Kaoruo, who stepped into the formation, felt as if she was wrapped in a viscous liquid in the sky, and her whole body was sore, weak and unable to move.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard a loud "wow" sound pouring out of her throat, and tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and fell into a warm embrace in a whirlwind.

The woman in her arms was not very beautiful, but she looked at her with an unusually kind and peaceful color, and her eyebrows were lowered affectionately.

"How can there be such a huge person in this world..."

Kaoru was shocked in her heart, but she didn't feel flustered, she only felt as if she was trapped in a woman's wonderful eyes, and it was difficult to control herself, but in the eyes of a woman, she saw herself wrinkled like a baby!

"Qing'er, you shouldn't have given birth to her..."

"Mother..."

The woman looked at the side with a smile and said to the old woman beside her, "Mother, you see, how beautiful Xun'er looks... Like it, like her father?"

"Why are you so troubled?" the old woman turned her face away, sighed slightly, and held back tears.

What is it?

Who are they?

Kaoru listened to the familiar Yanhuang Chinese, mixed with a little unfamiliar accent, only to feel a thunderbolt fall on a sunny day!

She desperately tried to open her mouth to ask, but only let out a more deafening howl...

"It's... A kind of phantom array!"

Outside the formation, several people paid close attention to Xun Ruo's movements, only to see that she was standing motionless in the formation, crying and laughing, no longer half a point of movement, Qing Lao made a guess, and then, raised his white eyebrows and said: "However, since it is a phantom array, with the firm will of you and me as cultivators, it will not be easily swayed by Qi, I think, you can enter the formation!"

As he spoke, Qing Lao and Ling Shuang'er glanced at each other and stepped forward.

But at this moment, I only heard Xuanchen wondering: "But, didn't the old man deduce that the formations here are all killing?"

"The old man Fang is Zeng Yan, the big array here is all killing, but the path that Miss Xuan chose to enter is relatively speaking, it is the best way!"

Qing Lao explained: "Besides, the formation pattern here will be affected by the 'momentum' left over from the amazing battle that was not recorded in the old dojo and the classics... If you don't enter at this time, I'm afraid there will be no chance to enter!"

As he spoke, Qing Lao protected Ling Shuang'er, strode forward, and stepped into the formation.

"Chen'er..."

Xuan Jianian looked at the three people in the formation in front of him, and said: "You and I should go inside, and if it is too late, let those who have listened to your music arrive, I am afraid that there will be unprovoked disputes! As for this girl, along the way, you and I have seen that it is true that she does not know the mysteries of cultivation, and such a woman who has grown up in a poor and remote country has never seen any of the world, and it is inevitable that she will be trapped by love..."

"Really..."

Xuanchen recalled all kinds of Kaoruo, and inexplicably appeared in his mind that Kaoru Ruo heard the poppy, as if he understood it to the extreme...

"Ahh ”

"Wrong, Ruo'er, you should call, Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom..."

Just when Xuanchen and the others had stepped into the formation, Xun Ruo had already begun to babble under the woman's teaching.

She looked at the woman's gentle eyes, indulged in them, and forgot who she was.

"Oh, Mom..."

"Ahh Mom, mom is happy, very happy!"

The woman listened to this mother, and a tear of joy overflowed from the corner of her eyes, but she didn't notice that at this time, in her arms, the immature child, a trace of trance flashed in her eyes...

Illusions come to life.

However, this mom is so unfamiliar...

The dean once said that she had grown up in an orphanage since she was born and had never met her mother...

But if it's not true, why, the woman in front of her makes her feel so kind and warm...

Kaoru is a little confused...

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

But at this moment, she seemed to hear a piano sound...

This is...

She slowly turned her head and looked at the sound of a man and a woman playing the piano ensemble in the TV, and in front of her, there seemed to be an elegant and handsome man's figure, overlapping with it...

In an instant, Kaoruo opened her eyes, regained her senses, looked at the woman's joyful expression, and secretly said in her heart: "This, this is fake, fake!"

"But how do I get rid of the falsehood in front of me..."

Kaoruru fell into distress.

The woman in front of her seemed to notice her daughter's troubles, stretched out her rough fingers, brushed her daughter's bulging eyebrows, but seemed to be afraid of the thick calluses on her hands, scratched the baby's delicate skin, and stiffly withdrew her palms...

Kaoruru looked around, trying to find a way to break the situation, and her eyes followed the simple decoration of the room to a fruit knife...

Will she be able to break through the dream?

......

Just when Xun Ruo was thinking about how to break the game, Xuanchen also fell into an illusion.

The wind is blowing, the sand is sweeping, like the deep ravines where the giant axes of the gods have fallen in front of you, and the places surrounded by clusters of ghost fires, countless strong men shed blood, piled up into a towering pile of corpses, but after death, they still surrounded the Xiongcheng behind them with the wreckage of ghost fire...

A man wearing iron armor, half-kneeling in front of the pile of corpses, pulled out the sharp blade that pierced into his chest and abdomen, looked back with a smile, looked at the people above the city, and slowly closed his eyes.

When the picture turned, it was an ancestral hall.

"Today, you will inherit your father's will, and swear to my Xuanjia ancestors and ancestors here, swear to protect my Xuanjia to the death, glorify the lintel of my Xuanjia, and inherit the position of the son of my Xuanjia!"

"Yes! Fusang will not be removed, and it will never be called!"

The young man's immature face was full of perseverance, and he bowed three times and took over the seal of the son of the world and the three beads.

Time passed in the dream, and in a blink of an eye, it was the time for the young man to lead the army for the first time.