The voice......

She jerked her head up, and she was greeted by a face as handsome and incomparably familiar as the deep snow of the mountains.

Dressed in purple, there is no other in the world.

"You ......"

She just wanted to speak, but her throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

When she was shocked by Feng Yan's spiritual power, she had already suffered extremely serious internal injuries, but she had just been holding on.

At this time, he stopped, the breath in his body was surging, and his spiritual power was almost uncontrollably wandering around, and he felt that all his limbs and bones were in pain.

She let out a low breath, but suddenly her back warmed, and a warm current was immediately injected, slowly moisturizing the painful Qi meridian eight veins like moisturizing things silently.

She raised her head and looked at the familiar face that had appeared countless times in her dreams, and the corners of her lips lifted slightly, and in an instant, she fell into the boundless darkness.

………………

The bamboo forest is secluded, and the sound of the piano is lingering.

The plain white fingers were like beautiful jade, constantly jumping on the phoenix guqin, and the sunlight refracted down through the gaps between the bamboo leaves, shining on the man's upright and lonely back.

The wind whistled, and a man suddenly appeared behind him.

Before he could speak, he staggered to one knee and fell to the ground.

"He's back."

"Who?"

"Demon Lord, Emperor Evil."

"This news has long been known to the Six Realms."

"He, took Yun Weiyang away."

"Zheng!" The strings snapped.

………………

It's white all around.

Just keep going forward, keep going forward, but the road ahead seems to never end.

"Kill her! Kill her! ”

Faintly, there seemed to be a noisy voice: "Kill this monster!" ”

A gust of wind happened to blow, and the thick white fog in front of her finally gradually dissipated, and then appeared in front of her, a huge forest, and she was in a grassy clearing at the edge of the forest.

The sound was made by a group of children, all seven or eight years old, in a circle, punching and kicking a little girl in the middle who was curled up on the ground with her head in her arms.

"Monster! Let you come out and scare and shoot you! Shoot you! ”

A deep foot and a shallow foot kept falling on the little girl's thin body, but strangely, from beginning to end, the little girl never said a word.

Could it be that the little girl is mute?

For some reason, a wave of resentment suddenly surged in her heart.

"Stop!" She stepped forward and tried to chase the children away, but the children didn't seem to hear her and continued to bully the little girl on the ground.

The last thing she can see in her life is to bully the weak, and if she continues like this, the little girl will be beaten to death.

She was about to make a move, when suddenly, a white light flashed in front of her, and she only heard the children whoop, and then they all flew out one by one and fell to the ground two or three meters away.

It seems that she doesn't need to do anything.

Yun Weiyang raised the corners of his lips and looked at the place where the white light dissipated, but the curvature of the corners of his lips, little by little, slowly froze on his face.

The person who stood indifferently in front of him was as untouched as the dust of the world as deep snow in the mountains.

But, how could it be him?

Suddenly, she seemed to understand something.

"Who are you and why did you attack us!" The eldest child jumped up from the ground and pointed at the man in white and asked angrily.

The man in white said lightly: "You don't need to know who this seat is, but from today on, she is the apprentice of this seat, and none of you can bully her anymore, understand?" ”