The wind was howling and the yellow sand was everywhere.

The girl walked barefoot on the hot yellow sand, the blazing sun was particularly merciless at this time, and the steamer-like world was disturbing.

Stretching out his hand, as if communicating with the raging wind and sand, his white and delicate fingers crossed the curtain of wind and sand. After a brief pause, disappointment flashed in the girl's eyes like broken gold stars.

Is the world in the painting just illusory after all?

But...

The scene of the girl who looked similar to herself lying in the coffin with her face puffed out and falling asleep came to mind, and the girl was a little confused for a while.

Is it true or false?

The purple-colored giant scorpion lurked beneath the yellow sand, greedily glancing at the girl standing on the sand dune. As a desert demon of this generation, there is no resistance to this kind of girl giant scorpion walking alone. At this time, it just wants to devour this lovely human girl and let its demon pill go one step further.

Poof.

Ying Yuan frowned, looking at the purple demon pill dancing in his hand, and the half-buried corpse of the scorpion demon on the side, a faint anger appeared on his delicate and lovely cheeks.

Don't bother others when they're sad!

Hmmm...

Tilting his head and carefully looking at this demon pill from the Seven Rank Evil Demon, Ying Yuan sighed after a short thought, and casually put it into the small cloth bag on his waist.

Forget it, Zhou Li seems to be able to use it.

Glancing at the void purple soul, Ying Kite waved his hand casually, and the purple soul instantly disintegrated into fragments and disappeared into the vast desert.

I don't know how Zhou Li is now.

The mood of longing is like a stream of water firmly blocked by a floodgate, and once it is opened, it swells out. The girl, who had long been accustomed to loneliness, raised her head and looked at the blazing sun in the sky, but her heart was inexplicably surrounded by indescribable loneliness.

No, no, no!

Ying Kite cupped his cheek, slapped it lightly, and waved it with his small fist, as if to cheer himself up. She lowered her head and looked at her delicate bare feet wrapped in gold threads, her eyes full of fighting spirit.

Even if I walk all over this desert, I will find them.

After walking out of the painting, Ying Kite had a strong premonition that everything they experienced in the painting was actually the history of the real thing.

In other words, the ancient kingdom of Loulan, which was originally destined to go to the line of destruction in history, avoided complete destruction with the help of Zhou Li and Zhuge Qing. At least, the Loulan nation still has some survival.

Therefore, after Ying Kite left the world in the painting, she faintly felt that her people were still living in the desert. Therefore, after leaving Zhou Li, Ying Kite immediately returned to the yellow sand that she had dreamed of but did not dare to touch, looking for her people.

However, after two days of searching, Ying Kite still did not find her own people, as if everything was her conjecture. After a long time, Ying Kite felt that he seemed a little ridiculous, and even pinned his hope on the absurd possibility of "changing everything through time".

Call~

Seeing the edge of the oasis again, Ying Kite sighed lightly, and subconsciously crossed his waist, but did not find the handkerchief embroidered with a white cat.

That's right, I stuffed it to Zhou Li before leaving.

I forgot to wash it, so I don't know if it will smell.

Thinking of this, Ying Kite's cheeks were dyed with a pretty flush. She forgot that she didn't sweat as a drought, and her body was always filled with the fragrance of orchids, so she only felt that Zhou Li would dislike her close-fitting handkerchief.

I knew I would have given him another one.

Sitting on a small sand dune in a little dejected, Win Kite held her cheeks and swayed her feet, her white and tender calves glowing with a delicate halo. Looking at the sunset that seemed to be about to fall, Ying Kite was in a trance, only feeling empty in his heart, but with itchy thoughts.

Will he not want me.

Thinking that he threw himself into Zhou Li's arms after waking up, the surprise and rustiness flashed in the other party's eyes in an instant, Ying Yuan felt a little pantothenic acid in his heart, his fingers involuntarily curled a tuft of hair, and his eyes were filled with a faint sorrow.

She knew that for Zhou Li, it was just a one-sided love of a Loulan girl a thousand years ago, and his shadow was all in her thousand years of sleep, but in Zhou Li's memory, she only spent three days with him.

