Huangfu Yanran raised his head, and indeed saw Zi Weixing, who was sinking towards another constellation.

The old woman stared at the starry sky and said: "Time may be a cycle, starting from this moment and ending from this moment."

The old woman's eyes were even more lifeless. Seeing this scene, Huangfu Yanran was anxious, grabbed her shoulder and shook it vigorously and said: "I am real, you believe me, I am Yan'er, your Yan'er."

But the old woman seems to have entered a kind of turbid self-consciousness, unaware of everything in the outside world.

Huangfu Yanran hurriedly used her spiritual power to point at the center of her eyebrows, trying to control his mind.

But the old woman sought her own death, and no one could save her.

Huangfu Yanran was anxious, she didn't want the dream she had been pursuing for decades to become a reality and become disillusioned in front of her eyes again.

She begged bitterly, shaking the old woman vigorously, and suddenly she remembered something. hurriedly sang a children's rhyme to her, the one she had once sung by her pillow day and night.

The old woman's stupid gaze seemed to be inspired by some kind of inspiration, and she suddenly became a little angry.

She listened obsessively at first, and then began to hum along to the song.

A sweet smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth, the smile was very pure, very true, as if it had penetrated time and become eternal.

The old woman lowered her head, and stroked the woman's hair with her withered palms, as if she was dancing with a kitten.

She didn't hum at the key, but Huangfu Yanran listened to it like fascinated, and there was a trace of crystal tears in her eyes, which slipped down unconsciously.

I don't know if it's the magic of nursery rhymes, or if she's too tired, after all, she's traveled thousands of miles day and night.

She was so groggy that she wanted to fall asleep, and at the moment when she was almost about to fall asleep, she woke up suddenly, hugged the old woman and roared: "I am Yan'er, real Yan'er, you open your eyes and look at me, I am real, not a dream."

The old woman's withered eyes lost her figure again, but there was a smile of satisfaction on her withered yellow cheeks.

The old woman muttered: "I've seen Yan'er, I've seen Yan'er."

The voice was not the tone of real lucidity, but a dream.

Huangfu Yanran was about to collapse, and she knew very well that if she couldn't wake up the old woman at this time, then she would really kill herself soon.

Huangfu Yanran held her palm hard, pressed it her face and said, "You feel it, I am real, not a dream."

But the old woman didn't hear it. Her hands were shaking the whole time, as if she was trying to pull something away.

Huangfu Yanran wouldn't let her leave, and dragged her hard, dragging her hard.

Under the light, the two lights and shadows suddenly hugged and then together, and then separated.

The shadow world seems to be in a fierce battle.

Perhaps because Huangfu Yanran shook violently, the old woman opened her eyes and stared at her, and murmured: "God is already kind to me, and I can still see Yan'er before I die, even if it's just a dream."

Huangfu Yanran shook her head vigorously and said: "I'm not an illusion, I'm not an illusion, I'm really Yan'er, your Yan'er."

The old woman smiled dryly, nodded slightly, and said: "Yan'er, do you know, the reason why I have been able to persist until now all these years is because I can dream of you in my dreams, I know that you are not real, but you gave me the motivation to wait."

Huangfu Yanran's tears had already broken the thread and the beads kept falling, she couldn't restrain her inner grief, couldn't awaken her consciousness,

The only thing Huangfu Yanran can do is to listen, to listen to the voice that once belonged only to herself.

The old woman licked the corners of her dry mouth slightly, and said: "Maybe this is the last time we see each other in a dream, there are some things that I have been depressed all my life, and now it's time to say it, even if it's just in a dream."

Huangfu Yanran found that at this time, the old woman had long lost communication with the outside world, and only existed in her own perception.

Huangfu Yanran also knew that no matter how she shouted right now, she couldn't hear it.

So she put her arms around the old woman, trying to hear her clearly.

After the old woman choked up a few words, she said, "Actually...", the old woman's voice was a little hesitant again.

Huangfu Yanran stretched out her hand and stroked her cheek and said, "You wake up, wake up, look at me, I don't want to know anything, I just want you to wake up."

The old woman paused for a long time before continuing to sigh and say: "Actually, you are not my own child, you are actually the daughter of Jieyu and the prince of the previous dynasty.... I was Princess Jieyu's maid, Princess Jieyu gave birth to a son that day, in fact, no, she was born as a daughter, I wanted Princess Jieyu to become the queen for my own selfish interests, so I exchanged my son who had just turned three months old with Princess Jieyu's daughter...".

