Jinshu closed the door and looked back at the bed, Xiao Taomu was already asleep on the bed, still drooling, muttering to himself, and talking in his dreams.

Jin Shu carefully scrubbed the little peach paste and covered the quilt for her again.

After making sure that she was asleep again, she quietly blew out the light, and the room was dark, and following the light and shadow of the moon, she tiptoed to the small hall.

After holding my breath and concentrating, I closed my eyes, and a light blue mask appeared on the periphery of my body again, which was a protective barrier to avoid external interference.

It was just a moment of time, when she opened her eyes again, Jinshu saw the magical door again, different from the first doubt, Jinshu stood up, opened the door with a firm gaze, and a white light instantly surrounded her body, and Jinshu's body disappeared in that white light.

This is a different world, and it is also something that the divine consciousness can enter.

Only with strong spiritual power can such a world be constructed, a world where the living and the dead can meet.

Illusory, everything is a fantasy, and it is indeed the only vestige left by the creator.

All their memories and efforts are condensed here.

The brocade book suddenly appeared in the water, which was clear and bright, and seemed to be indistinguishable from the sky.

The clouds in the sky are like soft manza, entwined and blended, and the wonderful pink clouds shuttle through the water, dancing around and flying back to the sky.

Jin Shu was fascinated by it, and reached out to touch the clouds, but at this touch, the clouds and water all disappeared.

In front of him, there is a fantasy, a yellow pond like a fairyland, the water color is like jade, and the pool water is bottomless.

A young man dressed in white, playing the piano by the water's edge.

His face is fair, his facial features are as perfect as carving, under a pair of sword eyebrows, there is a pair of peach blossom eyes, which makes people sink into his amorous feelings, his eyes are ice blue, look closely at the pupils are golden, a white jade folding fan in his hand, and a jade jade pendant tied around his waist.

The boy was so engrossed playing the piano that he forgot everything around him.

He sat quietly and elegantly, as if he were the only one between heaven and earth.

At this moment, the young man, who was originally quiet, suddenly turned his head away, and a sharp sword grazed his hair and stabbed him.

Just a little bit, and the boy would be splattered with blood.

The boy came to his senses and touched his cheek with his hand, and there was a blood stain on his hand.

"Bold and demonic, don't hurry up and catch it!"

It was a woman's voice, so good, so pleasant to hear, that even with anger and eagerness, it still made it impossible to get angry.

The boy turned back again, and a sharp sword was already close to his throat.

Jinshu closed the door and looked back at the bed, Xiao Taomu was already asleep on the bed, still drooling, muttering to himself, and talking in his dreams.

Jin Shu carefully scrubbed the little peach paste and covered the quilt for her again.

After making sure that she was asleep again, she quietly blew out the light, and the room was dark, and following the light and shadow of the moon, she tiptoed to the small hall.

After holding my breath and concentrating, I closed my eyes, and a light blue mask appeared on the periphery of my body again, which was a protective barrier to avoid external interference.

It was just a moment of time, when she opened her eyes again, Jinshu saw the magical door again, different from the first doubt, Jinshu stood up, opened the door with a firm gaze, and a white light instantly surrounded her body, and Jinshu's body disappeared in that white light.

This is a different world, and it is also something that the divine consciousness can enter.

Only with strong spiritual power can such a world be constructed, a world where the living and the dead can meet.

Illusory, everything is a fantasy, and it is indeed the only vestige left by the creator.

All their memories and efforts are condensed here.

The brocade book suddenly appeared in the water, which was clear and bright, and seemed to be indistinguishable from the sky.

The clouds in the sky are like soft manza, entwined and blended, and the wonderful pink clouds shuttle through the water, dancing around and flying back to the sky.

Jin Shu was fascinated by it, and reached out to touch the clouds, but at this touch, the clouds and water all disappeared.

In front of him, there is a fantasy, a yellow pond like a fairyland, the water color is like jade, and the pool water is bottomless.

A young man dressed in white, playing the piano by the water's edge.

His face is fair, his facial features are as perfect as carving, under a pair of sword eyebrows, there is a pair of peach blossom eyes, which makes people sink into his amorous feelings, his eyes are ice blue, look closely at the pupils are golden, a white jade folding fan in his hand, and a jade jade pendant tied around his waist.

The boy was so engrossed playing the piano that he forgot everything around him.

He sat quietly and elegantly, as if he were the only one between heaven and earth.

At this moment, the young man, who was originally quiet, suddenly turned his head away, and a sharp sword grazed his hair and stabbed him.

Just a little bit, and the boy would be splattered with blood.

The boy came to his senses and touched his cheek with his hand, and there was a blood stain on his hand.

"Bold and demonic, don't hurry up and catch it!"

It was a woman's voice, so good, so pleasant to hear, that even with anger and eagerness, it still made it impossible to get angry.

The boy turned back again, and a sharp sword was already close to his throat.

Jinshu closed the door and looked back at the bed, Xiao Taomu was already asleep on the bed, still drooling, muttering to himself, and talking in his dreams.

Jin Shu carefully scrubbed the little peach paste and covered the quilt for her again.

After making sure that she was asleep again, she quietly blew out the light, and the room was dark, and following the light and shadow of the moon, she tiptoed to the small hall.

After holding my breath and concentrating, I closed my eyes, and a light blue mask appeared on the periphery of my body again, which was a protective barrier to avoid external interference.

It was just a moment of time, when she opened her eyes again, Jinshu saw the magical door again, different from the first doubt, Jinshu stood up, opened the door with a firm gaze, and a white light instantly surrounded her body, and Jinshu's body disappeared in that white light.

This is a different world, and it is also something that the divine consciousness can enter.

Only with strong spiritual power can such a world be constructed, a world where the living and the dead can meet.

Illusory, everything is a fantasy, and it is indeed the only vestige left by the creator.

All their memories and efforts are condensed here.

The brocade book suddenly appeared in the water, which was clear and bright, and seemed to be indistinguishable from the sky.

The clouds in the sky are like soft manza, entwined and blended, and the wonderful pink clouds shuttle through the water, dancing around and flying back to the sky.

Jin Shu was fascinated by it, and reached out to touch the clouds, but at this touch, the clouds and water all disappeared.

In front of him, there is a fantasy, a yellow pond like a fairyland, the water color is like jade, and the pool water is bottomless.

A young man dressed in white, playing the piano by the water's edge.

His face is fair, his facial features are as perfect as carving, under a pair of sword eyebrows, there is a pair of peach blossom eyes, which makes people sink into his amorous feelings, his eyes are ice blue, look closely at the pupils are golden, a white jade folding fan in his hand, and a jade jade pendant tied around his waist.

The boy was so engrossed playing the piano that he forgot everything around him.

He sat quietly and elegantly, as if he were the only one between heaven and earth.

At this moment, the young man, who was originally quiet, suddenly turned his head away, and a sharp sword grazed his hair and stabbed him.

Just a little bit, and the boy would be splattered with blood.

The boy came to his senses and touched his cheek with his hand, and there was a blood stain on his hand.

"Bold and demonic, don't hurry up and catch it!"

It was a woman's voice, so good, so pleasant to hear, that even with anger and eagerness, it still made it impossible to get angry.

The boy turned back again, and a sharp sword was already close to his throat.