"How so? Could it be that no one has ever entered the Northern Wilderness? Mu Ziyi's eyes were slightly stunned, and she still didn't believe it in her heart.

But when you think about it, this man has no reason to lie to her, and his eyes don't look like he is lying at all.

Mousse glanced at her, and said in an indifferent tone: "The Northern Wilderness has always been like this, didn't your friend tell you?" ”

The friend he was referring to was naturally the man who walked with her, that is, Qingsheng.

Mu Ziyi frowned slightly: "He never told me." ”

In just a few days, Qingsheng couldn't tell her everything.

Even though she wondered why Qingsheng didn't tell her, she never thought to suspect Qingsheng.

After all.

When she was in trouble, it was Qingsheng who helped her. When she was in danger, it was Qingsheng who suddenly appeared to relieve her.

The kind of man who is light and gentle by nature will not deceive her.

Seeing her bowing her head and frowning silently, Mousse obviously didn't plan to ask again, nor was she going to say anything, but turned around, and her figure instantly turned into a black streamer and disappeared.

As the man left, the atmosphere around him was still cold.

Mu Ziyi didn't think about where the man went, but sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and breathed his body.

……

In this ** space, there is no night.

White clouds floated in the blue sky, and golden light sprinkled into the earth, bringing a piece of brightness to this sea of flowers, and lining those manzhu sawa were particularly charming.

Mu Ziyi woke up and didn't see the man's figure, and she didn't want to know where he went.

This space was his, and the man would know whatever she did, so she simply didn't do anything and leisurely enjoyed the flowers.

There was a strong sense of sadness in the air, and Mu Ziyi, who had been here for some time, had obviously adapted a little.

The woman squatted down to pick a manzhu sawa flower, but as soon as her fingers got closer, the flower automatically turned into a red powder and dissipated into the air.

This is......

In order to confirm the conjecture in her heart, Mu Ziyi reached out again to touch other flowers, but the result was the same as Fang Cai, and the manzhu sawa automatically disappeared into the air as a red powder.

No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will eventually wither.

This space is **, and these manju sawa are both real and illusory.

Mu Ziyi stood up, didn't touch those flowers again, but raised her eyes to look ahead, and said in a light tone: "This space is yours, you can't know what I do." If you like it, why destroy it? ”

From the time she and Qingsheng approached the sea of flowers, it was the Manzhu Sawa within reach, and nothing else.

Come to think of it, this Manzhu Sawa should be the flower that the man in the ink robe likes.

The woman's words did not receive any response, and the atmosphere in the air was very quiet, and you could clearly hear her breathing, and the gentle breeze in her ears.

The breeze is warm, just like the human heart, even if it is dark, there is a bit of tenderness.

"Speaking of imprisonment, in fact, what you want to imprison most is your own heart, right?"

The woman's voice was very light, as light as the breeze around her, and only careful attention could detect the meaning.

"Just a little girl, do you think you can guess my mind by saying a few words?" Suddenly, a man's cold voice came from ahead.

Mu Ziyi raised her eyes shallowly, not caring about his indifference, but hooking her lips shallowly, and said: "The direction in which the wind blows is warm, just as your heart is alive." ”