As soon as these words came out, Huangfu Yanran was stunned.

It was as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning, and she trembled.

For the rest of the old woman's words, she had long since turned a deaf ear.

I don't know how long it has been, but the old woman's words stopped.

All that remained in the wilderness was the sound of the rushing wind and the cold corpse of the old woman.

She's dead.

Huangfu Yanran didn't feel any changes in the world, she had always been in a certain state of rigidity.

It seems that everything in the world has nothing to do with her, and she is like being cut off from everything.

I don't know how long it has been, Huangfu Yanran's eyes twitched, and then a cold feeling poured into her chest.

She hurriedly lowered her head, only to find that the old woman had already turned into a cold corpse.

Huangfu Yanran stared at the vicissitudes of life and was very conflicted in his heart, he didn't know how to face her.

Facing this person who was once considered a mother, but personally directed the tragedy of her life.

Perhaps insensitivity is the truest feeling she feels at the moment.

She got up numbly, and walked into the thatched hut with the old woman in her hands.

Then he picked up a torch and lit it. Then she knelt down at the door and knocked her head hard, again and again.

It wasn't until she knocked her head that she slowly got up and turned in the direction she had come.

Her gaze was still a little hesitant, but her steps were extremely firm.

She seemed to know what she had to do.

Perhaps this is her true goal in life.

In the twilight wilderness, she walked alone, she didn't cast a spell, she just walked.

As soon as the footprints fell, they were blown away by the wind.

It seems that the whole world is trying to erase the traces of her existence.

Huangfu Yanran didn't care about all this, just as she didn't care about her identity in her heart.

What a princess, or the daughter of a demon.

None of this matters.

In a trance, she found that she seemed to be free, she was like a goshawk soaring in this world, going wherever she wanted, and doing whatever she wanted.

There are no fetters.

The world seems to be far away from her, and her status, status, and power are like a dream bubble.

The only thing she needs to do is to find the woman who countless people call her evil and question her for all her true reasons.

After that, she would go to find him and be buried with him.

Huangfu Yanran's wandering eyes gradually became firm, she stretched out her arms, and her dress fluttered in the desert.

She is incredibly beautiful, and even if it is a wilderness, she can still be the most beautiful bloom.

Just when she realized the truth of life, a gloomy and sympathetic voice came into her ears: "You have Jieyu's blood flowing in your body, you should forgive her sins."

Huangfu Yanran turned around suddenly, only to see a man in a black cloak standing behind her. Seeing the shiny waist card, she immediately knew the identity of the other party.

"It's the Father... It was the Emperor of the Realm who asked you to come" Huangfu Yanran was about to call him his father, but when he remembered his identity, he changed his words to the Emperor of the Realm.

"No," the cloaked man shook his head flatly, "it's the old slave himself who wants to do something for the old master."

"Old master?" Huangfu Yanran's face froze.

"That's right," the cloaked man continued, "I'm actually the former general of the former Imperial Palace, one of the seven veterans of the last master, and I came to the shadows just to wait for an opportunity to take revenge on Huangfu Qing."

Huangfu Yanran nodded blankly and said, "In that case, you can do it."

She didn't resist, and just spread her hands, ready to withstand the other party's attack.

The cloaked man sneered and said, "Do you think that you can forgive your sins with your death? Do you know that the royal family of the previous dynasty was almost slaughtered by you, Jieyu, that demon, a witch who is a good man, she is not dead for the mistakes made by the old master."

From the anger in the cloaked man's eyes, Huangfu Yanran could see how much hatred he had in his heart.

Huangfu Yanran sighed: "What do you want me to do?"

The cloaked man sneered: "I hope to do the same thing as Jieyu back then, let two men duel for you, and finally end up with the destruction of the dynasty."

Huangfu Yan frowned and said, "For the duel?"

The cloaked man sneered: "Don't you remember the reincarnation of the Immortal Ancestor who was about to ask you for marriage, his current identity is not simple, not only controlling most of the Xuantian Sect forces, but also subverting the Seven Great Families and the Sword Saint Sect, with his current strength, as long as he wants, he can make the Realm Emperor sleep uneasy."

Huangfu Yanran immediately understood the intention of the cloak man, he wanted to use his beauty to tempt Lin Zhize to fight against Huangfu Qing.