Woo~

The girl curled up in a small ball and let out a mournful scream. Although as a drought, Ying Kite's age should be more than a thousand years old, but in fact, the years she really spent were only nineteen years as the high priest of Loulan, and five years as a drought, anyway, it has nothing to do with the word love.

Therefore, for Ying Kite, her emotional experience is the same as the water in the yellow sand. If you say no, that's certainly unscientific. But you said there was...

Where? She didn't know it herself.

"Minglan!"

In the twilight of the sunset, Ying Kite seemed to faintly hear someone calling her name from a long time ago. She was in a trance, and it just felt like a dream.

"Minglan !!"

No, not a dream!

Winning Kite's eyes gradually regained their sparkle, and she immediately stood up and looked in the direction of the voice. After a few moments, she covered her mouth, her eyes hazy like mist.

Standing in the middle of the desert, the woman standing with her hands behind her back beautifully looked at Ying Kite gently, and her golden eyes were full of softness.

"King..."

Winning Kite trembled and said the word.

What appeared in front of her was the king of Loulan who she thought had died in the palace and was buried in the desert with the lord of the yellow sand-Yingshu.

"Sure enough, even after a thousand years, my Minglan is still brilliant."

Stretched out her hand and gently rubbed the girl's cheek, Ying Shu's eyes were full of love and tenderness: "Minglan has worked hard." ”

Suddenly, the grievances and confusion in the girl's heart were swept away, and she directly hugged Yingshu in front of her, and her crystal tears smashed into the yellow sand. With a whisper of sobbing, the girl said intermittently:

"Wang... I miss you so much... I thought... It was just a dream. ”

"No, it's not."

Gently stroking the girl's long hair, Ying Shu squinted her eyes and said softly: "From the moment you pass through the yellow sand and enter Loulan, everything is real. ”

"Are you all okay?"

Ying Kite pressed her cheek tightly to Ying Shu's arms and asked sullenly.

"It's all good, everyone went to the border and built a new home. Each successive generation of Han kings treated us with great courtesy and still regarded us as a respectable nation. ”

"Where's my father?"

Ying Kite knew that this was a thousand years ago, and it was what happened when he was asleep. Except for Ying Shu, who also has a dragon vein, which can survive for thousands of years, everything in Loulan has long been different.

"He left when he was eighty years old, and the yellow sand and the sky took him away, painless and disease-free."

Ying Kite was silent for a moment, but it was already good news for her. At least, Loulan survived, and the people of Loulan still survived.

"How did you find me, Wang?"

Under the stars and moon, a large and a small Loulan woman paced in the yellow sand. Raising his head and looking at the elegant and tall Ying Shu on the side, Ying Kite was a little puzzled for a while.

"Before you left, Gongzi Zhou handed me a letter."

Lowering his head and looking at Ying Yu, who was a little surprised, Ying Shu chuckled and said:

"In the letter, Gongzi Zhou taught us where we should go to build a new home, and also taught us how to deal with the king of the Han people, so that they would not be suspicious of Loulan, if it were not for him, Loulan would not have survived to this day. Finally, he rewrites about you at the end of the letter. ”

"Me?"

Ying Kite pointed at herself coquettishly.

"That's right."

Ying Shu's smile was a little narrow, but more of a love for Zhou Li:

He said that Minglan this stupid girl would definitely return to the desert in 1,246 years to find the Loulan family. He asked me to return to the desert during this time, wait for this stupid girl who doesn't know how to be flexible, and take her back to the Loulan clan. ”

Hearing this, Ying Kite was stunned, and her golden eyes were full of surprises, like gold and jade dotted with starlight, gorgeous and beautiful.

Nodding the tip of Ying Kite's nose, Ying Shu said softly with a gentle smile: "Stupid girl, Zhou Li gave Loulan as a gift to you a thousand years later, how are you going to repay him?" ”

Ying Kite blinked, and her heart was filled with joy at this time. She didn't have the shyness and hesitation of her little daughter at all, looking at Ying Shu with a shallow smile, the bright orchid-like girl smiled brightly, and said coquettishly:

"I gave him all my heart!" (End of chapter)