The Dream Weaver wept silently.

It makes people feel sad to look at.

He didn't want to stay here for long, so he stepped forward to pick up the Dream Weaver and take it away, but was dodged by it.

Ji Zhuo raised his eyebrows, "You promised your master." ”

The Dream Weaver threw the teleportation talisman left by Zhang Hegui to her, and did not gnaw, only stubbornly looked at the lamp.

Ji Zhuo took the teleportation charm and looked at Yuhua with each other.

Yuhua looked at the Dream Weaver Beast, after all, he had promised the deceased, so he wanted to persuade him, but at this time he smelled a strong fragrance.

It is a dream incense, and a dream weaver beast is weaving dreams.

Ji Zhuo and Yu Hua were both a little puzzled.

The power of the Dream Weaver had no effect on her or him at this time, what was it doing like this?

The Dream Weaver didn't make a sound, and quietly walked up to the Tsing Yi Bai Bone left behind by Hegui, and carefully burrowed into her arms, as before.

It's just that there is no more temperature in this embrace.

No one will lift it and touch it.

"Let's go, Xiaomeng doesn't want to be obedient this time, anyway, the master didn't listen to Xiaomeng......"

The Dream Weaver's voice was still choked, and his tone seemed to be a little angry, as well as a sad stubbornness.

Ji Zhuo and Yuhua were silent for a moment.

The Dream Weaver Beast shrank in the Crane Gui's arms, slowly closing its eyes, the fragrance on its body became stronger and stronger, and its breathing was slow and weak.

It closed its eyes, but saw the crane returning.

The crane that has never fallen.

The crane who saved it from the mouth of the fierce beast when she was young, the crane who took her sword to pick up the hundred sects, the crane who helped the needy, and the high-spirited crane return......

There is also a crane that you can hold in your arms.

Smile and return gently.

The crane returns safely.

Seeing this, Ji Zhi suddenly remembered Hegui's words.

"There are many people in the world who are addicted to dreams and can't extricate themselves, they are all willing to sink, how can outsiders wake up people who don't want to wake up?"

It turns out that it's not just people.

The same is true of Dream Weavers.

It traps itself in a beautiful dream, and lives forever and ever while the crane is still there, unwilling to wake up until it dies.

"It's its choice."

Yuhua was silent for a moment and slowly spoke.

Ji Zhuo nodded silently, grabbed him, lit the teleportation charm, and the sky swirled, and the two disappeared in place.

In the humble Cloud Desolation Secret Realm.

The fragrance lingers and lasts for a long time.

...

The teleportation charm teleported the two to the entrance of the Cloud Desolation Secret Realm.

Yuhua recruited the white crane again.

The white crane was obviously reluctant, and flew grinding and chirping, and the reason for his reluctance was, of course, Zhuo.

As soon as it saw her, it felt like it was going to be bald.

It doesn't want to be a vulture.

As soon as Ji Zhuo saw it, he thought of "air combat".

I want to learn from the past.

I don't know if Yuhua is the same as her, this person is "sanctimonious" and can pretend to be thick-skinned, but I really can't see it.

While waiting for the white crane to fly over and take over, Ji Zhuo and Yuhua chatted about business.

It's really a serious matter.

"Mengze's spiritual power is exhausted, I think it is because the cultivation group is too prosperous, and it has plundered too much heaven and earth spiritual energy, and it will decline."

Yuhua said, looking at the white crane that was flapping his wings in the distance, as if he was working hard, but in fact, he was stepping in the air.

The corner of his eye twitched.

To be honest, some of him wanted to stew it.

Cowardly, the crane is lost.

"If a crane returns, the life of a hundred miles within a radius has come over, and if you kill a few more batches of cultivators, won't Mengze's spiritual power be there?"

Ji Zhuo said very demonically.

The tone is relaxed, but the words are bloody.

The strange thing is that Yuhua, as an immortal monarch, didn't feel anything wrong, except for suppressing the cultivator group, he really couldn't think of any way.