"This, I won't do it" Huangfu Yanran flatly refused.

The cloaked man smirked, "It's up to you."

As he spoke, his arms spread out, and a large black cloud covered him.

The next moment, Huangfu Yanran lost her perception of the outside world.

I don't know what happened, Huangfu Yanran just felt that his head was dizzy.

There seems to be confusion in the memory, and some of the memories are clear at first, but then they become very blurry.

Then there were some vague memories that became clear.

It's like an exchange.

Huangfu frowned, soothing, and wrinkled.

It took her countless repetitions before she opened her eyes, and strangely enough, she found herself in an inn.

The layout here is very familiar, isn't this the guest room of your own banquet building?

Everything was like a nightmare, but she was confused about what she dreamed about.

He tried to remember something, but the more it was, the harder it was to remember.

Soon her thoughts were in turmoil, but soon she came to her senses again.

She remembered clearly, and it turned out that she knew a secret, that is, she was not the biological daughter of the Emperor of the Realm, but the princess of the previous dynasty.

He must take revenge on the Realm Emperor, and he needs to rely on the forces of the Xuantian Sect.

Huangfu Yanran was still a little skeptical, but soon an inexplicable belief made her firmly believe.

Huangfu Yanran's eyes were in a trance, and gradually firm.

In the end, she stared at the imperial city coldly and said, "I want to avenge my father."

After a few words, she resolutely walked out of the guest room.

Luo Zhen'er stared at the quasi-immortal treasure in Wuji's hand, not full of interest, and hurriedly tracked him down, pestering him. I want to keep it for myself.

Traceless also likes this colorful bell very much, and there is an old demon soul in it.

He flatly rejected Lorry.

annoyed this little girl, shook her head and left.

Looking at Luo Zhen'er's back, Traceless felt a little ashamed of her, after all, this time it was all a new business district, and she was a great contributor.

But Traceless really couldn't give her the old demon and the quasi-immortal treasure.

So I wanted to make up for her in other ways.

Traceless was thinking about it, but the leaders of the guards didn't allow him to think anymore.

Directly dragged him to the courtyard to drink and celebrate, the new business district is a big victory, no matter who it is, he will drink openly at this moment.

Of course, as the owner of the new business district, Xiao Qige is even more immune.

So under all kinds of drinking orders and all kinds of persuasions, the little seventh brother was naturally drunk.

He was completely drunk, and he fell asleep for two days.

When he woke up, his head was still groggy.

It wasn't until he ran the side of the power that the smell of alcohol was gone.

Then he went to the front yard to find some food, and began to look around for the guards, asking about the situation of the past few days.

The guard answered the question very sincerely, but there was only one thing that made him a little confused.

"Tell me, what's the matter" Traceless glared at him immediately.

The guard couldn't resist the eyes of the little seventh brother, and hurriedly beckoned: "It's Marshal Luo who won't let me say it, she."

"Luo Zhen'er?" was taken aback, and immediately remembered talking to her that day. Randomly, he immediately turned around and rushed to the temple gate, and then found that his seven-colored bell was missing.

Lo Vera stole the seven-colored bells!

Without a Trace immediately turned to the guards and asked, "Where did she go?".

The guard nervously explained: "Marshal, she rode the phoenix bird yesterday and left the business district, and it seems that she has returned to the direction of Xiancheng."

Returning to Immortal City?Traceless frowned and said, "What else did she say?"

"She also said she remembered that night, and many things," the guard recalled.

Ah Wuxian finally woke up, and he also knew the reason why Luo Zhen'er borrowed the quasi-immortal treasure from herself.

She went in that direction.

Seeing Little Seventh Brother's expression, the guard also knew that he was in trouble, and hurriedly pointed to the void.

Traceless immediately strode into the void and unleashed his sword skills and rushed straight to the place.

The speed of the colorful phoenix bird, without a trace, is known, and at this time, Luo Zhen'er is probably already outside the scope of the business district.

However, Traceless would never allow her to do stupid things, even if she had a quasi-immortal treasure, she would not be able to fight against the huge power of the Elders.

If she goes like this, she is undoubtedly sent to death.

Traceless was anxious, if before the business district was besieged, she only had sympathy for Luo Zhen'er, and now Traceless felt like her own sister-in-law.

Her behavior of sacrificing her life to protect the little beggars has long been recognized by the new business district.

Naturally, it also affected Traceless's opinion of this unruly girl.