"-Whoosh!"

Yun Yin only felt that there was a foreign object trembling behind him, but when he turned around, he didn't notice anything.

He looked at the sand under his feet, so delicate that it seemed to have been washed away by countless waves, and it was blown by such a slightly hot wind, like rippling waves.

A little flip, it's really like it's on the surface of the sea.

If the wind is a little more wild, like Fang Cai's sand and mist, it will be a little like his cloud and water temple......

Wait a minute

Something seems wrong.

Yun Yin looked up in amazement and found that Qing Wei had already ridden the yellow tiger to find the water source, her skin was pale and a little sallow, and her lips were dry and molting, almost no different from a dehydrated mortal.

He knew how excited she was, but—

The ripples that rippled beneath her in circles......

Ripples?

If the wind blows the fine sand and gravel, at most it will be like waves, where it will flip, let alone ripple in a circle, this is simply impossible!

He suddenly remembered the "whoosh" sound just now, it was very familiar, almost a sound he could hear every day.

"-Oh no!"

Yun Yin looked at Qing Wei again, but where could he see Qing Wei's shadow in front of him.

The vast desert seems to be looking at a huge mouth, curling its lips and tongue waiting for people to be sent into a cage and devoured in one bite!

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Since Wan Huajun said that Qing Wei was still alive, Feng Jiu was uneasy that night, for fear that Qing Wei would make a mistake, but he couldn't do anything. After finally falling asleep, I had a long dream.

It doesn't count if it's long, but the dream is too similar to reality, making it difficult for him to distinguish the real from the fake, just like looking at flowers in the fog and looking at the moon in the water.

He dreamed of a place that was buried deep in his heart and could not be excavated......

It seemed to be a cloudy and dark day. The yellow sycamore leaves shook in the wind, making a whimpering sound.

The humidity in the air seems to announce the coming of the storm.

Such a sky is no different in the ordinary days of Xiantong Forest.

The only difference is that somewhere in the fairy forest, there is no red of flamboyant and wild dance, and some, just a piece of plain silk.

The pebble-shaped rain stones and granite are paved on the path, shining under the rays of raindrops, like a sad mirror washed by clear water, simple and unpretentious.

That was the only color in the Fengling Palace.

This inconspicuous small hall is very special in the main hall in the fairy forest, because it is deserted.

And today, it's even more deserted.

The streets of Xiantong Forest are full of people coming and going, and there are halls of Qionglou and jade horns everywhere, and the gems are inlaid with pearls and emeralds, but this building with black wood and ebony paint is not cared for. Even those little fairies walking on the street deliberately avoided it.

So cautious, so taboo.

The little man stood on the side of the road, quietly watching the wind blow the silk on the plane tree, and the white silk was tied to the withered branches and flew with the wind, like a white butterfly with wings ready to fly.

He just stood on the side of the road, smiling lightly with half-squinted phoenix eyes, and turned a deaf ear to the whispered comments of passers-by.

What hangs on his face is the maturity and stability that does not belong to his age.

- The woman, she's dead.

"Mother, the little golden bell hanging under the eaves over there is so cute." A girl pinched her fingers and looked in the direction of Fengling Palace with a smile.

And her mother's face changed in a blink of an eye, her face turned pale, and she hurriedly pushed the girl: "It's so cute, don't look at it!" Let's go, let's go! ”