"Well, it hurts."

Ning Ning held her stinging head, sat up weakly, her blurred vision gradually became clear, and a sea of flowers like a fairyland came into view.

The head is messed up into a pot of porridge, and for a while, I can't figure out the current situation.

She sat in a daze.

Suddenly, the memory of the wreckage came flooding back, she subconsciously reached out to block it, the gentle light shone on her eyes, she was like a frightened bird, carefully lowering her arm.

Seeing that the whiteness of the blood-stained clothes was still white, she stroked the intact skin under the broken clothes, and glanced around with a puzzled gaze.

Some of the flowers are extraordinarily full, and some are bent down heavily, as if they are carrying a weight that life cannot bear.

She moved over lightly, poked in, and just met the flower spirit in the flower, and when she was stunned, the flower spirit was so frightened that she wrapped the petals tightly, and the blooming flower seemed to be a budding flower bone.

Seeing Hua Ling's timid appearance, there was a smile on the corners of her eyebrows and eyes, and she moved out slowly, "I'm sorry, I scared you." ”

In the next second, the flower bones bloomed quietly.

Holding a cup wrapped in leaves, the flower spirit slowly approached, tentatively put it into her outstretched palm, and suddenly hid it in the flower, climbing the delicate petals, and watching her closely.

Seeing that she didn't move, Hua Ling stood up boldly and made a gesture to drink water.

Ning Ning drank the crystal clear "water" in the cup, the sweet nectar slid down the esophagus into the stomach, and a warm spiritual power swam through the internal organs, and she was so comfortable that she "hummed".

Thinking about what was going on, she smiled softly at the flower spirit in the flower, "You guys helped heal the wounds?" Seeing Hua Ling poking out her head, the gentle light on her body was dyed with a thin layer of red, she said with shallow eyebrows: "Thank you." ”

The flower spirit shyly wrapped the petals tightly, and her half-exposed eyes were firmly glued to Ning Ning's body.

"Sister Zhong?" Yu Guang swept over Zhong Luo on the side, Ning Ning stepped forward worriedly, and half-dragged and half-hugged Zhong Luo into the bamboo house.

On the clean and tidy bed, there is a layer of tiger fur felt, which is soft and warm when you look at it, and Zhong Luo's hair lying on it is scattered, and she has more and more weak beauty.

Ning Ning held the nectar in the cup, which was placed in front of the door with great excitement, and the rich fragrance of flowers could be smelled from afar, and there was an indescribable smell.

She half-hugged Zhong Luo, fed Zhong Luo into Zhong Luo's mouth one by one, wiped off the nectar that flowed into the placket, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

I don't know what kind of place this is, I don't know how to get out, and I don't know what the situation is with Shaojiu?

"Ahem."

Zhong Luo woke up faintly, her dull eyes turned, she closed her eyes bitterly, and asked softly in her ears: "Sister Zhong, but what's uncomfortable?" ”

"You, what's the matter?" Zhong Luo clenched Ning Ning's wrist and asked anxiously, she couldn't forget the burning heat of the blood dripping on her face, she couldn't forget the painful cry in her ears, and she couldn't forget it.........

Ning Ning held Zhong Luo's hand groping on her face, shook her head, and saw that she still couldn't see, so she hurriedly said, "Sister Zhong, I'm fine, it's just ........."

It's just that?

Zhong Luo said gently: "But it doesn't hurt to say it. ”

"When my sister didn't wake up, I used my divine sense to investigate, and ten miles away was a white mist, which my divine sense could not penetrate." Ning Ning pouted dejectedly, "If I cultivate a little more diligently, I may be able to find out this place." ”

White fog?

Zhong Luo's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't wait to ask: "Is there a sea of flowers and a bamboo house?" ”

"Outside the house is a sea of flowers, and we are in a bamboo house." Ning Ning smelled the smell of "melon", blinked, and said sideways: "Sister Zhong, do you know here?" ”

"This is the world opened up by the Divine Monarch of Silence for the little flower spirit under the throne of Xuanwu Ten Thousand Years ago, with abundant spiritual energy, which is the most suitable for the growth of flowers and grass elves."

