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I don't know how long I've been running, I don't know if I'm walking, running, or climbing, Wei Qing can't see the road ahead clearly, and her consciousness is getting more and more blurred......

"Sister Youluan......"

"Who's talking?"

"Sister Youluan......"

"Who are you?

Wei Qing opened her eyes, and a large area of bewitching red broke into her eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Red clouds bloomed around her, Wei Qing recognized, it was Manzhu Shahua, the flower of death, according to legend, it only bloomed by the Santu River, on the other side of the Lethe River. She looked up, and sure enough, under the gray sky, it was full of Manzhu Sahua's gorgeous demon red, and in the middle of the whole demon red, a long black river split across, that is, the legendary Santu River.

A breeze blew, and the red clouds swayed, making a gentle "rustling" sound, and even the Santu River, which was flowing quietly in the distance, rippled in circles.

The picture in front of her was something Wei Qing had never seen before, it was suffocatingly beautiful and desperately beautiful.

She looked down and saw that she was wearing a white robe with a corset at the waist. Wei Qing grabbed the wide cuffs and looked at them carefully, which were still embroidered with green bamboo dark lines. She frowned, when did she change her clothes? She subconsciously touched her shoulder, it didn't hurt at all, even the wound was strangely gone!

What's going on? How did she get here? She's dead?

"Sister Youluan?" a childish voice came from Wei Qing's side.

Wei Qing looked down, and at some point, a little girl of five or six years old was standing beside her. This little girl has two sky-high pigtails on her head, and a red belly pocket on her white and tender body, which looks like she came out of a New Year's painting.

She was looking at Wei Qing crampedly at the moment, tilting her head, and wondering, "Sister Youluan?"

Wei Qing was shocked, she had heard the name Youluan countless times, Li Che called her this way when he first met her, Long Zheng had also called this name before he fell into a coma, and now, the little girl in front of her was even more sure that she was Youluan.

However, for Wei Qing, who has no memories of the past, Youluan is a complete stranger.

Seeing that Wei Qing was silent, the little girl kicked on her two little short legs, ran over, hugged Wei Qing's thighs, her eyes were full of tears, and she asked sadly: "Sister Youluan, I am Sansheng, don't you remember me?"

Wei Qing thought for a moment, shook his head, and asked, "Sansheng?"

The little girl stomped her feet anxiously, pointed to a huge stone not far away, and said, "That's my real body, sister, don't you remember? ”

Wei Qing walked lightly to the side of the boulder, the boulder looked very strange, but the whole stone was naturally divided into three sections, and there were dense small characters engraved on it, like the names of countless people.

Santu River, Manju Sawa, Lethe River...... Could it be that this stone is a three-life stone?

"Sister, I'm Sanshengshi. Tens of thousands of years ago, after your ancestor Nuwa God mended the sky, he left two spirit stones, one is the Nuwa stone on your wrist, and the other is me. The great god Nuwa put the Nuwa stone on his body and ordered me to transform into the three marriages of the past life, this life, and the next life, and to take charge of the reincarnation of the three marriages in the human world. Sister, don't you remember? Five hundred years ago, you came here and carved words on it. ”

Wei Qing shook her head blankly, and instead, her heart trembled, and she hurriedly raised her head and looked at the stone carefully. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she had only one thought in her heart at the moment, and there were a few words on it, very important, very important.

Long Zheng Youluan.

Long Zheng Youluan.

Long Zheng Youluan.

The names of the two men are engraved three times on each of the three stones. Wei Qing stretched out her hand and gently stroked the names of the two people, and the memories that had been sealed for two hundred years rushed out like a flood that opened the floodgates......

"Xiaoluan, as the remnant of Nuwa, you inherited the will of the great god of Nuwa, and you actually made a wish on the Sansheng Stone like a mortal?" a low, familiar voice, with a slight teasing, sounded in her ears.

She carefully carved the names of the two people three times, folded her hands, faced the Sansheng Stone, bowed reverently, turned her head to the man in Tsing Yi next to her and said, "You don't understand this." The Sansheng Stone is left with the divine power of the great god Nuwa, and it is very spiritual. When I was a child, I saw many lovers who left their names on them and still became husband and wife in the next life. I believe that the great god Nuwa will bless us too!"

The man in Tsing Yi standing on the side smiled dotingly and shook his head.

And she walked up to him, took his arm, and said coquettishly: "Ah Zheng, I know you don't believe it, but you also go to worship, just pray for the god Nuwa to bless us, okay?"

Long Zheng looked at Youluan with an expectant expression, and the tenderness in his heart flowed through his body like flowing water, and he naturally stepped forward to worship the Sansheng Stone by the Santu River.