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Pushing open the door of the palace that had been sealed for a long time, the Taiwei sword rested quietly on the sword stand.

"Taiwei, after seven years, you can still know me. Qin Luo stood in front of the sword stand and whispered softly.

The sword is too slightly immovable!

"This is Nanlou Yue, the sword I took in the Burial Sword Valley. Qin Luo said slowly and seriously, and solemnly took out the short sword in his hand.

In an instant, the sword qi shook.

The sword frame under the Taiwei sword shattered instantly.

The purple qi rushed straight to Nanlou Yue, and Nanlou Yue was not to be outdone, and the frost condensed, confronting the purple qi.

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In a dusty space, I couldn't see anything clearly, it was blurry, as if something was covering my eyes, and no matter how I wiped it, I still couldn't see what was in front of me.

It only felt as if something was about to come out of the ground, the red blood turned into scorching magma, and the sun, moon and stars fell to the ground, forming a series of sparks.

A high-hanging palace was smashed by the stars and reduced to pieces.

It's like the end of the world!

In such a devastating scene, it is surprisingly quiet.

“...... Demon ...... Wreak havoc...... Stop—" An old, deep voice came from afar, intermittently inaudible.

The fire of heaven scorched all living beings, and broken bodies could be seen everywhere, regardless of race, old and young, and mourning.

I was in it, but I couldn't open my eyes and move my body.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The cracking sound shook the heavens and the earth.

A dazzling purple divine light fell from the sky, shattering the falling stars, and when the purple divine light landed, it formed a sharp long sword to suppress the imminent movement below.

......

The person lying on the ground was breathing rapidly, a pair of black eyes suddenly opened, the streamer in his eyes faded instantly, and he looked at the giant tree covering the sky above his head in a daze, and his mind was blank.

Is it a dream?

Why don't you remember anything?

The shabby linen clothes were tightly wrapped around his body, his body was thin, his long dry and scattered hair was still covered with broken leaves and withered grass, and a calloused hand was covered on his face, and the black and yellow skin could be seen half-covered and half-hidden, vaguely the appearance of a woman.

Next to it is a fire made of stones in a circle, and there are still some ashes, which is a little messy.

Who is she? Where is she? Where is this?

It wasn't until her eyes were a little sour that the woman pulled the hair on her forehead, got up and sat up, and the look on her face was even more confused.

Her body looked like she was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, her clothes were downward, and her hair bun had become a mess because she was sleeping, and when she saw the wooden hairpin that had fallen next to her, she reached out and picked it up, skillfully pulled up her hair, and fixed it with a wooden hairpin.

Look at the fire next to you.

Is this the fire she lit?

She slept here yesterday, not dead, not hurt, a little hungry, didn't want to move......

Sitting quietly on the stone, without curiosity or fear, as if the instincts of the body had become accustomed to everything around him, but he had no impression of everything.

It wasn't until there was a sound of footsteps nearby that she put away her divergent thoughts, looked at the sound, but her hand involuntarily stretched out to her waist, there was something that could protect her, a white bone knife was held in her hand in an instant, and then her whole body hid behind a tree, and her sensitive movements were very different from the appearance of Fang Cai.

A little boy of seven or eight years old appeared, dressed in the same shabby linen clothes, holding in his hands a few green fruits, reddish and peck marks from birds.

The young man looked left and right, the dense bushes were full of strange rocks, snakes, insects, rats and ants were hidden under the weeds, and there was no human figure in the sound of insects and birds.

Was it abandoned? The innocent smile on the young man's face instantly stepped down.

Looking at the boy carefully through the trees, comparing the two of them with the same type of equipment, she felt that the little boy's Ah Luo should be calling her.

Is her name Aluo?

Can't remember.

Seeing the young man's increasingly lost appearance, he then put away the bone knife and walked out from behind the tree.

After speaking, he put the fruit in his hand on the ground and pointed to the animal skin bag hanging from Ah Luo's waist.

"There's a notebook in that leather bag, and you're going to record the events of the day, and you're going to see it first, and I'll clean up the fire first, and you'll eat the fruits, and we'll set off when you're done." ”

Ah Luo Yiyan opened the animal skin bag, there were three things, a folded parchment roll, a purse full of charcoal, and the notebook that the boy said, thick and heavy, the cover was wrapped in animal skin, and inside was yellowed paper, full of handwriting, at a glance dense and dense, looking big.

Ah Luo put all three things on the stone, a little hesitant.

Qin Yun carefully buried the fire, seeing this, as if he had become accustomed to it: "Sister Aluo, you can look at the parchment scroll first, there are few words on it." ”

When I opened the parchment scroll, the handwriting on it appeared to have been soaked in black ink, and the notes were neat.

In a dusty space, I couldn't see anything clearly, it was blurry, as if something was covering my eyes, and no matter how I wiped it, I still couldn't see what was in front of me.

It only felt as if something was about to come out of the ground, the red blood turned into scorching magma, and the sun, moon and stars fell to the ground, forming a series of sparks.

A high-hanging palace was smashed by the stars and reduced to pieces.

It's like the end of the world!

In such a devastating scene, it is surprisingly quiet.

“...... Demon ...... Wreak havoc...... Stop—" An old, deep voice came from afar, intermittently inaudible.

The fire of heaven scorched all living beings, and broken bodies could be seen everywhere, regardless of race, old and young, and mourning.

I was in it, but I couldn't open my eyes and move my body.

"Kill, kill, kill!" The cracking sound shook the heavens and the earth.

A dazzling purple divine light fell from the sky, shattering the falling stars, and when the purple divine light landed, it formed a sharp long sword to suppress the imminent movement below.

......

The person lying on the ground was breathing rapidly, a pair of black eyes suddenly opened, the streamer in his eyes faded instantly, and he looked at the giant tree covering the sky above his head in a daze, and his mind was blank.

Is it a dream?

Why don't you remember anything?

The shabby linen clothes were tightly wrapped around his body, his body was thin, his long dry and scattered hair was still covered with broken leaves and withered grass, and a calloused hand was covered on his face, and the black and yellow skin could be seen half-covered and half-hidden, vaguely the appearance of a woman.

Next to it is a fire made of stones in a circle, and there are still some ashes, which is a little messy.

Who is she? Where is she? Where is this?

It wasn't until her eyes were a little sour that the woman pulled the hair on her forehead, got up and sat up, and the look on her face was even more confused.

Her body looked like she was no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, her clothes were downward, and her hair bun had become a mess because she was sleeping, and when she saw the wooden hairpin that had fallen next to her, she reached out and picked it up, skillfully pulled up her hair, and fixed it with a wooden hairpin.

Look at the fire next to you.

Is this the fire she lit?

She slept here yesterday, not dead, not hurt, a little hungry, didn't want to move......

Sitting quietly on the stone, without curiosity or fear, as if the instincts of the body had become accustomed to everything around him, but he had no impression of everything.