The frost has fallen, and the air is meager and cool. The grass and trees are withering, and the flowers have fallen away.

The sunlight slanted through the layers of fine dust and stumbled across the ruins of Phoenix Village, as if to give a faint gentle embrace. The birds that skimmed the sky made a clear chirping, a little hoarse, as if they were silently lamenting the impermanence of life.

Purple wind chimes dance in the morning mist, and the slow sound of tinkling seems to soothe departed souls.

Hehuan opened his eyes, and it was vast.

The wind chimes jingled and swayed, pulling Hehuan's thoughts back and forth, and she walked towards the ruins step by step, but she was unable to support her steps, and sat down like a fallen leaf on the path where she had been. Who the hell is it that has lost its conscience so much? Hehuan has collapsed, and his heart is like a knife.

A cold wind swept by, blowing the acacia's hair a little messy. Ling Yuan stood behind Hehuan, silent, unable to see his expression.

Hehuan wiped away his tears, clenched his fists, and whispered secretly: "Rest in peace." I will find out the truth as a sacrifice to the dead. ”

The wind lifts up the sand, and the acacia looks a little thin in the cold wind. Ling Yuan was a little unbearable, so he took off his cloak and gently draped it on Hehuan's shoulders. Actually, there is a hint of warmth.

"You, what are you going to do next?" Ling Yuan knew that this was inappropriate, but he had to ask.

Hehuan shook his head. Yes, the world is so big, there is always a place to go, right?

Both fell silent.

"Where to go to the distance, come and go, the world is barren, ask who should master the sky?

An elegant and ethereal flute sound came from far and near, and Hehuan looked up and saw four young girls floating with belts and flute sounds, surrounded by a woman with a white veil covering her face, slowly soaring into the air.

The flute seems to be able to read people's hearts, and even the surrounding sunlight begins to bow down.

The four young girls are dressed in blue, purple, green, and pink light yarn, like a fairy in the air, the belt is flying and winding, the body is graceful and graceful, and the appearance is as beautiful and dignified as a fairy.

The woman in white in the middle is a little older, and from a distance, she exudes an air of elegance and luxury, and at the same time seems to be born with a cold frost. Although he does not hold a treasure in his hand, he is generous, and although he does not wear a hair ornament, he is elegant and dusty.

The so-called Yaochi Fairy, probably so!

The five of them landed lightly, without raising a trace of dust. The skirt yarn touched the ground, and the belt danced with the wind, which made Ling Yuan stunned for a while.

The woman in white in the middle walked lightly, slowed down to Hehuan, stretched out a slightly cold jade hand, and said gently: "Child, I'll take you away." ”

Hehuan raised his head slightly, the breeze blew across his face under the light veil, and he felt so familiar, as if he had met a long time ago, as if he had been spelled, and handed his hand to the woman in white.

The woman in white rarely smiled slightly, turned around and bowed slightly to Ling Yuan and whispered, "I have to worry about Gongzi Lao." ”

Ling Yuan hesitated, and also bent down to return the salute.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded again, and Hehuan glanced back at Ling Yuan, and followed the five fairies to take off into the air, gradually disappearing, leaving Ling Yuan alone in the same place.

Ling Yuan turned back to the coachman with a hat with a gloomy face, "Do you know who this group is?"

I saw that the coachman raised his head, and it turned out to be a handsome young man, and he smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that the Vermilion Bird Pavilion, which has never asked about the affairs of the Three Realms, has also taken care of things, which is interesting." ”

Vermilion Bird Pavilion?Ling Yuan looked thoughtfully at the place where Hehuan had disappeared.