"Look what's in the box. ”

Qin Xi held her head, although she was not crying, she was trembling from crying, and she didn't move. He opened the wooden box and said in a low voice: "Zhen Zhen, there are many paintings inside, and there is a letter, signed by Xu Rui." ”

Seeing her turn his head to look, he opened the envelope, and Xu Rui's handwriting was the same as the impression he left on Jimeng, dignified and steady.

The letter slightly mentioned some things about the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness, when the bee demon Yao Gu in order to write a script, pretending to be a dream to stay in the palace, after successfully escaping, he added oil and vinegar to the book and conceived it into a chapter, and handed it over to the storytellers and gentlemen to play on their own, who wanted to provoke the thunder and anger of the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness, and the blood flowed like a river, and the script was banned and not allowed to circulate.

Xu Rui couldn't help but have a chestnut in the letter, Emperor Nanhuang was like this, and he couldn't imagine what it would look like if the dream fell back into his hands, and because of this, he finally gradually accepted that she was with Ling Huyu, at least every time he saw her, she was laughing.

It's just that the good times don't last long, and when the dream is delivered, the fox feather suddenly goes crazy, and seems to want to try the lonely lotus to give birth, and the letter reads: "Every time I move, I stab myself with a knife, and blood is all over the mattress." ”

The blood on Jimeng's body was all Linghu Yu, and the Divine Soul Contract slyly hibernated until she gave birth before it was violently activated, and she had no ability to release her thoughts to stop it. Sinu's childbirth was already difficult, and when she encountered this mutation, she was about to die.

Ling Hu Yu finally launched the Lonely Lotus Nursery, and little by little polished the huge idea of sending dreams into a needle, and put it into the fetal sea of knowledge. Soon, he gave all his cultivation to the child. This thing that killed Jimeng with his own hands, he did it extremely meticulously and focusedly, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Just as the Divine Soul was sent to the last step, Xu Rui followed his previous instructions, clenched the sword, and once he realized that something was wrong, he would immediately behead him.

Ling Hu Yu did not devote himself to his soul as Mr. expected, he just made a movement that he would do every day, gently pressed his forehead against the bloody forehead of Jimeng, and his voice was very soft, but very steady: "We protect Zhen Zhen very well, don't worry." I don't burn paper, I don't erect monuments, I'll go with you. ”

The divine power of the deep valley was exhausted, and he picked up the unspeakable and unmoved dream, left the stone house, and met the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness.

The last bit of aura left made him ignite the ignition talisman, and Jimeng's body was quickly burned to ashes, and he also died under the thunder of the Southern Wilderness Emperor as he wished, shattered into a piece of blue ash, and entangled with her.

From then on, he will no longer be manipulated by Mr., and he has fulfilled his promise to go together.

The child, who poured all the hopes of his parents, was quietly taken away by Xu Rui, and left a letter in Juling Yutian to give to her in the future, so that she could fully understand the events of the past, and by the way, she also wrote down her doubts and speculations.

Every time Ling Hu Yu mentions the controller of the Divine Soul Contract, there is only the word "sir", and even under the protection of the dream thought, there is no way to indicate the true body of that person, Xu Rui guesses that the person who started should be his master, and only the master of the vein of the Taishang pulse can have such skills, so that Hu Yu has been in the first and second veins, then, Mr. is either the master of the big vein or the master of the second vein, and there is no one else.

Taishang Mai is a huge immortal gate above all the immortal gates, the main vein and the second vein master are the pinnacle above the monks, there is no evidence, Xu Rui can't do anything, so that the matter of fox feather and the favorite concubine has been spread in a mess in the world, this lingering and bloody old past can only be slept in the jade and letters, waiting for the future to be discovered.

Xu Rui kept his promise to send dreams, did not trap the child in Juling Yutian, he would take her all over the wilderness and see different scenery.

Qin Xi only felt that the fox Zhenzhen trembled violently, and couldn't help lowering her head and gently holding her face, she cried as if she was out of breath, she had never seen anyone cry like this, her face was full of water droplets.

"Little sister, don't cry, let's take a look at the painting. ”

He rolled up his sleeves to wipe her tears, and with a flick of his fingertips, a soft wind blew up all the remaining drawing papers in the wooden box and spread them out in front of him. The landscape is dyed with ink, the heaven and the earth are blank, and the paintings on it are all the landscapes of the Middle Earth.

"They've been in one place all the time. Qin Xi wiped her wet eyelashes, "Souls and dreams go hand in hand, and they have never been separated." ”

Emperor Nanhuang, who was waiting outside the house, heard the movement and said hurriedly: "Can Lone see it?"

Qin Xi said lightly: "I'm afraid it's not what Your Majesty wants to see." ”

The door of the house was opened by the wind, the Emperor of the Southern Wilderness rushed in, and the Zhedan Immortals followed behind, and at first glance they were stunned for a moment when they saw the paintings all over the house held up by the wind.

