The wind whistled in his ears, and Qinghe opened his eyes in the whiteness.

The sound of shouts and whistles filled her mind, and the tall buildings in front of her were towering and the traffic was busy.

Qinghe stood in the middle of the road, stunned for a few seconds. She looked at her feet, then around her, and felt unreal.

She stretched out her hand to condense her spiritual power, only to find that her spiritual power was gone.

"Am I back?" she murmured.

There are many people coming and going, and everyone has a smile on their face, and it is not a fake smile, but a smile from the heart, and it seems that everyone is really happy.

Qinghe stared at them for a long time, such a scene seemed counterintuitive, and he couldn't help but think: What is there to be happy about?

Suddenly hit by someone, Qinghe stabilized his center of gravity, looked up and found a teenage boy with a skateboard in his hand, realized that he had hit someone, so he turned around and said to Qinghe: "Sorry, I hit you." ”

Qinghe didn't respond, just stared into his eyes.

The little boy seemed to wait for her to say it was okay, and just stood there motionless, but the smile on his face never disappeared.

Qinghe still didn't speak.

The other party waited for a few seconds and didn't respond, and urged her: "You should tell me it's okay, say it quickly!"

Qinghe replied to him: "Why do you say it's okay?"

"You said it's okay, I'll go!" the little boy was a little anxious, and even his tone changed, but his smile only increased.

Seeing that the other party was so anxious that he began to stomp his feet, Qinghe finally spoke: "It's okay. ”

After hearing these three words, the little boy seemed to be relieved, and he didn't stop for a second, and walked away without looking back.

Qinghe looked up at the sky, the sun's rays were sufficient, and they were warm on his body. After a moment, she reached out with a hand over her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled slightly.

When she saw the little boy's eyes, she understood that she had not returned, and that this place was just an illusion.

No one has such a strange expression on their faces, smiling at all times, but their eyes are not smiling at all, they are dull, as ignorant as a doll that has been manipulated.

The problem is found, but the solution is not a clue.

Qinghe sat on a bench on the side of the street and began to think about life.

There is no illusion in the book, and I don't know if it's because she's a small supporting role, so all the copies about her are not mentioned, but now that things have happened, there is no plug-in, so I can only save myself.

According to her previous experience of reading online articles, she found that when the protagonist strayed into the illusion, whenever he hurt himself and others, the illusion would collapse, and then it would break itself.

Qinghe stared at her wrist, hesitating to try a stab, and suddenly the distant whistle made her react in a trance.

She immediately dispelled this thought, pouted and said, "I still don't want it, I'm afraid of pain." ”

After sitting for a long time, the lively scene in front of him kept changing, and it was not until the sun was about to set that Qinghe stood up.

She didn't know what kind of city it was, she had never seen such a tall building, even in the real world, she hadn't been to many places, and the only impression she remembered was that boxy yard and dilapidated streets.

Prosperity is actually nothing special in her eyes, it is always a small world, just a little content.

The sun had completely disappeared, and Qinghe felt a cool night breeze blowing, and it was getting dark.

*

After Mo Junqian came out of the Lingxiao Palace, he went straight to Luhua Terrace, he wanted to see Qinghe immediately, and wanted to tell her as soon as possible that Qi Changfeng had accepted him as an apprentice, and from now on, he could live in Qingyun Sect and see her every day.

The male protagonist's mind before the blackening was still very simple.,Although it's already very restrained.,But the bright light in his eyes can't hide it.。

Only tonight he was doomed to disappointment.

Revodel was very calm, there was no familiar warm light in the cabin, and the swing under the maple trees creaked in the wind.

She's not there.

Mo Junqian searched around Luhuatai but couldn't find it, and after looking in the sect for half an hour, he still didn't find it, and the expression on his face gradually changed from expectation to disappointment.

Going around and back to Rev Terrace, Mo Junqian sat on the big stone slab, the moonlight above his head hit his face, and he raised his hand to cover it.

"Senior sister, where have you been?"

The night wind blew away his whisper, but unfortunately she didn't hear it.

*

"New store opening! New store opening! 5% discount! Welcome to the store!"

"**Milk tea is discounted, half price for the second cup!

"Xinjiang big meat skewers! five pieces of one skewer, ten pieces of three skewers......"

Qinghe munched on an ice cream and strolled down the snack street, she sincerely thanked the person who created the illusion, although the people didn't do it well, but there was a lot of food, and it was delicious, so that she couldn't stop it.

