"Awake"

Yan Gui opened his eyes, and in the confusion, he saw a slender figure of a woman, blue clothes striking her eyes, and her white wrist with a string of bells.

"You're awake, my heir"

The woman's eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her left hand gently drew an arc in the air, and a deep conch flute made of conch appeared in her hand.

The sunlight shines on the ice, refracting the colorful light bands, and the snail body is also shrouded in a layer of colorful brilliance against the background of the colorful light bands.

"In ancient times, there was a turbulence, clear as a copper bell. A woman is singing, cold and unbeaten"

The woman walked towards Yangui and put the flute in her hand, "What you see, what you know." It is the past of the goddess of the Far North, what she loves, what she cares about, and what she thinks about is Su Yue. Far north, all it gave her was peace. ”

The woman said slowly, "Then, now you will inherit me." ”

Yan Gui slowly saw the woman in front of him clearly, it was Fengluo.

"Grandma" Yan Gui shouted unconsciously, "Grandma"

Feng Luo sneered and said, "It seems that it is not enough to tell you these things."

"Then I'll tell you my story after Su Yue's death"

"After Su Yue died, I came back here. But no one was with me anymore, and you saw the butterflies that surrounded my castle when you came. Those are the savages."

"You turned them into butterflies???"

"No...... It's not me, it's themselves......" Feng Luo secretly clenched his fists, "It's them!" ”

"About ten years later, your mother, Riko, came to the far north. For my life is eternal, and so is my countenance. I am worthy of her sisters, I am the third, and the second is a woman named Du Tan Summer. ”

"Then my father," Yan returned.

"Come back, him? is also a dead-eyed child, I admit that I have feelings for Su Yue for him. However, with the arrival of Riko, I knew that my son was not destined to be far north. I'm already trapped in the far north, I can't, let "him" be trapped in the far north too. ”

"Yan Gui, the extreme north will be handed over to you" Feng Luo put the snail flute in her hand. In an instant, the extreme north wind blew Yan Gui's hair up, and pieces of snowflakes fell.

The phoenix snail's body began to dissipate, and a gust of wind blew and turned into velvet snow.

Yan Gui looked at the scenery outside, the blue sky was as spotless as blue glass, "Far North, let me guard you"

And in the distance, under the corner of a snowy mountain, a black-haired man, he has a face exactly the same as Su Yue, "Yan Gui, I'm here"

In the Moon Butterfly Cave, ten thousand butterflies are restless, among which there is a violet-like butterfly, the butterfly wings are also outlined with black-purple stripes, and the butterfly eyes are reddish-brown. Countless butterflies fanned their wings around it, and after a long time, the butterfly actually spat out human words: "He is coming"

Thousands of years of sinking, meeting a person's heart.

Sacrifice with your life and leave behind three lonely souls.

Yan Gui took the snail flute and looked at the five grooves on it, which were thinly arranged around the eyes of the snail flute, each groove was full of pale colors.

"What was in here?"

She raised the flute and let the flute shine through the sunlight, and the seven grooves shone in turn, "Grooves? Is it inlaid with something? ”

"Yangui"

A familiar voice came from behind him, it was a magnetic voice, "Yan Gui"

She turned her head sharply, her angular cheeks like a knife, a pair of affectionate eyes, affectionate eyebrows, and faint lips dyed with a little moisture.

That's her sweetheart, her favorite person.

The sun shone on the top of the snow-capped mountains in the far north, Yan Gui looked at the man behind him with a snail flute in his hand, and smiled. What they didn't know was that decades ago, they were also the same goddess of the Far North, and they were also the same man, and they were also in the land of the Far North, looking at each other and smiling.

Coincidentally, the current man is also the reincarnation of the soul of the man decades ago.

Everything seemed to be recreated............

"You're here" Yan Gui held the snail flute in both hands, and looked at the man in front of him with his feet crossed, his joy overflowing.

"Why are you here, Chen Heng"

"Why can't I come, huh?"

Chen Heng walked over and touched Yan Gui's hair, and a few strands of hair fell out, "Why can't I come, huh?" ”

"I" Yan Gui pursed his mouth, pointed his chest with his hand, and said, "I ........."

She suddenly hugged Chen Heng, her hands tightly locked behind his waist, "I miss you, Chen Heng." ”

Chen Heng also hugged Yan Gui tightly, "I miss you too." Yan Gui"

"I'm here to tell you something."

"What's the matter?"

Yan Gui put his chin against his chest, his mouth pursed, and he said coquettishly, "What's the matter?"

He stroked her hair, scratched her nose dotingly, and said softly, "Hmm......... Aoi Wen has inherited the throne. ”

"Really?"

"Truly, each of you has his own way, each of you is free of his own responsibilities. But......... You still remember the day you just left Nanshan. What you said"

Chen Heng raised his eyes, touched her hair, and then looked down at the eyes of the girl in his arms, shining like stars, paused, and then said, "You promised my ......... that you will do something for me." ”

He looked at the mouth of the girl in his arms, soft and delicate, cherry-like ruddy, with red teeth and red tongue, which was gently exposed in the center of the lips.

"I ........."

Yan Gui cheeked shyly, looked into the eyes of the man in front of him, and a sentence came to his mind, "When I reach the extreme north, I will dedicate myself to you completely!" ”

"I ...... that ......... said that. But...... You see........."

