Tianhe Continent, Borok City, the secret room of Leng Jialin Ling Yuan

On the futon, a young girl in a pink violet dress is meditating cross-legged.

I saw that she was about fourteen or fifteen years old, her ten fingers were as long as soft wattles, her forehead was smooth and white, her eyebrows were bent and her eyebrows were not drawn, her nose was straight, her pink lips were pursed, and with a mouthful of turbidity exhaled, the girl closed her eyes and opened her eyes, revealing a pair of eyes that were as beautiful as washing, shining, clear and bright and cold and indifferent, adding an unyielding stubbornness and tenacity to that glamorous and dusty face.

Leng Luohyun looked around again helplessly, it was still the secret room where she had stayed for two days, and the memories in her mind that did not belong to her were still there, that is, no matter how absurd it was, she had to admit that she was dead but realive, and the owner of this body happened to be called Leng Luohyun, coincidentally with the same name and surname, diametrically opposite worlds and families.

In this world of seeking the Great Dao, the original high imperial power is no longer the supreme in the world, but has become an accessory attached to the monastic family, the three major families rule the continent, everything is respected by the cultivator, the family is above the imperial power, and the cultivator becomes the master of this heaven and earth.

The entire world is divided into different spatial enchantments from the bottom to the top, and only when the cultivation is strong enough can one cross the current enchantment and enter a higher realm.

The lowest level is the mortal realm, and after cultivating the Tao and breaking out of this layer of enchantment, you can soar into the cultivation realm, and the upper layer is the fairy realm, and the highest level is the divine realm that everyone dreams of.

No matter what level of domain you are in, only the strong are respected, and the higher the Dao, the more respected you are.

It's a pity that the talent of this body cultivating the Dao is extremely low, but it doesn't matter, how can I cultivate the Dao Dharma in my previous life? She has never relied on something as erratic and uncontrollable as "talent".

Once the direction was confirmed, Leng Luohyun no longer hesitated, pushed open the stone door of the secret room, and walked out freely, with elegance and nobility in his gestures, and with some leisurely and free and easy walking in the bamboo forest, making this magnificent courtyard seem to be covered with a layer of pastoral leisure.

Suddenly, Leng Luohyun stopped, the skirt swayed and swayed due to her sudden movements, and a tail of streamer moistened, and people were like flying clouds like a dream, but she didn't notice this beautiful scenery, just looked at the reflection on the lotus pond in the courtyard in a daze.

This action, this look, and the light smile on her face, the calmness and indifference in her eyes, everything made her more familiar.

Oh, after five years of companionship day and night, it turns out that he has already unknowingly become another him.

And what about Mr.? When he learned of his death, would there be even a slight change in his dull eyes? Or will the traces of my existence soon be erased?

Leng Luoyun subconsciously reached out and stroked his heart that was inexplicably stuffy.

At this time, Leng Shuang broke into the backyard despite the obstruction of Qingjing and others, but what she saw made her even more annoyed.

The corridor surrounds the pond, the green willow and pink peach, the flowers are delicate but more beautiful, especially the beauty at the moment Gu Ying self-pity, holding the beautiful shadow of the heart, under the illumination of the sparkling water in the pond, coupled with the warm luster of the Qixia brocade skirt refracted in the waves and warm sun, the already beautiful face is more dazzling and dusty, and even the temperament of the body has become gentle and elegant, dreamy fairy, she still feels extremely moving as a woman, let alone a man? I'm afraid that after seeing it, I will rush to grab it into my arms!

stared at the colorful Qixia brocade skirt coldly and hatefully, no wonder it attracted so many people to rush to run, such a priceless thing was actually worn on this waste that had been nested in the practice room all year round, it was really a tyrannical thing!

"Yo, look at this lovely picture that I see so pitiful, what, this is what you call a retreat? Hmph, waste is just a lot of excuses, it turns out that it's just secretly practicing how to seduce men! ”

"Miss, I'm sorry, it's Qingjing who is incompetent, and I can't stop Miss Shuang." Qing Jing, who looked anxious and self-blaming behind him, saw that he couldn't stop the coldness, so he had to run a few steps quickly, turned around and blocked in front of his own young lady, thinking that even if there was another conflict later, he would be able to block a few more times for the young lady.

Qinghe, who finally got rid of the cold maid's entanglement, also ran out of breath, pursed his lips, and stood side by side with Qingjing.

Looking at the two maids who opened their arms to protect him, the corners of Leng Luohun's mouth were lightly raised, and he reached out to put down the arms of the two, "It's okay." ”

"Little ...... Miss ...... "Qingjing and Qinghe's eyes can't help but redden, how many years have passed, Miss actually smiled at them!" Moreover, the young lady also protected them behind her, and suddenly felt so happy and secure!

Wait, Mademoiselle has them behind her?!

"Miss—"