, taking measures to escape, but she has never thought about what will happen to the surviving Feng Linglang after her death, her lover is dead, her son is gone, and the one who survives is the most painful.

At that time, the future planned by the two of them, with expectations and expectations, everything now no longer exists.

Perhaps at this moment, the only thing she could feel fortunate about was that Feng Linglang, who was standing in front of her now, had strangeness and indifference in his eyes, rather than hurt, pain or questioning.

Taking a deep breath, she turned her gaze away and looked at the two unconscious bloody men again, her nails embedded in her palms, and it took a while to find her voice, "Lord Wang, can you let me interrogate them alone, I can guarantee that I will definitely ask for clues." ”

Feng Linglang looked at her deeply, and after a few moments, he turned to leave.

The guards followed suit.

There was a dead silence all around, only the sound of charcoal fires crackling, and time seemed to have gone back in time, the dim dungeon that exuded death.

Feng Linglang stood outside the cell, looking up at the moonlight slowly sinking westward, but his eyes were always occupied by those eyes full of hatred, and the emotions when he looked at him after waking up were almost the same as the previous times.

Such suppressed emotions and chaotic emotions made him not understand, why him?

He thought about it many times, and there was definitely no big intersection between the two, so where did that emotion come from, and why did it come to him.

I don't know how long later, the cell door was opened.

Feng Linglang turned to look, and saw that the disguise on the woman's face had disappeared without a trace, her face was calm, her eyes were waveless, and her face was frighteningly pale.

Met his gaze, the woman slowly stopped, looked at him, and after a while, suddenly opened her mouth to say a name, and then fainted.

When Mu Ran woke up, he found himself in a strange place.

At this time she was lying on a floor as smooth as a mirror, the size of a regular thousand-person hall of the palace, and it seemed to be round, because there was an equivalent door in all directions as far as she could see, but the color of the door was different.

This feels like her space can't be wrong, but when did her space become like this, something that had never happened in her previous life, or was it the spatial mutation caused by overdrawing her mental power to control those two dead men before?

There was silence for a few moments before she sat up, making sure that the space was indeed circular, and that there seemed to be no exit, or that the exit was behind a door.

As she pondered, all the doors suddenly disappeared one by one, leaving behind a wall of white mist, and directly opposite her, a black door appeared less than ten paces away from her, flashing a faint red light.

Mu Ran's expression froze, and he vaguely felt a similar summoning coming from behind the door.

She stood up and walked towards the door, at most she would have a life, and she had a feeling that space would not harm her.

The black door was opened as she approached, and there was nothing to see inside the red-lit door, so she had to explore it herself.

She thought that there might be a faint red light inside, but she didn't want to step in, and her eyes suddenly opened up, it was a bright hall, the whole body was made of white jade, and the sufficient aura instantly made people relax.

"Slow, slow!" Before she could look at the hall, a slightly impatient voice caught her attention.

I saw a flash of red light in the white jade high seat above the main hall, and a behemoth appeared in sight, but the head of the male lion has black and white tabby lines, the ears are similar to the sharp of a fox, the tail is a pure black tiger tail or leopard tail, and the eyes are also weirdly conspicuous one black and one silver, and the body is about three or four times the size of an ordinary lion.

It's just that at this moment, the behemoth is raising its paws and yawning impatiently, looking lazy, and the gaze cast at her is still a little complaining, which can't help but reduce the sense of crisis.

"Are you ......" Mu Ran blinked and asked subconsciously.

The behemoth was obviously impatient to answer and explain to her, and as soon as his claws were raised, a beam of white light shot at her and burrowed into her eyebrows, and after a burst of vertigo in her brain, many memories appeared that did not exist.

The behemoth is called Yifeng, which is considered a lion and tiger beast for the time being, and it is also the guardian beast of this space.

This space is called Qiankun Pan, and there are two modes, the initial mode is the space where Mu Ran used to only farm, and the state of perfection is the current state, the real Qiankun Pan.

The whole space is like a big turntable, with a total of 7749 doors on it, each door leading to a heaven and earth, but the opening of each door requires a corresponding level.

Qifeng had been sleeping before, and he didn't know that the space had passed through several hosts since the master he recognized, because no one had ever turned on the consummation mode, so it couldn't recognize the master, as for who his previous master was, Qifeng himself didn't know, his memory seemed to have been sealed.

This time is not the first time that Mu Ran has opened the space consummation mode, but unfortunately that time it was opened when Mu Ran blew up the space, and Yifeng woke up to face the crisis of the destruction of the space, so in a hurry, he borrowed the power of the Qiankun Pan to turn the tide and send Mu Ran back ten years ago.

It's just that after the reversal, his strength loss was too great, and he fell into a deep sleep again, and Mu Ran's excessive mental power this time affected him, so he woke up early and started the consummation mode.

Mu Ran didn't expect that there would be such a factor behind his rebirth.

What appeared in her mind at the same time was the rules of the Qiankun Pan and her task, which was nothing more than cultivating the exercises and trying to upgrade and open those doors.

"Wouldn't it be bad if these doors didn't open?"

She couldn't understand the set of exercises of memory at all, and her own original plan was also disrupted by this change, without a medicine field, unable to grow spiritual grass, then her medical path might be much more difficult than in her previous life.

"No, but it means that this space has no other purpose than to become a storage space, and even your previous medicine field can no longer be used. Yifeng lazily lifted his eyelids, a sly kneeling light flashed under his eyes, and his claws subconsciously pulled the mane on his neck.

Mu Ran was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "Is the medicine field still there?"

"That's natural, the previous initial state is now also classified as a small world, that is, the lowest level of a door, as long as you cultivate the beginning, you can open it. "As for where are the boundaries of entry...... Hey......

In other words, if she wants to follow the previous plan, then she still has to learn, she originally planned to devote herself to cultivating the medical path and try to reach the realm of her previous life as early as possible, but now she has another cultivation task......

Forget it, there are many skills that don't weigh down, and this space and the guardian beast look like that, the cultivation exercises shouldn't be ordinary, and, "What is the purpose of this cultivation exercise?"