In contrast, Qingluan's situation is slightly better.

Little Lori was also poisoned by the smoke, and the clone of the nightmare also entered her eyebrow spiritual domain, and began to look for the weakest point in her spiritual world, and began to attack.

She dreamed that she was alone as a bird, and in desperation, she spread her wings and flew high, flying over mountains and rivers, across the desert Gobi.

She's looking.

Searching hard.

Find your other half - look for another Qingluan.

However.

She searched, searched, searched, I don't know how many thousands, how many tens of thousands of years, but still couldn't find it.

She suddenly realized that in this heaven and earth, there is no second Qingluan at all, and she is the only one in heaven and earth. The only loneliness.

She is destined to have no partner in this life.

A strong sense of sadness hit her heart, Qingluan was so sad, she lost interest in continuing to fly, her wings lost their strength, falling from a high air, falling in a straight line, her blue eyes were faintly covered with a layer of mist.

An evil and mournful voice kept echoing in her mind—

"You are destined to die alone."

"You can't find a partner."

"You're going to die, you're going to have no offspring, you're going to fly alone forever and ever! In the sea of loneliness and suffering, there is no salvation! ”

……

Qingluan was even more desperate.

Fall.

Falling all the time.

Eventually, her body slammed into the ground of a human village. The cyan tail feathers, flowing with a little silver glow, stained with mud, can hardly hide their beauty. The wings are as blue as the dawn sky, radiating a dreamy glow in the sun.

Qingluan was hurt by the fall and stood up crookedly.

Directly in front of it, there was a thatched mud house with the door open.

Qingluan subconsciously walked in, there was no one in the room, only a bed, a table, it could be seen that it was a woman's boudoir, there was a dresser on the table, and on the right side of the box, there was a bronze mirror. The bronze mirror is quite large, taking up almost half of the table.

Her gaze shifted to the bronze mirror.

And then—she noticed in the mirror that there was a bird that looked exactly like herself.

The same tilted head, blue hazy eyes, containing despair and sadness. The wings are the same as the color of the sky, and the dark blue on the wings is like a totem of the eyes, which is a symbol of divinity.

"Found it!"

"I found him!"

"The second Qingluan in this world, my partner!"

Qingluan was ecstatic, and in an instant, the bittersweet and bitter emotions exploded in her chest, flooding her heart like a wild wolf, making her sing out loud with joy and sorrow.

——She sang a rare beautiful song in the world, the young phoenix chirped, and the birds worshipped.

Sad, sad.

Beauty.

When people hear it, they can't help but shed sad tears, and they can't help but think of the person they love most in this life - the one they will never get, the person they love the most.

Qingluan sang and wept.

Obviously, the other half has been found in the mirror, but why is it still so sad.

……

Her nightmare.

Nightmares are endless.

In reality, Qingluan, who was lying in the sleeping bag, closed his eyes tightly, his face was full of sadness, and at the corner of his eye, tears were pouring out like beads with broken threads.

A small mouth, blood-colored, pale and terrible, opened slightly, and a subtle wail came out of its throat. Like a phoenix, like a murmur, like a whisper of pain......

"It's so strange that little Lori is crying and learning to call after being hit by a nightmare."