Crying with joy? No, as if he had suffered some blow, there seemed to be an air of despair and frustration all over his body. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the middle of her sobs, she choked out a sentence intermittently, "It's me, I'm the ...... That stand-in. ”

"What did you say?" It wasn't Ran Yi who asked, it was Gu Haochuan. There was a hint of panic in the anxiety, almost blurting it out.

Ran Yi hooked the corners of his mouth and said disdainfully: "What are you kidding, didn't you have a marriage contract with Ding Yuanshan 30,000 years ago?" At that time, she didn't know where to cool off. ”

Shen Muxue trembled slightly and shook her head, "No...... Not 30,000 years ago, but even earlier. She ...... with the distant mountains," she raised her misty eyes, "No, it should be with Sikong. The relationship between them is far longer than 30,000 years. I've seen her, and she's the woman in that picture. ”

A few meanings, she is not a painting spirit, how could a painting come out.

Ran Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked word by word: "What kind of painting?"

Shen Muxue's face was half stunned, and he replied in despair: "It's the dream elf written by Yuanshan." I thought it was just a phantom in a nightmare in the distant mountains. I didn't expect ...... She really exists. ”

Her eyes were frightened, her lips trembled slightly, and she continued: "After washing the marrow from the distant mountain, she appeared, like a ghost, hovering in the heart of the distant mountain all the time. ”

She raised one hand, slowly spread it out, and with a flicker of white light in her palm, she pulled out a well-bound scroll of paintings. "This was accidentally stolen by me when he sent me out of Kunlun. ”

Ran Yi, who was standing in front of her, raised his hand and sucked the painting into his palm. Then she held the scroll and shook it gently, and the scroll was unfolded and dragged from her shoulder to the ground, and it was impressively presented to everyone.

It was a misty ink painting.

The woman in the painting, plainly dressed and clean-faced, with a light lotus skirt, looks at the winding and long mountain waves in front of her, smiling and smiling, like a fairy. Between the delicate and dense brushstrokes, the feelings are like a clear song with a long aftertaste.

As Shen Muxue said, the woman in the painting is only slightly similar to her, not her. The real master is Mu Yao'er, and it is completely Mu Yao'er's ontological reflection.

There are also a few lines in between:

[The autumn water is fragrant, and the shadow is out of the clouds. Swaying and dancing in the wind, like an elf and a fairy. The floating dust flows through thousands of sails, and a wisp of clear dreams lasts. Even if there are hundreds of red in the world, the world is boundless. Stupid and difficult to speak, only to send a piece of paper, leaving a moment of smoke. 】

Looking at the painting in Ran Yi's hands, not patronizing Haochuan, Mu Qi, and Gu Haoquan were stunned. Even Ran Yi himself was stunned and speechless.

In addition to being shocked, several people couldn't help but sigh secretly, what an unforgettable kind of communication it can create a relationship that can not be forgotten for a period or several reincarnations.

Shen Muxue suddenly let out a few sad laughs and said, "He once said that he only has righteousness for me, no affection, and he can't obey the teacher's orders and marry me." But I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I can't even compare to a dream bubble that doesn't even exist. So, when he was unconscious and hovering on the brink of life and death, I put on a wedding dress for him......"

Halfway through her words, she choked up. She wanted to give him his last ride as a surviving person. As a result, before she could salute, she was also murdered by her father.

And Gu Haochuan, Ran Yi, Mu Qi, and Gu Haoquan didn't seem to be able to recover from the shock, they were all silent, and no one squeaked.

Shen Muxue wiped away the tears that slipped on her face with one hand, and continued: "But now...... I believed. Even if he fights for thousands of lifetimes, even if he is separated by the end of the world, he will wait for Qing and spend his whole life. Because he wants ......," she moved her gaze to the painting in Ran Yi's hand, "It's just her." ”

With a 'snap', the painting in Ran Yi's hand fell to the ground.

Almost at the same time, in the closed tomb, a strong light suddenly bloomed, and it was fleeting.

It came from the direction of the enchantment, and everyone looked away in surprise, and saw Mu Yao'er whip in the air, straight through the throat of the deer. Immediately after that, it was suddenly retracted, and the deer fell to the ground like a free fall. As soon as she turned around, she also landed on one knee, gasping with difficulty.

The wind stops and the night sky shines. The surrounding scene gradually melted away at a speed visible to the naked eye, and returned to the original relief stone wall. It's just that on the wall, there is an extra white mist vortex. And Mu Yao'er, who landed on one knee, appeared in front of the whirlpool.

She did, successfully opening the entrance to the tomb on the next floor. It was a good thing, but there was no trace of joy on everyone's faces. His expression was very sad, like a thunderous duck, looking at her very complicated.

Only Mu Qi ran over and asked, "Sister, are you okay?"

Her gaze swept over everyone, and finally fell on Shen Muxue, who was also kneeling on the ground, and asked rhetorically, "You guys...... What's going on? What's going on......"

The blood in her throat surged, choking her with a cough.

Mu Qi was busy patting her on the back, and said perfunctorily: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

That's right, the little guy is clearly perfunctory to her. Although it was out of worry, the panic shown by the little guy was not simply concern. It's an extremely twisted, panicked, and a little bit of panic.

While coughing and wheezing, Mu Yao'er covered her heart and glanced at the surrounding situation a few more times. Except for Mu Qi, the rest of the people still maintained their previous complicated expressions, the pestle was in place, there was no movement, and even the eyes that looked at her were extremely weird.

Especially Shen Muxue, there seemed to be a thousand hatreds in her eyes, staring at her with straight hairs on her back. And on his side, at Ran Yi's feet, there was also a painting scattered around. Half-opened, half-volume, covering the painting.

When she was relieved, she asked intentionally or unintentionally, "What is that?"

"Nothing!" Mu Qi suddenly raised his voice and blocked his body in front of her.

Meeting her unwavering eyes, Mu Qi's facial nerves were a little stiff, and he barely twitched a few times, pulled out a very ugly smile, and said, "Sister...... It doesn't matter what that thing does. Let's take care of your wounds first, you see that these wounds on your body are still bleeding. ”

Her eyes were slightly constricted, staring at Mu Qi fixedly, and she didn't say anything.

Immediately, Gu Haoquan and Gu Haochuan also played a round game, echoing and persuading her to deal with her injuries. On the other hand, he nervously stepped forward and crossed the front, completely cutting off her vision. She asked casually, but she didn't want to care.

But look at their unusual behavior......

Her eyes flickered slightly, and a little smile floated. But without warning, she suddenly raised her hand and waved, and the long whip instantly bypassed several people in front of her and wrapped around the edge of the scroll. With a slight twist, the whole painting is rolled up. Then with a "whoosh", it was dragged into her hand.