Sea of Stars.

This sea area is forever filled with a vast fog, and the mist scrapes the skin and bone marrow of people like wisps of knives, but all the monks who have cultivated to a low point have just stepped on this sea surface and are eroded by this strange fog and only white bones remain.

For thousands of years, no one had anything to do with the fog.

Even Nanyang could only descend a sealing array on the bottom of the sea, unable to dispel this ghostly mist.

At this moment, the Fifth Elder of Nanyang, Li Pingping, stood on the surface of the sea in the air, and a protective shield lit up around his body to isolate the fog.

She was dressed in a pale pink glass skirt, which looked even more hazy under the mist, like a fairy across the clouds.

She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and swept in one direction.

After a while, I saw a long figure standing on the sea, it was the head of Nanyang, Lu Qinglin.

"Senior brother." Li Pingping stopped in front of him, twisted his eyebrows, and couldn't suppress the uneasiness in his heart, "But what abnormality did you notice?" ”

Lu Qinglin pondered for a moment and shook his head solemnly.

It's because you can't notice anything abnormal that it makes people feel uneasy.

In the past, the sea of stars that was calm and calm had a moment of restlessness, what did that mean Lu Qinglin didn't dare to think about it.

How long have the peaceful days passed?

How many people have just escaped from the flames of war, and they have tried their best to earn a breather.

How many houses have not yet been rebuilt?

It's not easy to end the war that has lasted for many years, and the world needs time to recuperate.

Nanyang suffered the same heavy losses in this war, so he had to lower the standards of the primary election, and as long as there was a glimmer of opportunity, he was given the opportunity to participate in the trial.

Even if you fail to pass the trial, you can enter the Nanyang Outer Gate to practice.

Li Pingping lowered her eyes and looked at the calm sea area under her feet, her eyes showed a strong disgust that could not be dissolved, and she also carried a deep sense of helplessness: "Isn't there any way to strangle this demon once and for all?" ”

Of course she knows the answer to this question, that demon is endless, immortal and immortal, and lives with heaven and earth, and it is impossible to be killed.

It's just that I'm tired of this kind of life and complains casually.

Unexpectedly, the person in front of him, after a moment of silence, actually gave him an answer.

"Maybe there really is."

Li Pingping: ??

Lu Qinglin also wrinkled his eyebrows, his expression was not relaxed: "Recently, I accidentally found in an ancient book that in ancient times, the human race did kill a spirit demon. ”

"So there's a way? What's the solution? Li Pingping's eyelids jumped, and she could think of it with her toes, and this method would not be simple.

But it's always good to have a way.

She was like a drowning person seeing the last straw and eagerly wanted to grab it: "Senior brother? ”

There is no wind or waves in the sea of stars, and there is no sound.

It's like an eternal stagnant water, drowning all life.

Lu Qinglin didn't speak, and left directly.

Li Pingping in the fog sensed something, and finally glanced at the sea under his feet, sighed deeply, and disappeared into the fog.

Lights rise into the night sky, taking the place of the stars.

Xu Zhibai realized that there was no moon or stars in the night sky here. The night sky is like a huge blanket, covering the head, obscuring the light.

The light has little effect here, and you can't see your fingers where there is no light.

The darkness is thicker than anywhere else.

She looked sideways at the young man standing in front of her, bowing his head and lighting the lamp.

The facial features are perfect like finely carved statues, the side face lines are smooth, the skin is a sickly white caused by the perennial lack of light, and the lips are crimson like the first peach blossom in early spring.

When he lowered his eyelid, he could see a small carmine mole on the eyelid of his right eyelid, and when the curtain was lifted, the small mole was hidden in the fold of the eyelid.

"Alright."

After putting the last lamp, his shoulders loosened, as if he had unloaded some major courage, and the whole person was a lot more relaxed.

The emotions in his eyes that couldn't be dissolved also dispersed a little.

"You're going to be bored, I'm going to take you somewhere else?"

The sound was very clear, like the first rain in early autumn pouring on the young leaves of the bamboo forest, forcing out the wisps of sweet bamboo fragrance.

Xu Zhibai's ears felt a little itchy inexplicably, and she couldn't help but want to scratch it.

She followed him into the city with the lights behind her.

The place that was originally silent and silent, because of their proximity, gradually became lively and noisy, and various voices began to sound one after another, as if a picture scroll was slowly unfolding in front of them.

There are more and more people in the dark, the streets are bustling with people coming and going, and the roadside stalls and vendors shouting their wares.

There are wanderers who are in a hurry and don't know where to go, there are a few families who take their children out for a walk, and there are old people who move slowly with crutches.

The scenes seem to be the same as the human world, but they are actually completely different.

These "people" who come and go have a joyful smile on their faces, whether they are pedestrians or street vendors, they are all smiling, and they are even happier than the New Year's holiday.

No one showed the slightest bit of unhappiness.

Even the bargaining was carried out with a smile, the hawker refused with a smile when he disliked the price being too low, and the rejected people were not half annoyed, and were gently discussed.

It's like — they don't have any other expression than to laugh.

Xu Zhibai looked at it for a moment and felt that his back was a little cold.

What he said was really turning around, not saying a word, and walking straight forward, regardless of whether the people behind him followed.

Or rather, he didn't have to look back to know if the people behind him had followed.

Xu Zhibai is not a person who talks much, so the two of them walked strangely one after the other.

After a long, long turn, the sky never dawned, and the lights of the city were as bright as ever.

It seems that these people will always come and go.

She finally couldn't stand it anymore, rubbed the goosebumps on her arms, quickened her pace to catch up with the person in front of her, and tugged at his sleeve: "Wait-"

It was very lightly pulled, but the person in front of him suddenly stopped.

He turned his head, his eyes drooping and falling on the hand that was tugging at his sleeve, and the small mole in the corner of his eye loomed in the light.

Xu Zhibai's heart jumped, his fingers tightened unconsciously, and then unnaturally released and hid in his sleeve.

It's as if the hand can't see anyone.

The words were spared a few times in his mouth, and then he opened his mouth and changed.

"Can you take me to the Weaver Girl?"

She was originally queuing up to find the Weaver Girl, but she finally got in line, but she was taken to this inexplicable place and met someone who shouldn't be here.

If you want to say mutilation, her missing memory should also be considered a kind of mutilation.

She wants to ask the Weaver Girl to help her recover her memory.

Although she felt that she didn't care about the feeling of having nowhere to come and nowhere to go, it was always unpleasant not to know who she was.