The broken arrow body turned into golden shards and dissipated, and with it, the cold white snow on the top of the mountain was scattered.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth change, the stars shift, the towering peaks turn into flat lakes, the winding paths turn into winding streams, the vegetation grows vigorously, wild animals chase and play, and everything is full of life.

A butterfly with colorful wings landed on top of Nan Xian's head, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Looking up, the butterfly was alarmed, flapping its wings and flying away, her eyes subconsciously followed it, and then her eyes slowly widened.

She was stunned to find herself lying in the middle of the lake in a huge flower, its tender pink petals stretched softly, and the stamens were so densely packed together that it enveloped her like a large bed, and it exuded an elegant fragrance.

On closer inspection, this flower actually resembles the guide flower at the entrance of the cave before, but it is an infinitely larger version.

Nan Xian stood up cautiously, the flower was unexpectedly stable and did not shake a little.

She looked left and right, but she couldn't find a way to go ashore, and she couldn't help but be a little worried.

But at this moment, a flower suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and a strangely shaped leaf appeared in front of her, as long as her arm, wide and flat at one end, and slender and round at the other, which looked very much like an oar, regardless of color and material.

She picked it up and paddled tentatively into the water, the flower, which had been steady, was easily pushed and slowly moved towards the shore.

Nan Xian looked at the "oar" in her hand, and then looked at the suddenly changing scene in front of her, and suddenly blessed her heart-

Could it be that at this moment, I have come to the dream realm again?

Thinking to herself, "Faster," she slid the paddle of the leaves with both hands, and sure enough, the flowers moved a little faster.

After confirming her conjecture, she suddenly had the confidence to play on the lake with confidence and boldness, and did not go ashore until she was tired of it.

The vegetation on the shore was so dense that there was little place to stay, but no sooner had the idea come to her than the vegetation had moved away and made a path in front of her.

Nan Xian walked along the path into the woods, and during this time, small fruit trees continued to reach out to her, and branches full of fruits, red cherries, yellow kumquats, green dates, and vines woven a wreath full of small flowers and placed them on top of her head.

"Thank you, thank you, enough enough, keep some for yourselves!" She held the flowers in her left hand and the heavy basket of flowers in her right hand, and said helplessly to the vines who were still stuffing things into her arms, "I really can't take it!" ”

Hearing her say this, they stopped and slowly shrank back.

Nan Xian continued to walk forward.

As she walked, she began to notice something strange.

For some reason, walking on this path, she always had a sense of déjà vu, as if she had walked it countless times.

This strange feeling suddenly dawned on her when she saw the small cabin at the end of the path.

Everything here, the lakes, the flowers, the plants, the paths, she had dreamed of—

In that dream about her past life, "she" built the first home for herself when she was transformed from a red fox into a human.

It's this chalet.

At the moment, it stands quietly, the roof covered with creepers greets the sun, the doorstep holds a few fallen leaves, and the handrails are flanked by pink guide flowers.

It is waiting for its owner.