And she finally saw the body she was in.

It was a young girl, and her skin was white and glowing. Her satin-smooth hair obscured most of her countenance.

She curled up there, helpless.

Zhuohua approached her with a heart, but found that he could not touch her, but passed directly through the girl's body.

Suddenly, the girl's muffled sobs were heard in the silent air.

Zhuohua looked sideways, the girl buried her face in her knees, her hands around her legs, and her body trembled, very pitiful.

But Zhuohua could only sigh softly, helpless on the side.

"Don't be afraid."

The sound was so loud that it startled Zhuohua.

When she came back to her senses, she immediately glanced around, trying to find out who had just suddenly spoken.

However, she looked around and didn't notice anything.

"Don't be afraid."

The voice sounded again, low with a hint of hoarseness, but it was as shocking as a clear spring hitting a stone.

Zhuohua didn't know how he felt at this time, but felt sour in his heart.

The girl seemed to hear the voice, too, and the crying gradually stopped. However, her face was still buried in her knees, not moving.

"I'm afraid."

There was a thick fear in the girl's soft voice, and a thick nasal voice made her voice sound like a coquette.

"Good." The voice seemed to sigh, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Zhuohua didn't know why, her heart ached one by one, as if there were countless needles firmly stuck in her heart.

The reason why she was so uncomfortable was because of the voice that I don't know who it was.

"Zhuohua, Zhuohua."

"Zhuohua!"

Zhuohua opened his eyes suddenly.

Luo Yang's anxious look broke into her eyes like this.

"What's wrong with you, I just called you so many times and you didn't respond, scared me to death, I thought you wouldn't wake up."

Luo Yang patted his heart with palpitations, with a look of fear.

Zhuohua didn't react to Luo Yang's words, she just lay there in a daze, staring blankly at the sky with her eyes blank.

Those who cultivate the truth do not dream.

It is precisely because of this that Zhuohua's heart is even more dull.

Does this dream have anything to do with her?

Was this an early warning or something that had happened?

Who is that girl?

That boy, that voice......

She felt like her mind was a mess, like mush.

"Zhuohua, we seem to have arrived."

Luo Yang's words made Zhuohua draw his attention back.

Sure enough, it was already bright, and she didn't even notice it just now.

The mountains in the distance were covered in a layer of white mist, hazy. The light of the rising sun was a bit harsh, and through this layer of mist, the whole mountain was covered with a halo.

Zhuohua got up, rubbed his eyes with a little sparkle, and now at the bow of the boat, feeling the coolness of the wind blowing on his cheeks.

The boat swayed and docked on the shore and collided with the shallow stones, making a faint "thump" sound. Genius one second to remember 噺バ壹 Chinese m.x/8/1/z//o/m/

The man who was holding the boat stood there silently, without words. But there is a meaning all over the body, you should get off the ship.

Zhuohua brushed the corners of his clothes, respectfully saluted the boatman, and then got off the boat with Luo Yang.

The effect of the pill is excellent, and Luo Yang's ankle is already very good. There was no problem at all with walking or anything.

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