The fairy-like woman in white, holding the stout bell wood in both hands, hit the bronze bell once.

The sound of the bell drew out all the people in the palace, most of them slaves and maids, who looked up at the woman who rang the bell with puzzled eyes.

At this moment, a man walked out of the most ornate palace in the palace.

1.85 meters tall, long black hair tied with a jade crown, a rolling python robe and tiger body covered, a delicate belt worn around the waist, and purple gold sun-chasing boots on his feet. Two sharp sword eyebrows, a pair of starry eyes, angular cheeks, and indescribable domineering majesty.

Even if this person turns to ashes, Tang Ying will not admit that he is wrong, it is Jing Yan!

Tang Ying suddenly had an epiphany, this palace turned out to be the place where Jing Yan rested, the nameless palace!

Although the python robe worn by Jing Yan is the same, for some reason, Jing Yan at this moment is much more majestic and domineering than Jing Yan in Tang Ying's impression, and there is an irresistible coercion between his eyebrows. Even if it was just in a dream, no one even noticed Tang Ying, but Tang Ying couldn't help but tremble slightly!

This is the primordial fear that emanates from the bones in the face of the emperor.

Like the others, Jingyan's attention was completely drawn to the bronze bell, to be precise, his gaze was completely on the daughter who rang the bell.

As soon as the bell fell, a towering tree in the center of the Nameless Palace gave birth to a vision.

The tree was more than ten meters high, bright silver throughout, with luxuriant branches, but not a single leaf, and many strips of red cloth hung on it, on which were written the good wishes of the slaves and maids. It turns out that it is a wishing tree made of metal that makes wishes and prayers.

Under the incredible gaze of everyone, the flowers with silver petals and white stamens bloomed on the branches, exactly as Jing Yan described.

"The Iron Tree has bloomed!" A maid shouted excitedly.

Suddenly, the entire nameless palace was filled with joy, and the maids and servants held hands and formed a circle next to the wishing tree, singing and dancing.

Everything in front of me is so peaceful and beautiful.

No one knows whether it was because of everyone's good wishes, or because the bell struck by the woman in white, which infected the iron tree and bloomed into a noble and holy silver-white flower.

The wind rises and the flowers fall, and the silver-white petals float in the palace, adding a bit of fairy spirit to the already magnificent palace. It's just that for some reason, the silver-white flower, no matter what it touches, will dissipate in an instant, and the dust will return to dust, and the earth will return to the earth.

But Rao is still exciting enough.

When Tang Ying came back from the beautiful scenery and looked at Jing Yan again, she found that Jing Yan had already embraced the woman in white.

The two hugged each other and kissed each other.

At this moment, time is like a white horse, in the blink of an eye, day and night alternate, and the stars change.

When the sun rose again in the east, the wind died down, leaving only the only silver flower left at the top of the iron tree. In the west of the sun, the silver flowers reflect the dazzling brilliance.

Jing Yan's voice was deep and domineering: "I'll pick it for you, only the silver and white flowers are worthy of your warm beauty." ”

The woman in white shook her head and motioned for herself to pick it.

She tiptoed a little, stepped a few feet, and then a little more, she was already standing on the branches, whether she was a martial arts master or a fairy descending to earth, no one knows.

The woman in white looked up at the last silver-white flower, slowly raised her hand, and at the moment when her fingertips were about to touch the petals, a black arrow broke through the air and shot accurately on the chest of the woman in white.