"Y-you-what are you going to do!"

Ting Lan's voice was full of fear.

At that time, in the hands of this black shadow, it was not easy to get out of danger. Now, I don't want to, so I'm right again.

These strange things! When will it be a head?

Everything is starting to change.

From the moment I didn't listen to my master and had to run around, I started to change.

First the cultivation was completely destroyed, and then he was captured by the bad and fierce Ting Yi Fairy from Mushu Palace. Then, by this black shadow, blocked in the valley of death. Then, with great difficulty, he escaped from the valley of death, not wanting to stumble into it, and went to the mortal world. Fortunately, his life was great, and he finally returned to the Nine Heavens from the mortal world.

After I came back, I didn't want to repair myself, and it went up a bit. At that time, I was happy.

As a result, now, it's just a sleep in the snow pavilion, why is it inexplicable that this black shadow is matched again?

This black shadow is so frightening!

What must I do to escape from this man once again?

"Do you remember me?" said the black shadow's tone, with a faint banter.

"Y-you-what are you going to do?" Ting Lan's voice was full of fear.

The black shadow, with a glance, saw the white teacup on the white table. In the teacup, there seems to be unfinished tea.

The black shadow, with some shock in his eyes, said, "You can actually drink tea here?"

In his mind, a bright and compelling face and a cold tone appeared, which are still vivid in his mind.

"This set of tea sets, except for me, no one will listen to them. ”

Ting Lan naturally didn't know the meaning of his words, and she didn't feel that drinking tea here was such a surprising loss.

The tea set here is so empathetic, but it is very rare.

She didn't speak. A small white face, at this moment, full of bitter gourd color. What do you have to do to escape?

At these times, these things encountered are much more tricky than the things that I encountered in the 30,000 years of time in the Snow Pavilion!

What to do?!

Her heart was very sad.

Such a black shadow, on that rainy night, has already shown its strength. The difference in cultivation between her and this black shadow is not an insurmountable gap.

Only outwitted.

If you want to outwit, you have to understand what kind of place this is. Here, how can we deliver a message to the Master?

After figuring out these things, her heart calmed down a lot.

These things can be nothing! She cheered herself up from the bottom of her heart!

The 30,000 years in the snow pavilion have been spent safely. When his cultivation was completely ruined before, he didn't give up the hope in his heart. What's more, now that I have recovered a lot, my cultivation has risen a little!

Everything is getting better!

"Who the hell are you?" asked the black shadow in a faint voice.

Ting Lan lowered her eyelids and said, "I am a disciple of the High Priest of the Snow Pavilion, Ting Lan. Who are you?"

A black shadow burst into laughter.

A penetrating sound, with earth-shattering vibrations and an indescribably distant familiarity.

The black shadow in front of him, in the seemingly grotesque behavior, there is something that he can't ignore.

What is that kind of thing?

There's no way to ignore it, there's no way to figure it out, what is it?

The smile of the black shadow finally stopped in the cave. In the cramped cave, you can still hear echoes one after another.

The echo in the empty cave was terrifying.

"Who am I?" In the black shadow, the tone was full of vicissitudes. In the vicissitudes of life, people feel uncomfortable. I can't tell what the discomfort is, but I feel as if there is something in my diaphragm.

"I don't even remember myself. The tone full of vicissitudes of life makes people can't help but sigh.

"Then why did you arrest me here?" Ting Lan asked in a low voice.

A black shadow, smiling openly.

"Because I want to know, who the hell are you. ”

Frank words, people can't get angry.

It's because I don't know who I am, so I want to arrest myself. Such an old immortal is very unscrupulous!

In the past 30,000 years, she thinks that there are many immortals she knows, and they are all immortals who can be ranked. These high-ranking immortals have not seen a single one who acts like this.

What kind of way is such a bold and reckless immortal?!

Such vicissitudes are voices, and it doesn't seem to be young.

The immortals of the older generation, are they all like this?

At the very least, the Ziwei Emperor she knew was not like this.

Aren't those immortals of the older generation all dragons missing?

This immortal with the power of darkness has caught himself twice. Is it true, not knowing who you are?

Is he here for Xue Ge or for Shizun?

Over the years, the Snow Pavilion hasn't offended people much, right?! The entire Nine Heavenly Immortals have been more or less blessed by the Snow Pavilion.

"I told you everything, I am a disciple of the High Priest of the Snow Pavilion, Ting Lan. Ting Lan spoke of his identity again.

"No," the black shadow said firmly, "you're not Tinglan at all. Ting Lan is a non-existent immortal, and your true identity, I haven't figured it out yet. ”

"Y-you- how can you do this?!" Ting Lan was a little anxious. "I'm Ting Lan. This matter, Master Zun knows, Ling Xiao Hall knows, and the immortals of the entire Nine Heavens know it!"

"But you're not Tinglan. A black shadow, a firm tone.

"I said I am, I am!" Ting Lan's temper came up.

"If you're Ting Lan, how can you use the tea set here?" a black shadow, his tone cold and indifferent.

"This-this-this has anything to do with who I am, and what does it matter?" Ting Lan's tone was full of uncertainty.

"Many years ago, the person who designed this tea set told me that no one could drive this tea set except herself. "The black shadow, word by word.

"Maybe this tea set is broken! Hasn't it been many years?" Ting Lan's tone was indescribably serious.

"Okay, don't fight with me, think about who you really are. When you think clearly, I'll let you out. With that, the black shadow dodged away.

In the entire stone cave, only Tinglan remained.

When no one is talking, it's eerily quiet. It's almost suffocating.

For the first time, Ting Lan felt an unprecedented depression.

I'm not Tinglan, who is it?

Is it possible, can you still be that feather illusion?

Really!

What's going on?