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These days were as long as centuries for Si Duxue, dark, painful, and crumbling like a sharp blade cutting at her, making her miserable.

With her brother's assistance, the Xuanming Illusion Realm and her party finally made it through. Even so, I still feel uneasy and uncomfortable when I think about it now.

She was born in a special family, especially in her brother's generation, and she had to follow the iron law of not harming the innocent, which made the clansmen who had survived the centuries of tribulation even more tormented.

But the ultimate benefit of this clan rule is not only to obtain the Immortal Dao, but also to have absolutely powerful power. It is precisely because of this that the tribesmen are willing to endure the pain and try to suppress it.

Lying back into the soft big bed, Si Duxue finally slept peacefully.

She had a beautiful dream of her parents and her brother, and the family sitting under a leafy oak tree for a picnic.

Several flower butterflies danced around her, and her brother used a spell to weave a beautiful wreath and put it on her head.

Suddenly, the sky was clear and the sunny sky was covered by dark clouds, and the world around her turned gray.

The flowers and grass withered one after another, and the butterflies that flew around her became evil goblins with teeth and claws, and the blade in her hand swung at her, and she couldn't dodge it, and a half-finger-long wound was cut on her right cheek, and blood flowed down her cheek like a stream.

Her parents were swallowed up by darkness, and in the blink of an eye, they were gone, and the brother who loved her had red eyes and turned into a terrible and ferocious wolf, and he bit her with his bloody mouth wide open-

It was at the moment when she was devoured that she caught a glimpse of a woman standing on the back of the giant wolf, with long hair flying and a silver knife in her hand, staring at her with a vicious look-

"Ahh

Si Duxue sat up from the bed, and cold sweat rolled down her forehead.

She gasped, her liver popping and throbbing in fright.

"Qin Yue!?"

Her trembling cherry white lips floated out the name of the woman standing on the wolf's back, and her two small hands that hung down on the bed clutched the sheets tightly.

She was in a state of panic, and faintly heard the singing voice drifting in through the window, ethereal and beautiful, tugging at her heartstrings.

She turned her face in the direction of the window and listened, the moving song soothing her frightened soul and calming her down.

Who's singing?

She knew everyone in the manor and had never heard anything like it.

It turned out that Molly, who was guarding the bedside, didn't know where to run, and she was the only one in the big room.

Attracted by the singing, Si Duxue got out of bed with her bare feet and walked out of the room.

Following the song, she walked through a garden in front of the castle and into the grove opposite. On a meadow illuminated by the moonlight, sat a beautiful woman, dressed in a light blue nightdress, combing her long black and bright hair, and her snow-white skin was glowing with a faint halo, looking like an elf from a distance.

The woman's mouth is closed one by one, humming a song that she listens to, her two hands caressing her heart, her eyebrows and eyes drooping slightly, showing sadness and pity.

Si Duxue stepped into the moonlit meadow, only five steps away from the woman. The woman listening to the singing noticed that someone was coming, and the singing stopped abruptly and turned her beautiful face to her.

"Who are you, why haven't I seen you before?" Si Duxue asked.