Xue Qing was in an unfamiliar space at this time, and a woman who looked exactly like her appeared in front of her.

When she saw this woman, Xue Qing's first reaction in her mind was: "This is the Purple Han Immortal!"

She was very sure that the woman in front of her, whose temperament was very different from her own, but her appearance was exactly the same, was Zihan Shangxian.

Yao remembers that when he was in the Northern Ice Cave, he had seen Zi Han, and the person in front of him was the same as Zi Han Shangxian in terms of temperament and appearance.

Therefore, Xue Qing was sure that the person in front of her who was sullen and played the phoenix tail qin by herself was Zihan Shangxian.

"No, Fengweiqin, how is the Fengwei Qin in the hands of Zihan Shangxian?"

Xue Qing's eyes widened, feeling incredible.

The phoenix tail qin was obtained by himself in the side hall behind the Guanghan Hall in the Lingyue Secret Realm, how could it appear in the hands of the Zihan Immortal?

If this phoenix tail qin is really the object of the Purple Han Immortals, is it that the Guanghan Palace was also the Purple Han Immortals before?

Thinking of the Guanghan Hall in the space, Xue Qing couldn't react.

She felt that she was trapped in a huge net, and many of the anti-heaven opportunities she had obtained seemed to be related to the Purple Han Immortal.

Several questions swirled in Xue Qing's mind, such as: Why does this Purple Han Immortal's body have the same bloodline as herself?

Why is the body of the Purple Han Immortal so compatible with his soul so high?

And why are many of these anti-heaven opportunities that I get related to Zihan Shangxian?

These questions lingered one by one, but Xue Qing couldn't find the answer.

In the end, she could only conclude: it was very likely that she was the descendant of the Purple Han Immortal.

Unable to understand, Xue Qing shook her head slightly, and as a bystander, she quietly listened to the low and sad tune played by Zihan Shangxian.

Unconsciously, Xue Qing had sunk into this sad tune, and a tear slipped down involuntarily.

Song after song, the noble Zihan Shangxian gracefully played the tune that made Xue Qing's heart ache.

As if she was a purple cold immortal, Xue Qing felt the pain in her heart.

Just as Zi Han Shangxian was playing the phoenix tail qin attentively, a man with an extraordinary temperament and fairy spirit walked slowly towards Zi Han.

Xue Qing liked to see that the man's smooth and fair face was full of angular coldness;

His thick eyebrows were raised slightly rebelliously, and under the long, slightly curled eyelashes, the dark and deep ice eyes looked wild and uninhibited, evil and sexy.

He has a handsome nose and lips as pink as rose petals. His three-dimensional facial features are as handsome as a knife, and the whole person emits a kind of king aura that shocks the world, and his evil and handsome face frowns slightly at this time, as if he is in a bad mood.

The arrival of the man made Zihan Shangxian, who was indulging in the sound of the piano, pause the slender jade fingers that plucked the strings.

Xue Qing was also surprised by this noble and elegant man.

She had never seen such a man with such a temperament and a dusty appearance.

Even in the cultivation realm, Nangong Haoran, the first beautiful man, and his eldest brother, one of the top ten beautiful men, did not have the appearance and temperament of this man.

Xue Qing sighed, Zihan Shangxian put away the phoenix tail qin, adjusted his emotions, and a trace of sadness flashed on his beautiful face.

When the man saw Zihan Shangxian like this, his brows frowned slightly, and then he changed his smile and came to Zihan Shangxian, who was about to leave.

Purple Han Shangxian asked with concern:

"Zi Han, are you in a bad mood?"

Zihan Shangxian's sad face changed to coldness, and he paused his footsteps slightly, turned around and replied in a deep voice:

"Nope. ”

The man faced the cold eyes of the Zihan Immortal, and the steps forward paused, and then he smiled slightly, and said to the Purple Han Immortal:

"Zi Han, the so-called piano sound is the heart, I can understand it. Don't you think about that ruthless person anymore, can't you take a good look at the people around you?"

Xue Qing noticed that when the man said this to Zihan Shangxian, there seemed to be tears flashing in his eyes, and his tone was so sad, helpless and sad.

At this time, the Purple Han Immortal raised his head slightly......

Just as Xue Qing wanted to hear what they were saying, the picture gradually blurred, but the inexplicable grief in her heart lingered......

And beside the bed, Leng Jianhao, who was feeding Xue Qing a high-level healing pill, sensed that Xue Qing seemed to be about to wake up.

The hand that was holding the pill paused, with surprise in his eyes, and looked at Xue Qing who was about to wake up.

"Ahem......"

Xue Qing, who came back, coughed dryly, vaguely, as if there was a man sitting next to her.

"Who is this man?"

There was a strange man beside her, Xue Qing suddenly opened her eyes vigilantly.

In front of him, a man with an elegant temperament was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a high-grade healing pill in his hand, and his eyes were staring at him innocently.

Xue Qing looked carefully, this man had a fair complexion, a touch of handsomeness in his delicate facial features, and a touch of gentleness in his handsomeness.

Although his expression was dumbfounded, his clear eyes were smiling loyally.

Feeling that there was no malice in this man, Xue Qing's seriously injured body relaxed slightly.

At this moment, the worried voice of the little cutie in the space came:

"Sister, are you awake, how do you feel, did you hurt Yuanying?"

The cutie's tone was both eager and worried, which warmed Xueqing's heart.

The divine sense probed the whole body, although the Yuan Ying was injured, it was not broken, which was a blessing in misfortune!

Xue Qing breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and comforted the little cutie:

"Little cutie, it's not particularly serious, don't worry. ”

Seeing that Xue Qing said that it was not serious, the little cutie didn't believe it, knowing that her sister was the kind of person who liked to report good news and not bad news, so she didn't break Xue Qing.

And Leng Jianhao, who was in a daze, looked at the woman in front of him and was stunned.

The woman in front of her, who had just woken up, under the willow eyebrows, a pair of bright and clear eyes, under a tall and straight nose, a cherry mouth was all powder, even if it was a little dry because of the injury, it was still so delicate. Especially her fair and delicate skin, like a baby, makes people want to touch it.

Swallowing his saliva, Leng Jianhao felt that it was very inappropriate for him to stare at other women so quietly.

Feeling that he shouldn't be, he turned red with shame, touched the back of his head with both hands at a loss, and quickly lowered his head to hide the wrongness in his heart.

Xue Qing, who had just woken up, felt that her throat was a little uncomfortable, and she noticed that this person had no kindness, so she ignored him, took out a small bottle of spiritual spring water from the storage bracelet, and drank it slowly.

With the nourishment of some spiritual spring water, her somewhat smoking throat was much more comfortable, so she did not alarm the person who was struggling and radiated her divine consciousness.

Finding himself on top of a flying boat, which contained only himself and the man, plus the three Tsukiji monks in the other room, he guessed something that might have happened after he was injured.

Retracting her senses, Xue Qing asked the man who looked a little stupid:

"You saved me?"