Mu Qingyao's childhood was boring and boring.

It's either reading books, or practicing the exercises, repeating the same thing every day.

Occasionally, when I go out, I return in a hurry.

She doesn't like crowded places, has no friends and playmates, has been very wary of outsiders since she was a child, and is very alienated from her father.

Such a living environment has created Mu Qingyao's indifferent character and rejects people thousands of miles away.

Yun Que saw the miserable appearance of Mu Qingyao's sudden illness when she was five years old.

The little girl, curled up in the corner and shivering, her eyes were completely different from usual, full of resentment, as if she was resenting everything in the world.

Mu Qingyao's onset, without any warning, began suddenly.

Mu Qingzhou visited famous doctors, but it was useless, and he saw his daughter weakening day by day, until she was dying.

Mu Qingyao was finally taken to Yanmen Town, Hou Mansion.

Mu Qingzhou pinned his last hope on Yun Changji.

This day was also the first time that Yun Que and Mu Qingyao met.

When Mu Qingyao was lying weakly in the side room of the Hou Mansion, a gray-faced young man came out of nowhere, still carrying a dead rabbit in his hand.

Yun Que saw his childhood self.

He also saw how deep this memory was in Mu Qingyao's heart, and it was buried very deeply.

In the dream, Yun Que could even understand Mu Qingyao's mood.

The dying little girl has no fear of death, but a sense of relief and expectation.

She finally had her first friend.

Yun Que gradually smiled.

The smile was a little bitter.

Li Xianyun gradually frowned.

This dream, by now, is becoming more and more bizarre and weird.

The strange power from Mu Qingyao's body made Li Xianyun feel a faint fear, and he actually felt the existence of danger.

Li Xianyun took another step.

The picture in front of Yun Que changed to the day Mu Qingyao was born.

Mu Qingyao's mother grabbed Mu Qingzhou's hand like crazy, and kept shouting something.

"Flower of the Immortal......

Yun Que didn't need to look much to imagine the inexplicable and strange words shouted by Mu Qingyao's mother.

But what exactly is the flower of the world, it is not known until now.

He only knew that the immortal flower must be related to the strange flower in Mu Qingyao's left eye.

Li Xianyun was silent and took one last step.

At this step, he hesitated a little, hesitated a little, and finally landed after a while.

As his footsteps landed, a bright starry sky appeared in front of Yun Que's eyes.

Under the starry sky, there is a sea of flowers!

Countless bright flowers bloom on the earth, giving people a sense of shock.

In addition to the shock, there is also a suffocating and depressing treachery!

Not only is the earth full of flowers, but even the ground is underground, and the ground is like a layer of mirrors, reflecting hundreds of millions of strange flowers in full bloom.

The starry sky and the sea of flowers should be charming and romantic.

But Yun Que felt that endless resentment came from those flowers!

The heart of every flower is a twisted and hideous face!

The swaying sea of flowers is like a long river of dead silence, but all the creatures who fall into it will be drowned by resentment.

This strange picture represents Mu Qingyao's past life.

As soon as he came here, Li Xianyun's expression suddenly changed, and he became surprised and stunned.

"Nightmare ......"

Li Xianyun immediately took a step back, grabbed Yun Que beside him, and at the same time cut off the method of acting dreams and got out of here.

Accidents happen.

Yun Que didn't move!

Li Xianyun pulled it into the air, and his figure gradually disappeared in shock.

In the sea of flowers, only Yun Que was left, standing indifferently.

Teng Yunfeng, in front of the bamboo house.

The snoring stopped abruptly.

Li Xianyun's eyes, which he hadn't opened for many years, suddenly opened at this moment!

There was a mysterious ripple circulating in his eyes, constantly spinning, and when he looked closely, it looked like a spiral that never stopped.

Li Xianyun glanced at Mu Qingyao first, and then his gaze fell on Yun Que beside him, his eyes were puzzled, and he was silent.

Seeing that Uncle Shi woke up, Yun Que closed his eyes and remained motionless, and Xue Ziyi and everyone gathered around in surprise.

"Senior Uncle, what's wrong with him, junior brother? Why haven't you woken up yet?" Xue Ziyi asked the doubts in everyone's hearts.

"He's in a nightmare, and unless he wakes up on his own, he'll sleep forever."

Li Xianyun's voice was low, he frowned at Mu Qingyao, and whispered, "What is the power in this girl's body, it is really terrifying that it can transform into a nightmare on its own......

Li Xianyun originally planned to take Yun Que to borrow the method of acting dreams to spy on Mu Qingyao's past life, so as to find the source of that mysterious power.

Unexpectedly, there was an accident and a terrifying nightmare, even Li Xianyun couldn't resist it, so he could only retreat.

But Yun Que stayed in the nightmare, and may never wake up.

It's not that Li Xianyun doesn't have the ability to take Yun Que away.

Instead, Yun Que broke free from the dream acting method by himself, broke away from Li Xianyun's control, and stayed alone in Mu Qingyao's dream.

Hearing the news, Xue Ziyi and the others were shocked and worried about Qi Yunque's situation.

Everything that involves the soul is extremely dangerous.

In the dream of others, they also use the power of the divine soul, and the current situation is equivalent to Yun Quan's divine soul being trapped in Mu Qingyao's memory, and outsiders are powerless.

Flower World.

Yun Que stood among the flowers with cold eyes.

He insisted on staying, not carelessly, nor negligently, but deliberately.

Yun Que had a strong premonition at this time.

If he leaves with Li Xianyun, he will never know the truth about Mu Qingyao's background.

That immortal flower was like a thorn in Yun Que's heart.

He wants to find out the truth about the Flower of the Immortal!

One step out, Yun Que walked into the sea of flowers and walked in one direction.

He could feel a strong resentment at the end of the road.

As Yun Que walked, the sea of flowers seemed to come to life, constantly exuding a strange aura.

This breath carries endless resentment, which makes people's heads split, almost crazy.

Yun Que is always walking.

With the footsteps, the eyes were slowly covered with black light, and the white clothes gradually turned into black robes!

The power of a person's divine soul is limited.

Even a strong person like Li Xianyun didn't dare to easily set foot in this sea of flowers that was so weird that it could devour the soul of the gods.

But Yun Que is not afraid.

His soul was filled with the power of death.

Dressed in a black robe, he walked all the way through the sea of flowers, and the strange aura on his body was bounced away by the aura of death.

Yun Que walked farther and farther until he reached the end of the sea of flowers.

He saw the petals, which were suspended in mid-air.

It wasn't a single flower, but a giant wreath of countless petals!

The stars in the sky and the sea of flowers everywhere are just the reflection of this garland!

The wreath is like a single eye, indifferent to everything in the world.

The moment he saw the garland, a terrifying aura hit him, and Yun Que's long hair was blown up, swaying wildly like fallen leaves in the wind.

This breath seems to be able to destroy together, with endless resentment, like an ancient soul that slept thousands of years ago, surging with the power of destruction.

Yun Que felt a tingling sensation hit him, but the next moment, another figure overlapped him.

A face like a knife and an axe, a broken hunt.

Empty death, walking with Yun Que.

The terrifying aura brought by the garland disappeared, Yun Que returned to normal, and his eyes were filled with surprise.

"Uncle Dead, what is that?

Why?" Yun Que asked in surprise.

"One of the holy artifacts, the wreath of heavenly resentment." There was a hint of mood swings in the whispers of empty death.