The spirit bird echoed tactfully, just glanced at Yiren lightly, and there was a trace of surprise hidden in that look, and then it also turned silent, and its figure gradually flew up and disappeared into the skyline.

Yiren was a little helpless, she pulled her dress, and really saw the surprise in the eyes of the spirit bird, probably because she felt that she would not come to this world at all.

As a member of the Nine Heavens, she used to be a powerful dancer, and she was the king of battle in this spirit beast clan, and every spirit beast in the clan was a well-trained killer.

But she was the only one who didn't know the ways of those assassins at all, and she had never had any achievements so far, so she was naturally abandoned by the clan.

Her parents and brothers were ashamed of her and even wanted to kick her out for nine days.

It's just that the pain in her heart can never be erased, and coming to this human world is not what she wants.

Pinning hope on human beings, hastily but this life, may be all the dreams of the future.

The Iren regained his strength, and walked gently to the side of the holy ruin, a bell dangling at his ankle, and at this time he turned into a smart child.

"The spirit bird of the Holy Ruins came out of the Nine Heavens, there is still a mysterious organization in this city, and no one can know about the branch in the Moshang Continent, that terrible feeling is unprecedented, it seems that I really underestimated these organizations."

"It's not surprising that you know about this, after all, this is a matter of your race, it is an ancient and mysterious organization, no one will ally with them, and no one will dare to ally with them, because in their hearts, only the king can drive them."

"Is the Holy Ruins the King?"

A warm smile flashed on Yiren's face, and a mark had been engraved in her blood and bones, which was a memory, a warm and wanton mood.

Finally, he is no longer alone, wandering in the world.

In her heart, a place has been occupied, which is reserved for the Holy Ruins.

No matter whether he is so bad that he is bad in the future, or so good that he is jealous, he will not be easily abandoned, this may be awareness, a kind of fate and dependence that cannot be shaken off.

Gently tugging at the arm of the holy ruin, scorning his lips, Yiren squeezed out a smile on his face, and in an instant he turned into a little bird-like woman.

The holy ruin raised his eyebrows, he stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the mountains and rivers, and a feeling of happiness shot out of his eyes.

So unreal.

"From now on, you will follow this king, as for the nine heavens, don't go back to that kind of place."

"Good!"

The wind drooped down the blood flowers, a little petal fell on the East Lake at will, the small bridge and the flowing water, the ancient road west wind thin horse, the sunset, the scenery in the city fell in the west, only the old man was worried, but he was a two-person plaice.

In the lonely city of the setting sun, in a defeated academy, Lan Qi had already fallen asleep, and only a burst of yawns kept humming from Beilan Laiye's nose.

She packed up the books and put them in the spatial ring.

The arm inadvertently hit the table and chair on the side, and a loud bang fell in the air, and the entire academy suddenly seemed to have a new look, and at this time, it turned into a different scene.

Lan Qi was awakened from his dream, looking at the prospect in front of him, a little stunned.

"What did you do in Beilan Laiye, how did this place become like this?"