Yan Gui took out the snail flute in his hand and pointed to the five grooves on it, "That's it, I feel like something is missing here." ”

Chen Heng took the snail flute in her hand, looked at it carefully for a while, and then said, "Indeed, as for what is missing here. Don't you know, the goddess of the Far North?"

Yan Gui was caught off guard by Chen Heng's sudden "Goddess of the Far North", and his face was full of smiles, "You, what are you shouting nonsense." There are only two of us in the entire Far North, and there are no adults or no adults. ”

Just when the two of them were "flirting", the snow-capped mountains outside suddenly began to collapse, "What's wrong?" Snowy mountains, collapsed"

Yan Gui looked at the snail flute in his hand, and unconsciously sounded a sentence in his ears, "Wishing dreams...... Dream ...... for the snail flute"

"Transform into a butterfly and enter your dream."

The soul bell rang softly, purple star shavings.

The bell rings and the dream begins.

"Are you going," she asked softly to the man next to her, "my love"

"I'm willing to follow you everywhere"

The cheeks of the girls that the man caressed, the blizzard blowing their bodies, I don't know how long it took, the two slowly dissipated under the wind and snow.........

When I woke up again, it was already another place......

Desert.

The veiled woman led the camel through the desert, a depression with every step.

"Look for a flower, the flower of the desert. Finding its flowers and resurrecting you is my lifelong dream. Pei Lang. ”

According to legend, there is a kind of flower on the desert, this flower is green straight and thin, pink flowers are clustered, and the fragrance can be spread for thousands of miles.

It is said that this flower is the five tears shed by the princess of the desert who is homesick. Five tears fall on the desert, instantly take root, sprout, and blossom. Whoever finds this flower can resurrect one person, but ......... After all, it's just a legend......

Yan Gui opened her eyes in a daze, the thirst of her tongue made her weak, "Chen Heng"

She got up, and the place her hand touched instantly turned into soft cotton and flowed away, "Is it a desert?" What is this place......"

No one answered her......

She slowly got to her feet, realizing that there was nothing but a camel with her.

"Look for a flower called the Flower of the Desert. Resurrecting Pei Lang is what you want in your life."

Memories flooded into her mind, and there was a chain around her neck that was emitting a faint red light.

Five years ago, the desert.

"Princess of the Desert, the Moon."

The warm skin is as shiny as jade, the black hair is as silky as the moonlight, and the thin waist is unbearable.

A soft but cold voice came from the silk tent, and the maid outside replied respectfully, "Princess, the king is at Concubine Jing's."

"Concubine Jing? Where did it come from? ”

Zhiyue opened the silk tent and looked at a point in the distance, "It's the woman who fell from the sky"

"Yes, Princess."

"Heh, the moon fell from the sky" snorted coldly, "I'm afraid it's not a catastrophe." Let's go, go to the Mirror Palace."

"Yes"

The whole body of the mirror palace is made of glass, which is a colorful cage formed by reflecting sunlight. At the top of the Mirror Palace is a light tower, and inside the light tower is a glass lamp.

The wick never goes out, and at night, it is like a bright lamp suspended in the desert, lighting a lamp for night travelers.

"Concubine Jingniang, it's time to light the lamp"

The maidservant respectfully said to the woman in the curtain, "Niangniang"

The woman in the curtain, her skin is like congealed fat, her eyes are like bright stars, her expression is cold, and she doesn't like words.

"Why am I here?"

"Niangniang"

"Falling from the sky, from a shattered mirror to a mirror concubine"

"Niangniang"

The maid took Concubine Jing's hand, she looked at the maid beside her, "Yan Gui, when can you light the lamp for me?"

"Mother, only you can light the lamp"

Concubine Jing sneered and glanced at Yan Gui, "You can't do this for you, you can do it for you."

When Yan Gui heard this, he hurriedly knelt on the ground, looked nervous, and defended, "Niangniang, it's really not." It was the king who was drunk that day to ........."

"Huh"

Concubine Jing snorted coldly and went away.

Looking at her back in the distance, Yan Gui pursed his lips and said, "I don't know who is the one who does it."

Speaking of the desert world, Yan Gui didn't know anything when he first came here. But when she saw Concubine Jing's face, one memory after another flooded into her mind, "You are a corner of the glass of the heavenly court, reflecting everything that happens in this heavenly court day and night. The intrigue between the priests and the filth behind the superficial harmony of the heavenly court are all in your eyes. It's a pity that you were still broken and abandoned in the mortal world after all. You are transformed into a person, and your name is "Yan Gui"

"You have a maidservant named Yueyu. Because you have just entered the mortal world, you have a lively heart, and you often exchange identities with Yueyu and go to the mortal world to play by yourself. But who would have thought that she would completely replace you. ”

"You're here for a flower. Named the Flower of the Desert, the Flower of the Desert bears a hundred years of fruit, which is the five tears of the most famous princess in the desert. ”

Concubine Jing (Yueyu) stepped on the tall building, lit the wick, and the glass lantern instantly bloomed with dazzling light.

"If I had known this, I wouldn't have taken her place. Who would have thought that she still had such a mission. ”

"However, can't this glass lamp be bright all the time?"

She thought so, and as she looked at the base of the glass lamp, she realized............