"Xiao Jiu, Xiao Jiu, wake up" Who is it, who is calling me? Feng Jiuqing wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy. Wait, didn't she die with Yuwenyan? Why could she still hear people calling her?

I was startled and opened my eyes suddenly. Feng Jiuqing stood up slowly, looking at the white expanse around her in confusion, strange, no one!

At this time, the voice sounded again, "Xiao Jiu", the voice was full of doting, but it was so distressed and helpless, and the kind and kind voice couldn't help but make people close.

Feng Jiuqing's eyes lit up, and she narrowed her beautiful eyes dangerously. As a killer's alertness, she didn't feel that there was anyone else here besides her.

"Please come forward, don't pretend to be a ghost!" There was a bit of coldness in the words, damn it, I couldn't even detect where the sound source was!

There was an inaudible sigh in the air, and then, Feng Jiuqing only felt that a white light flashed in front of him, and a middle-aged man appeared in mid-air, in his thirties, with a sharp but resolute face, a nose as straight as a Greek sculpture, thin angular lips, thick black eyebrows, long black hair like satin tied behind his head, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

Feng Jiuqing was a little distracted, it was the first time she had seen such a good-looking person, and Yu Wenyan was slightly inferior to him; What's even more strange is that she feels that the man in front of her is so familiar. But she was still confident in her ability to remember, and she was sure that she had not seen this person, and she had some doubts in her heart.

Lou Xiu looked at Feng Jiuqing, a little distressed, and slowly spoke under her gaze: "Xiao Jiu, you should go back." Feng Jiuqing didn't expect him to say a very strange question, go back?

"It's time for your soul to return, child, go back, you are still needed there." What is he saying? What does it take her? Where the hell are you going back? Wait, he just said that the soul returns, what does he mean?

Feng Jiuqing looked at Lou Xiu, and the words she wanted to ask changed when she came to her mouth, "Who are you?" ”

Lou Xiu smiled slightly, this smile dazzled Feng Jiuqing's eyes, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart, it was really a blue face, if anyone married him, he would have to cut peach blossoms every day. Lou Xiu didn't answer her. "Child, go ahead, he is waiting for you there, girl, don't let him wait for the next reincarnation!" Lou Xiu's figure slowly became yin, and his voice became ethereal.

Feng Jiuqing chased forward, I don't know why, she didn't want him to disappear, "Who the hell are you?" Who the hell is it? Gradually, Feng Jiuqing stopped, her eyes went dark, and she fell into darkness......

The Ethereal Mountain Villa of Tianchen Continent

A red light flashed in the sky and landed in a small courtyard, unnoticed.

At this time, the person lying on the bed in the room opened his eyes. Feng Jiuqing opened her eyes, trying to adapt to the dazzling light, and looked around.

The hollow carved windows of red sandalwood are covered with thin paper, the fresh and elegant Luo tent is covered in the wooden bed, the flickering candle flame emits a faint light, and a pot of blooming roses is placed on the desk in the distance. Candle? So saving? Don't even want to turn on the lights? It's already autumn in the shade, why are there still roses?

Something is wrong, I always feel that something is wrong. Feng Jiuqing looked around and carefully looked at the furnishings in the room, the red sandalwood table of the Eight Immortals, the four-legged stool, the layers of gauze curtains, and next to the pot of roses, there was a guqin.

Suddenly, my head hurts, and memories flood back......