The rain in June in the south of the Yangtze River is dense and dense. Twenty-four bone oil paper umbrellas. The rain fell into a curtain.

The woman under the curtain has a pair of almond eyes and clear eyebrows. A touch of red rope on the ankle is beautiful.

The alleys are silent, with small sounds echoing. Some of it was rain and rain, and some of it was an unintentional jingle of ringing.

The bluestone pavement washes and grinds out the marks of the years, and wets the Tsing Yi. The woman passed by him, and there was a faint scent of plum blossoms between the sleeves of her clothes.

He woke up from his dream to find a layer of snow falling outside his window. The snow fell like goose feathers, and the red plums in the courtyard also formed a layer of crystal frost on the tender yellow stamens. The vast snow-capped mountains in the distance glow slightly in the gray sky, and the outline stretches and is extremely simple, lining the world and the world.

Alas, he sighed softly: "It's been a thousand years. ”

Meteors fall across the sky, leaving a graceful arc in their wake. One after another, the stars sank into the rough sea. One gold bead line, two ...... They are intertwined and intertwined, intertwined into a terrifying golden spider web under the night, enveloping the entire sky. The heat and light scorched and churned in the icy blue sea, hissing and rolling in the heat waves.

Fire flows in the water, and the stars fall. The tide rises and falls, everything is like a dream that has been sleeping for a long time, just waiting for this moment to let her sink with the whole world.

Ah Qing was a spirit, and he was full of joy.

Where am I?

Thousands of acres of sea water are calmly crawling at your feet, and there is not a trace of waves in the starlight such a bright night. The deep blue of the ink spreads all the way to the horizon, and the night sky is eerily quiet. The whole world seems to have blocked out the light source, there is no temperature, only brightness. For a moment, she thought she was enclosed in a transparent mirrored space, and things were frighteningly still.

Suddenly, a golden light shot down vertically from nowhere, hitting her head. Ah Qing hurriedly lowered his head, but saw that the light was flowing down the transparent glass dome, the entire space was dyed golden by the flowing light, and the faintly reflected sea under his feet was turbulent in circles. Suddenly, the light became more abundant, and as soon as Ah Qing raised his head, a floating zodiac star map of the Twelve Heavenly Palaces suddenly appeared in his pupils, slowly rotating with the pouring of the light waterfall, as if some ancient magic circle had been activated.

"Let's go", "Let's go". Without warning, a few drops of water fell from the dome, and then, almost instantly, the river of golden light seeped in, pouring her head, and the shattered mirror instantly swallowed her in the endless water.