At the first fork in the road, there are three roads. The stone walls of the two roads are very dry, and there is nothing peculiar about them in the faint light of some people's torches.

The other road is very different, and most people are going this way.

Which road is far away, you can only faintly see the people in front of you, but from time to time there is a cold wind blowing in your face. And there was a very strange sound faintly - it seemed to be the sound of bees flapping their wings, but it was very long and endless.

Hanguang and Menghua glanced at each other, and they both walked towards the place where most people walked.

Far behind, there seemed to be some more people coming down, and the footsteps were a little noisy.

Following the footsteps of everyone, Hanguang and Menghua finally came to a fairly open place. A lot of people also stay in this place.

It's not that they don't want to stop, it's just that they really don't know what to do......

In this open stone room, there are eight doors, and behind each door, there are also eight doors. These dreams appear to lead to sixty-four places.

None of the people present had ever seen this kind of formation, and they didn't know what the mystery was in it. Even Xiao Yichen's wave and the other waves of people who came down first before also stopped.

In fact, what they don't know is that this seemingly simple, but very dangerous magic circle originated from Qimen Dunjia in the Book of Changes......

Seeing this formation, Hanguang felt a little familiar, but he couldn't grasp this feeling. With his instincts, he came to the door with a pattern written on it that no one could read.

The words engraved on the door are the new characters.

Menghua didn't have time to resist, so she was pulled in by the cold light inertia.

At the moment when the two of them fully stepped into the door, under the gaze of the rest of the people, the door turned out to be a little illusory, and then flickered twice, and the two of them were no longer visible.

The patterns carved on the eight doors were all gone, leaving only bare stone slabs. I don't know where I came, as if there was no way here.

"Why are you so reckless, you don't understand when you see them. Hey...... What about them?" Menghua said to Hanguang anxiously, turning to look back, only to see that there was nothing behind the door, and everyone seemed to be gone in an instant.

Hanguang had some bad premonitions in his heart, and he had a premonition that he and Menghua couldn't go back, so he still pulled Menghua forward.

Unexpectedly, the eight small doors inside that I just saw outside this "life" gate did not appear, and what extended down was still a winding road with no end in sight.

It's just that this path is different from the previous path, and the stone wall of this path is obviously not ordinary stone. The whole road was glowing with a faint light, although the light was not dazzling and bright, but it was not weak, at least there was no problem with normal battles here. Its brightness, as if this stone wall was made of night pearls.

The two of them walked aimlessly, the cold light was fine, and they were used to loneliness since childhood, so they didn't feel anything. But how could Menghua have really experienced this kind of place, eerie, and it seems to be a place of the Demon Sect. The strange magic circle, as if it was an illusion, made her scratch her head and a little scared.

Hanguang doesn't know what to do now, is it going back?

Of course not, Hanguang has never turned back, and he will never back down because of these difficulties. What's more, in the bottom of his heart, it seems to be praying for something. That feeling made Hanguang have no idea of going back at all.

Hanguang gently held Menghua's trembling and somewhat cold hand, and warmed Menghua with the warmth of his palm.

Menghua's hand shrank slightly, a little frightened.

It has been said that in a dark and uninhabited hole, the moment of danger is the moment when the primitive nature of human beings explodes. In this kind of place, there will be no social ethics and moral constraints, and all the ugliness of people will be displayed in this dark and lonely place.

However, Hanguang didn't, he just clenched Menghua's hand even more, smiled at Menghua kindly, and said, "Are you still afraid?"

Menghua nodded, shook her head again, and her pretty face under the veil was very ruddy.

Menghua only felt that she was very happy at this moment, but thinking of everything in her future, Menghua had to open the cold light of her little hand...... However, due to psychological reasons, Menghua didn't do this......

Vaguely feeling Menghua's struggle, Hanguang was a little worried and frowned.

If you follow what Menghua said that day, Menghua would have nothing unspeakable to hide, and she would not have such abnormal behavior. I won't have this kind of attitude towards myself.

However, in the heart of the cold light, God knows that there is no thought of it...... He just wanted to comfort Yumeka.

"Hanguang, tell me, do you like me at all. Menghua hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice.

If it weren't for the fact that both of them had very good hearing, I'm afraid that even Menghua herself would have been able to hear this voice clearly.

"Hanguang, do you like me, if you like me, I ...... I'll be happy.

But, I'm sorry, we can't do it after all. Because, because I have my mission. I can only cherish these days with you, be with you, and heal the scars in your heart......

If you don't like me, then I can go with the wind. It won't make you sad, it won't make you sad. It's just a passing guest in your life, it doesn't matter, and it won't be very profound. Up to ...... It's just a fragment of memories that you remember much later......

Hanguang, I'm sorry...... Everything is me, it's all ...... They are all harmed. If it weren't for these, I really hope to be a friend with you, to be a good friend, to accompany you to watch the sunrise and sunset, and to accompany you to travel this world. Bless you and your future wife......"

Thinking of this, Menghua only felt that the corners of her eyes were a little moist. The nails of the hand that were not pulled by the cold light had even been deeply pierced into the flesh and blood, and there was no pain...... Vaguely, it seems that his heart, which has been silent for a long time, has loosened a little......

What is this, is it a confession?