Zhong Luo seemed to be caught in a memory, with a touch of unbreakable sorrow on her delicate face.

"Ten thousand years ago, for some reason, the god of Xuan Wei became the public enemy of the Three Realms, and the Divine Monarch of Silence delayed the time to return to the god realm because of the little flower essence, which caused the god of Xuan Wu to be isolated and helpless, and ended up with the dissipation of the divine soul."

"However, Xiaohuajing unexpectedly learned that when the Silent Yu Divine Monarch delayed returning to the God Realm, it was someone who threatened Xiaohuajing's life." Zhong Luo burst into tears, "Xiaohuajing didn't want to accept this, so she suffered in private, just seeking to find a wisp of remnant soul to recuperate." Ten thousand years have passed, the little flower spirit can't be found, and he is unwilling to give up, and when his life is in danger, he is once again saved by the Silent Divine Monarch who has robbed his godhead. However, when the lamp runs out, it is in vain to live and suffer. ”

Ning Ning didn't puncture the loopholes in Zhong Luo's words, if he hadn't experienced it himself, how could he know the details?

Come to think of it, the little flower essence in Zhong Luo's mouth is herself, that... The Divine Lord of Silence is the Lord of the Underworld?

Tsk, the gods have entered the mortal world one after another, just for that Lao Shizi Xuan to worry about the gods?

Unexpected!

The personality of the god is so charming, and she has been dead for thousands of years, and there are still so many people who miss her.

Ning Ning plucked the hair on the felt with interest, and suddenly crashed into Zhong Luo's empty beautiful eyes, couldn't help but straighten her back, and sneered: "Sister Zhong, time has passed, who still remembers that there is such a person in the divine realm as Xuan Wei?" My sister is like this, but it only adds to her troubles. ”

"The little flower spirit in the story can't be put down, and I can't ask for it, what do you get in exchange?" Ning Ning hit the nail on the head and said: "Life is short, the lover is sad, and it is difficult to eliminate remorse." ”

"No, I deserve it." Zhong Luo's mood was up and down, she lost her words for a while, she bit her lower lip in annoyance, red blood beads oozed out, and the flower spirit outside the house was attracted, and she couldn't help but come to the bed, gently covering Zhong Luo's cold hands.

Zhong Luosse shrank down, trying to withdraw his hand.

Ning Ning couldn't help but put the flower spirit into her palm, and advised: "Sister Zhong, the flower spirit is delicate, but you have to hold it well and don't fall." ”

Hearing this, Zhong Luo's fingertips condensed a divine power and carefully fed it to the flower spirit, and the small flower spirit happily absorbed the divine power and rubbed Zhong Luo's palm with satisfaction.

The admiration can be seen.

Zhong Luo picked up the flower spirit, put it on her face, and curled the corners of her mouth happily.

Seeing this, Ning Ning remembered Shao Jiu in the illusion, but Zhong Luo, who was implicated, was haunted by dreams for thousands of years, and was also sad and sad for thousands of years. How did he, who was concerned about God, spend 10,000 years of loneliness? What kind of obsession has supported him until now?

Ning Ning didn't want to think about it, but she understood a little.

However, it is clear that she will never become a stand-in for anyone, not even Shao Jiu.

If Zhong Luo can see it, she can see her demeanor, and she will never lose the worries of the year.

[Master, Xiao You... Xiao You was deeply guilty and almost killed his master, but Xiao You returned his spiritual power to his master. 】

Seeing the Netherworld Bead break free from the Netherflower Bewitchment, Ning Ning didn't have time to be happy, and the vigorous divine power gushed out of the sea of knowledge, wandering around her limbs and expanding her spiritual veins.

Ning Ning was paralyzed as if she was dead, clutching her clothes, and the ink-colored patterns spread all over her body, torturing her.

"What's wrong?" Hearing the movement, Zhong Luo panicked and touched Ning Ning, put her fingertips on her wrist, the divine power in her memory bounced her away, and she shouted in a panic: "Stop, if you infuse the divine power again, she will die." ”