"Is this a sacred artifact in the deep valley as a mausoleum?" the Zhedan Immortal twisted up a stone house the size of a fingernail from the wooden box, and was surprised and sighed, "It turns out that I have dreamed of a thousand years ago. ”

Qin Xiqi said: "Illusion? Isn't it really a thousand years ago?"

"Whether it is true or false, the deep valley is a mausoleum that only gives the scene of a thousand years ago, but it does not leave the cause, that is, there is only oneself in heaven and earth. The Zhedan Immortal touched the small stone house in the palm of his hand, "This is a thing created by a god named Ling in ancient times, I heard that it is a very lonely god, but it seems that the divine power of the god has been exhausted and can no longer be used." ”

As soon as the words fell, he saw that the Southern Wilderness Emperor took his palm away from the relict jade, and almost staggered back a few steps. His face suddenly turned pale, his eyes also turned pale, and only one pitch-black pupil was erect, and it was obvious that he had a slightly demonic appearance under the agitation of his heart.

"How can this be...... he muttered, "the dream is not forced by Ling Fox Feather...... I am the one who keeps her at peace...... Did I kill her?"

Qin Xi said slowly: "Ling Hu Yu is bent on death, and His Majesty has fulfilled him." ”

Emperor Nanhuang looked at the jade in front of him in a daze, thinking of the long pursuit more than fifty years ago, he had the obsession of saving the dream, but it turned out to be a big mistake.

In front of him, there seemed to be a shadow covered with black mist, standing on the deep and gorgeous corridor of the Desolate Emperor Palace, like a flower blooming in the deep palace, waiting for his care and love. He always thought he had given her what she wanted, and he was annoyed that she had refused again and again.

She never asked for it, so it was, so it was.

Everyone only felt that the majestic demon power began to gather, and a circle of dragon-like black demon clouds loomed - not good! The Southern Wilderness Emperor was really going to completely show his demon appearance under the tremor of his heart!

Zhedan Immortal hurriedly spoke: "Your Majesty, calm down. Everything is in the past. ”

It's the past, but it's the unexpected.

Emperor Nanhuang looked up to the sky and sighed, and several lines of tears rolled down his pale cheeks. No wonder she never dreams, he even claims to protect her, but in fact he is a sharp blade to persecute her.

He didn't wipe away his tears, and turned around in a daze: "From beginning to end, it was my fault." ”

He jumped to his feet, suddenly transformed into a huge and incomparable snake, roared and rushed into the sky, until he could no longer see it, the terrible roar still echoing in the clouds.

The Zhedan Immortal sighed, turned around and looked around at the ink paintings suspended in the air, gradually revealing a look of almost gratification, and said softly: "This is the painting of the dream, that is her beloved?

No, these must be the scenery of Middle-earth that Ling Fox Yu and she described, although they did not go, they made a painting in their dreams, and the soul seemed to have been.

Seeing thousands of mountains and traveling thousands of rivers, they have always been together.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen finally stopped crying and said in a low voice: "Mother and father have been to many places and made their wish come true. ”

Outside the window, the wind whistled happily, pulling the wooden window to squeak, and the flowers and trees were blown into a heavy snow with petals, and the Zhedan Immortal smiled happily, and tears flashed in his eyes: "Good! so handsome!

Xu Rui's letter was blown into his palm by the wind, he looked at it with tears in his eyes for a moment, and said lightly: "He is still like this, everything is promised." ”

Linghu Zhenzhen asked, "Zhedan Immortal, uncle...... Xu Rui is also a thinker?"

Zhedan Immortal shook his head: "He is a descendant of the Ancient Gentleman Kingdom, and he has always been a gentleman with good manners and promises. ”

He put the letter back in the envelope and asked De Cihe, "Can you tell the old man about what they are doing outside?"

It was a short but tumultuous story.

Ling Fox Zhenzhen said for a long time, maybe she had expected the tragic ending, but the Zhedan Immortal did not make a big sigh, but only sighed for a moment: "I have never heard of this magic spell of the Divine Soul Contract, it must have been created by that gentleman himself, and this person is so good." ”

Being able to be the master of the first and second veins of Taishang is naturally good, no matter which one of them is an immortal saint, it is no different from a disaster.

Qin Xi rubbed the corners of his sore forehead, he hadn't slept for many days, his brain might have been tired, and he really couldn't guess who the Immortal Saint was.

Seeing that it was getting late, the Zhedan Immortals warmly stayed with guests: "It's not early, you might as well stay in Juling for a few more days, there are many guest rooms." ”

Ling Fox Zhenzhen said lightly: "Can I live in my mother's house?"

"Of course, if you have a dream, I also hope to be closer to my children. "Zhedan Immortals are quite kind.

Qin Xi looked at Ling Fox Zhenzhen's red eyes and asked gently, "Don't you need to be accompanied by your junior brother?"

She said "um", looking at the ink paintings that had been put together on the case, she had an unprecedented feeling of extreme tranquility in her heart, as if there was an extra sun in her stomach, and the endless warmth washed everything, and her voice became extremely soft: "I want to be with them today." ”

Qin Xi rubbed it twice on her head: "Then let it go to your parents first, and I'll take over in two days." ”