The heat burned his body, and Hua Jian only felt as if he had been thrown into the fire, no, it should be more uncomfortable than being thrown into the fire.

Opening her eyes slightly, Hua Jian only felt that her surroundings were red, and looking around, she was now in the sea of flames. The surrounding cliffs are steep, and there is no verdant color, only a sense of hideousness, and the inflammation under the body is surging and surging, and there is no stop.

Because she was at the highest point of the entire Flame Dissolution Sea, she was not swallowed by this Flame Dissolution.

Holding back the burning pain, Hua Jian half-sat up and put his hand against his forehead, trying to sober himself up.

"After waiting for you for a hundred years, you're finally here. A crisp voice sounded in the ears of the flower note, and the voice was very familiar, but she could not remember where she had heard it.

Hua Jian raised his head to the source of the sound, and saw a woman dressed in a blood-red robe, fluttering from not far away, and landing directly on the side of Hua Jian.

It's okay to come like this uninvited, and half-squatting down, the slender jade fingers hooked the chin of the flower note, and the eyes looked straight at her, with the taste of anticipation for an infinite reunion after a long absence.

The woman looked at the note, and the note looked at the woman, and the note found that the woman not only felt familiar to her, but also her appearance made her feel familiar.

"Who are you?" asked Hua Jian, probably because of the Yan Rong under her, so her voice was a little hoarse, but still tactful.

Although the woman was so unreasonable, Hua Jian was not angry at all, and she knew very well that this woman would not hurt her.

"Who am I?" the woman smiled, her eyes like silk, her hand loosened the chin of the note, and then lifted the long hair of the note, "I am you? You don't know me for a hundred years." ”

The woman smiled coquettishly, and moved closer to the flower note, and the flower note could clearly hear the woman's breathing and shallow heartbeat.

Hua Jian finally remembered where she had seen this woman, who was no different from herself in voice and appearance, and "she" was her, as the woman said.

"I don't know you. She wanted to push the woman away, but she couldn't give up on the woman, so she had to give up.

"You'll see. The woman said, the movements of her hands becoming more and more gentle, "Make the tide, remember? That's our name, the Dingkun in your hand, that's our former soul killer weapon." ”

"Tide?" said in a low voice, and there seemed to be a soft call in his ears, a voice with a little love and a little remorse.

"Yes, make the tide, I knew you would come back, after all, Li Shan owes us, we always have to get it back. The woman smiled, and she suddenly got up and looked up, her eyes revealing a yearning for the outside world.

Looking at the tide like this, the flower note suddenly felt a little sad, and she could empathize with the current mood of the tide, probably the tide is really a part of her.

"Are you really me?" looked at the side face of the tide, and asked Hua Jian with some uncertainty.

In fact, the tide said that she was her, and the flower note had already believed half of it, but she always felt unacceptable for a while, so she had to ask again to make sure.

"Yes, you are me, I am you, and the two of us are inseparable. "The tide is still smiling gently, but it is difficult to hide the hatred in his eyes.

The hatred in the eyes of the tide is not strange, but it should be so.

"Then why are you here?" said the note, and then got up and stood with the tide. She never felt that she was missing anything before, but it was only after the tide that she realized that she was incomplete.

"Do you want to know?" asked Lang Chao, holding the cheeks of the flower note with both hands, and his forehead against the forehead of the flower note, extremely affectionate, and the flower note did not resist, allowing the tide to treat her so intimately.

"I think. Hua Jian said, a big hole has been cut in her heart, if it is not filled, she will definitely regret it, and she will remember.

"So, will you accept me?" asked Ranchao, if she didn't want to, she wouldn't force her, but she knew that she would.

A hundred years of resentment, a hundred years of loneliness, a hundred years of captivity, even if she is separated from the body in order to wait for today, but once the body meets her, it will perceive everything she feels, and they will eventually merge into one.

"Good. Hua Jian nodded, after meeting with Lang Chao, she didn't need to think about everything anymore, it seemed that just acting according to instinct was the right way.

Hua Jian only felt that his eyes were foggy, and he couldn't see anything clearly, and his whole body seemed to be burned by fire. After a few moments, the burning heat on her body vanished, leaving a coolness, and by the time her eyes could see, she was in a wooded area.

Before he could look around, he heard a burst of laughter, and walked in search of the sound of the flower note, only to see a woman in apricot-colored clothes playing barefoot in the water in the mountain stream.

The woman was about twenty-eight years old, and she was still in the middle of her innocence, so she should have a very good heart, so fish, birds and butterflies surrounded her and frolicked with her.

is also, such an innocent woman is naturally desirable.

The flower note walked into the woman a little more, and when she saw the appearance of the woman in the apricot-colored dress, the flower note was stunned for a moment, and then came back to her senses after a while.

This woman was about once a tide, and the tide was her predecessor, and the place where she was located was more than a hundred years ago, when the tide was still in the world.

When the tide is playing happily, the water of the stream suddenly rolls up a thousand layers of water waves and goes straight to the tide, only to see the tide with a look of brows, the hand of the sacrifice of Dingkun, the expression of a self-contained arrow away, only one arrow will seriously injure the evil spirit in the water, so that the evil spirit has to kneel and beg for mercy.

Seeing this, she saw that the evil spirit was not angry, so she wanted to spare the evil spirit's life, but the evil spirit didn't seem to appreciate it, and when the tide turned around, he was about to attack her.

However, the evil spirit obviously underestimated the ability to make the tide, and the tide didn't even return, and directly hit a spell, and the evil spirit was directly reborn.

Hua Jian is a little interested in her predecessor, and it turns out that when she also looks like this, this feeling is really a little novel.

She wanted to go to the first few parts, but the novelty suddenly stopped, and was replaced by a wave of hatred, and just as she was about to find out why, the flower note saw a woman walking towards the tide, because the woman had her back to the flower note, and the flower note could not see the woman's appearance.

"Chao'er, it's time to go back. When the tide was about to play here for a while, the woman called down lovingly to the tide not far away, and took her shoes and socks for the tide.

"Mother, it's still early, can it be later?" replied, smiling at her mother, with a bit of coquettishness.

"My mother knows that you are good at cultivating, but you have just experienced a vicious battle with many evil spirits in Lishan Shimen, and there is always some loss, Chao'er, don't let your mother worry, okay?" said Langchao's mother, who was indeed very concerned about Chao.

Hearing her mother say this, she finally nodded helplessly, found a place, put on her shoes and socks and followed behind her mother.

It can be seen that Lane Chao is very respectful and happy for her mother.