An hour later, a circle of light radiated from the Flying Sword Peak, spreading infinitely in all directions.

The rays of the sun were obscured by the light emitted by this aperture, and they appeared dim and had no sense of existence.

Xuanzhou earthquake!

The tremor was not strong, but it was felt by all, even the retreaters who had not seen the light of day for many years.

A pair of eyes suddenly opened, and the light in them was like electricity, and then they flew outside, feeling the change.

However, the incident was soon forgotten.

However, no one knew that the fate of the Xuanzhou Continent, and even the fate of the entire Cloud Lower Realm, and even the Cloud Realm and the Cloud Upper Realm, had quietly changed from that moment on...

A figure lay on its back, falling from the Flying Sword Peak, falling slowly, as light as a falling petal.

It was Ye Qingchen.

Her eyes were slightly knocked and her face was calm, as if she had fallen asleep.

A flame pattern flashed at the center of the eyebrows.

The long wind was mighty, and the wind between the cliffs was originally whistling and violent, but at this moment, the wind on her body seemed to become soft, like a spring breeze caressing.

The passage of time seems to be slowing down, as if it is about to stop and become eternal.

An ink-colored figure flew up from below, stretched out its slender arm, and caught Ye Qingchen, and the two of them slowly spun and fell downward.

Fu Hanxiu lowered his eyes and looked at the girl in his arms.

At this time, her eyes were closed, and her long, curly eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings. The girl's skin is as smooth as fat, and it can be broken by blowing, without flaws.

A pair of eyebrows, the shade is appropriate, the thickness is just right, one more is more, and one less is less, which perfectly interprets what is just right.

The red lips are slightly open, the lip shape is perfect, like petals, not dotted and vermilion, that touch of red, poured all the colors in this world.

Fu Hanxiu's eyes stared at this stunning face tightly, and in his eyes and heart, it was all her, and there was no room for anything else.

In my mind, the pictures from my acquaintance to the present flashed, and his tough outline gradually softened, and those deep and cold eyes turned into a pool of spring water.

When she woke up, she was a little goblin that tickled people's hearts and made people want to stop, and when she dreamed, she was a fairy and a mysterious girl who fell from the sky, peaceful and quiet, and her sleeping face was overwhelming.

She moves like a rabbit, quiet like a virgin, gestures, smiles, and has a variety of charms.

After some time, he carried her and landed on the ground.

It is a clearing, and not far away is a vast lake, which is blue, clean and clear, and the breeze blows, and the water is not rippling.

The surroundings are as beautiful as a paradise. Flowers are in full bloom, vegetation is luxuriant, and the air is filled with intoxicating aromas.

Fu Hanxiu sat on the ground, holding Ye Qingchen in his arms, cautiously, as if he were treating a rare treasure.

His slender fingers swept across her delicate face, gently, and with a sense of ritual.

Ye Qingchen seemed to be a little itchy by Fu Hanxiu, stretched out his hand to scratch it, then grunted, changed his position, rubbed his chest, and continued to sleep.

The corners of Fu Hanxiu's lips twitched, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face. In an instant, it was like the ice and snow melting, and the beauty was breathtaking.

If it were a subordinate in the dark night, he would definitely be shocked when he saw this scene.

He couldn't help but feel amazing in his heart.

He never thought that he would one day like a woman, so much.

He slowly raised his eyes, glanced ahead, and suddenly had a thought in his heart: how hopeful, time will stop like this, so that the beauty of the moment can become eternal.

But after a long time, Ye Qingchen woke up slowly.

She slowly opened her eyes, first confused, then regained her clarity and sat up suddenly.

Fu Hanxiu didn't seem to expect that her reaction would be so big, and he didn't react for a while when he was immersed in thoughts.

Ye Qingchen's forehead hit his chin like this.

"Huh~" Covering his forehead, Ye Qingchen took a low breath, only to realize that he was actually sitting in a man's arms at this time, and this man was none other than Fu Hanxiu.

"Why are you here?" she asked, looking around.

Didn't she go to Flying Sword Peak just now?

How could it be in this place?

In my mind, memories of the past came to mind.

She seems to be holding the broken sword, and gradually loses consciousness...

Broken sword?

Ye Qingchen was startled, and his eyes glared at the boss.

What about the sword?

"Here it is. Fu Hanxiu's deep and magnetic voice came from his ears, with an ascetic sexiness.

Ye Qingchen looked down and saw the broken sword.

The broken sword is not good-looking, as if it is covered with a layer of patina, especially this sword, which is still broken, and only a third is left by visual inspection.

Ye Qingchen took the sword, and the more he looked at it, the deeper his brows wrinkled.

She was sure that it was the broken sword that had been calling her all along. But why would it be a broken sword that summoned him, even if the broken sword was broken, it was still an inconspicuous-looking broken sword, this kind of thing, if it was thrown on the road, no one would pick it up.

"On the day of your return, the gods will be dusk!" In the depths of his consciousness, the familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded again.

The broken sword in her hand trembled, emitted a buzzing sound, as if it had been given life, and began to vibrate, and then when Ye Qingchen didn't react, she grabbed her hand and pointed towards the north.

Ye Qingchen lowered his eyes in shock and looked at the broken sword like a compass, and then looked at the sky in the distance.

Confused.

What does that mean?

"The Broken Sword should be able to sense the location of the rest of itself. Fu Hanxiu's voice came in her ears again, and she was so engrossed in the sword in her hand that she didn't notice that he was very close to her, almost saying this close to her ear.

"Is it possible that as long as I find the remaining part of the broken sword, I will be able to know the secret in it?" Ye Qingchen thought in his heart.

Thinking about it, she caught a glimpse of someone's hand seemingly consciously wrapping around her waist.

She raised her eyebrows, thinking to herself, Hasn't this guy Fu Hanxiu always disliked her? Why is he starting to eat her tofu shamelessly now?

A touch of cunning crossed his eyes, and when Ye Qingchen raised his eyes to look at her again, a trace of anger rose in his eyes, "Men and women can't stand it, what is His Royal Highness the Dark Emperor doing?"

That posture doesn't seem to have anything to do with him at all!

The nephrite jade in his arms was warm and fragrant, and it was gone in an instant, that huge drop, Fu Hanxiu's body stiffened, and even the temperature around his body suddenly dropped by several degrees.

He just sat on the ground, maintaining the posture of hugging Ye Qingchen just now, raising his eyes and looking at Ye Qingchen gloomily, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

Ye Qingchen's face was so cold, and there were still a few small flames of anger after being eaten tofu in his beautiful eyes.