"I once didn't understand why the immortals and demons were hostile, but now I can figure it out, it was just for a 'balance'."

Self-depletion, maintaining continental balance.

"So, not only should we not stop the Immortal Demon War, but we also have to add fuel to the fire?"

Ji Zhuo suddenly felt funny, he had tossed in vain before, and he knew that this was the case, so it was better to let the demon and the immortals have a good time.

Yuhua nodded helplessly.

He used a spiritual power to pull the white crane over like a kite.

The white crane feels that it has no human rights, even if it does not want to be "ridden", it still has to be "ridden"!

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"Little flower, do you remember what happened in the illusion?"

After getting on the crane's back, Ji Zhuo leaned lazily on him, playing with a strand of hair that fell on his chest, and suddenly asked.

She was a little curious about whether Ji Hua and his slice of memory were interconnected.

Yuhua thought for a moment, "It's a bit messy. ”

He sorted out the memories in his mind, some were clear and some were messy, it was really a headache, as if there was a period of time, he was in a trance, but there was a sentence that was very clear.

"I remember that His Majesty promised me one thing."

Yuhua looked at her with slightly lowered eyes, and the bright sky light fell on his eyebrows, softening the coldness of his eyebrows, and becoming more timeless and gentle.

"Oh?"

Ji Zhuo looked at the green silk wrapped around his fingertips.

"Your Majesty promised me that I would be the god alone."

His voice like a mountain spring fell on her ears, and his slow and gentle tone was exciting and quiet.

"You also promise me to accompany me on that path."

Ji Zhuo smiled, her voice a little lazy.

Yuhua stretched out, held her green silk entanglement, and slowly inserted her fingers. into her fingers, ten fingers interlocked.

"Unswerving, never regretted."

His voice is as gentle as a spring breeze, and he has lost time.

Yuhua hugged her, the breeze was blowing, the blue sky was white clouds, the vision was vast and quiet, and the heart was also quiet.

The years are quiet, and nothing more than that.

But Ji Zhuo didn't want to be quiet at all.

She thinks it's better to "combine movement and static".

So, she skillfully blocked the white crane, and then overwhelmed the person, and after Yuhua was stunned, she looked like "Ren Jun Caijie".

It's really, really really undergoing "cuteness".

It seems that the problem of "fear of heights" has been cured.

At this time, Tianxiu, who was desperate, came to play with a sense of existence, it cleared its throat and prepared to sing a song in response to the occasion.

"Blue sky and white clouds, clear sky, suddenly" air battle "~ "

“……”

The scorching temples jumped suddenly, and an eye knife was thrown over with a ball of demonic energy, hitting the melon seeds in it.

It's a damn magic sound.

If she is a man, I'm afraid she will wilt!

"Ahh

Tianxiu sprinkled a melon seed.

So he jumped into the air and chased the melon seeds with a scream.

I haven't come up again after chasing for a long time.,It's estimated that I don't have the courage to do this.,The desire to survive after the skin is very strong.。

Although the desire to survive is strong.

But it still doesn't forget to die all the time.

"Melon seeds are knocked out, and happiness is made."

Tianxiu looked up at the huge white crane in the sky, floating in the shadow of the white crane unhurriedly, saying his wise words, and then added a sentence in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Happiness is a ...... made"

It's just that this is not a blessing.

Yuhua Xianjun, who was being fortunate by His Majesty the Demon Emperor, felt that she suddenly stopped moving, and the corners of her eyes blurred a little moving crimson, as if there were peach blossoms blooming.

He thought she was teasing him again, and there seemed to be a sparkle in his eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse due to forbearance.

"Your Majesty, hurry up and ......"

“……”

Hello owes "moe".

Feeling offended, he quickly arranged for him to receive high-frequency radiation from the sun.

Blue sky and white clouds, clear sky.

You're crying so much that it's raining.

No one cares about you.

Only to intensify it with ferventness.

...