After a long time, the bonfire was almost burned out, and Wu Yanyan gradually stopped crying, and let go of the hand holding He Anshuo's thigh a little embarrassed, and found that there seemed to be some light around the originally dim surroundings.

As far as I could see, the fireflies were floating out of the low treetops and the tall grass in batches, slowly gathering in one place.

Are they flower spirits, some flickering fluorescent light slowly drifted past Wu Yanyan's side, and she could almost easily grasp them with her hand, she stretched out her hand curiously, but was suddenly dodged by those light fireflies.

Wu Dumping has never seen fireflies, even in Qianshan, it is rare. He Anshuo once described it to her, he said that it was as beautiful and pure as a flower spirit, but it could always appear in the tens of millions...... She finally saw it today, and it really deserved its name...... She stood up with some excitement, she must catch one today!

And He Anshuo was also completely stunned by such a large number of fireflies in front of him, not to mention tens of thousands, so many fireflies. He is really unheard of and unseen.

Gradually, when the fireflies no longer appeared and gathered, the fireflies that had been flying together suddenly began to jump regularly, and the fireflies around He Anshuo began to gather more and more, circling and flying around him.

Wu Dump Yan's rhythmless grasp of the practice, in addition to the fireflies flying up and down in shock, did not have any effect, but made herself exhausted, she squatted on the ground angrily, looked at a larger one, used internal force to jump high lightly, and stretched out her hand confidently, but the firefly's reaction was also surprisingly fast, and it was able to avoid the moment of Dancing Dumping.

"It's just a little bit worse. When she was a little reluctant to try again after the smoke fell to the ground, she was surprised to find that those fireflies dancing in the wind seemed to be showing something like them, they were obviously light like catkins, but they could dance up and down so quickly, left and right, it was simply amazing!

"Brother, look" Wu Tianyan stared at this fantastic scene, pointing at the fireflies and excitedly calling to He Anshuo behind him.

He Anshuo was still surrounded by a glowing fire around him, and when he heard the shouts of dancing smoke, he raised his eyes suspiciously, what are these fireflies showing them?

Originally, it was still a prosperous scene of thousands of people bowing and worshipping hundreds of officials, but in an instant, it became a grand scene of the new king leading the people to fight the flood, and then it was ......

The two teenagers had already been completely impressed by this incomparable fantasy sight of beauty, and they watched intently, unable to speak......

In the following hour, He Anshuo and Wu Tianyan stared closely at the grand picture composed of infinitely changing fireflies, the fireflies of light and dark and the stars in the sky contrasted with each other, and the brilliant galaxy seemed to be showing the rotation of numerology.

This story is probably the life legend of a virtuous new king who overthrew the corrupt tyranny, changed the dynasty, and was reincarnated as a sixth. And every time he experiences a change in his life, there will be more fireflies around He Anshuo, and in the end, the originally faint fluorescent light will almost encircle He Anshuo's whole body.

The whole must be missing, and the extreme must be reversed.

However, the fireflies suddenly stopped their orderly arrangement and began to be a little chaotic, and the confusion was intensifying.

The fireflies that had been quietly haunting He Anshuo also let out a cry as if frightened, joined the chaotic scene, and began to crash wildly in it.

He Anshuo looked at the frightened fireflies with some uneasiness. It seems that there is a bad premonition.

And although the picture has begun to become unclear, it can still be vaguely seen that the king seems to have lost the virtue of his previous life, and has begun to become tyrannical and unbridled, and even began to wage war against the surrounding countries, resulting in mourning and misery for the people.

Suddenly, the light emitted by all the fireflies was flourishing, and the clearing was as bright as day, and the picture seemed to have turned into a battle song of blood and fire, a song of death.

Eventually, one by one, these fireflies dimmed, fell, and perished. The picture faded away.

Until the fluorescence of the last firefly is extinguished, everything is calm. He Anshuo frowned, as if he hadn't come to his senses, and the sobbing that Wu Tianyan had started at some point turned into crying again, I don't know if she was sad about the firefly that eventually disappeared, or sad about this tragic story.

He Anshuo was also a little moved, but he could also clearly feel that the gaps in those memories in his brain were getting bigger and bigger, and those memories that seemed to be sealed could come out at any time. And he, both scared and curious.

This king is obviously far away from this world, but He Anshuo seems to have a memory about him, but he doesn't know where to remember it at all.

Like the little girl's seal, that familiar feeling seemed to be getting closer.

He Anshuo, who had a splitting headache, had no choice but to shift his thinking, hey~ Where did Luo Xinzhi go. What would it be like for her to see it, would she laugh?

He Anshuo just thought of Luo Xinzhi's smile. A "It's been a long time...... came from the deepest part of the forest, and the tone was not questioning, as if they had already known their identities thoughtfully.

"Who?" Although He Anshuo has been following Luo Xinzhi, it is impossible to get used to him according to Luo Xinzhi's temper, and along the way, his alertness is getting higher and higher, and as soon as there is a movement, his right hand has already held the Qingluo Sword behind his backhand.

What Luo Xinzhi did was not just to purely seal his internal force, she was to let him learn to leave the reliance on internal force and specialize in swordsmanship.

Therefore, after experiencing the painful and powerless process at the beginning, although it is not yet reborn, it is also a small success, especially after Luo Xinzhi taught him the seven-step footwork of dipping flowers, his progress is even faster than God.

The figure that gradually emerged from the forest was a young woman dressed in plain white, although it was not as powerful as she imagined, but she did float out...... On her quiet and serene face, the imprint of the flame in the center of her eyebrows was particularly conspicuous, was she a flower demon? But no matter how she looked at it, she only looked like a lonely soul. In this deep forest, it is not surprising that there are some spirits who have cultivated into human form, but they don't know how to do it......

He Anshuo looked at the approaching woman, and nervously clenched Qingluo, is she a human or a ghost?