Breaking her fingers, she has been here for three days, I don't know how long it has been in reality, but she is not in a hurry, after all, her role is not over, God will not let her be trapped here for a lifetime, it is only a matter of time before she finds the exit.

Walking through the snack street is a playground, and you can hear the cheers of children when you get close.

Roller coasters, merry-go-rounds, and pirate ships were all full of children, but Ran Qinghe noticed the revolving flying chair not far away.

Compared to other children's full seats, this rotating flying chair can be said to be a dismal business, with more than 20 seats, only a few people sitting on it, and their faces are blank and dull, looking out of place in this playground full of laughter.

I was about to step forward to find out, and suddenly there was a sound of the big pendulum clock "bell" on the tall building behind him, the sound was harsh, Qinghe subconsciously turned his head to look, and the moment he just turned around, suddenly there was a piercing cry from the side of the rotating flying chair!

The child's small body crossed the sky, and because of inertia, it was thrown out with full force and speed. Even though it was far away, Qinghe could still see the horror and helplessness on the child's face.

The body fell heavily on the asphalt road, and the bones were shattered and twisted, and they were bent into a posture that was difficult for ordinary people to do.

Qinghe clenched his fist and withdrew the hand that wanted to catch the child.

It was an extremely dangerous scene, but the crowd of people came and went without noticing, and they were still happily walking on the street, as if they were accustomed to it.

Qinghe came to the child's corpse, squatted down to observe carefully, and as soon as his fingertips touched the corpse, it instantly turned into golden points of light and floated into the air.

The point of light continued upwards until it floated above the rotating flying chair, and then slowly disappeared.

Qinghe's eyes shrank slightly, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and said, "The exit has been found." ”

It took a lot of effort to climb to the top of the rotating flying chair, this thing was twenty or thirty meters high, and Qinghe stood on it, as if he could touch the sky with his hand.

When I got closer, I realized that the golden points of light had not disappeared, but were all attached to a white line, a slender white line that passed through the clouds, and the other end led to the rotating flying chair below.

Qinghe turned his head to look around at the other amusement projects and found that there was a white line in the sky above them, but the distance was too far away to see clearly.

This strange operation reminded Qinghe of the marionettes performed by jugglers, a few white lines can easily control a puppet, perhaps the owner of this fantasy world did this.

If everything here is controlled by a white line, then this white line is the key, as long as the white line is cut, the puppet will lose traction, and the illusion will be broken.

Thinking of this, Qinghe sat on the top cover and began to think of a way to cut the white line.

Her current spiritual power can't be exerted, so she can only rely on external forces, but this kind of treasure, like a magic weapon, can not be destroyed by external forces.

Just as he was frowning and distressed, the Great Light Spell on his tail finger suddenly emitted a dull golden light. Surprised, Qinghe took off the ring and put it in the palm of his hand.

"It turns out that you can exert your spiritual power, say, why did you pretend to be dead before?"

The Great Light Spell jumped in the air a few times, and a line of words appeared in front of his eyes-

"Someone has passed on my strength. ”

Qinghe was puzzled: "Does anyone still know that I have entered Fu Mountain?"

In any case, it is better to have someone to help than no one, as long as you have spiritual power, it is much easier to cut the white line.

Closing her eyes lightly and taking a deep breath, the Great Light Mantra surrounded Qinghe left and right, transmitting power for her.

The feeling of spiritual power filling the whole body is simply not too good, light and comfortable, as if you are in the wind.

After running for a small week, Qinghe suddenly opened his eyes, a trace of dark light flashed in his eyes, and the golden light surrounded his body, and the undercurrent surged.

She suddenly raised her hand and slapped a palm, and a cluster of dazzling white light suddenly attacked the white line, and then the big light spell turned into a long sword, and then stabbed towards the white light, only to hear a "boom", the light exploded, and the white line broke!

Qinghe withdrew his sword and used the same method to break the other white threads, and after the last one was broken, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and the rumbling thunder resounded through the sky.

The black clouds that had been surrounding her seemed to be alive, and all gathered in the sky above her, gradually forming a huge whirlpool, thunder rolling, overwhelming, and the whirlpool was surrounded by lightning and storms, and the posture seemed to suck her into a charcoal-grilled loin.

Although she loves to eat, she has no preference for food, so she resists with all her might, and at the last moment of the thunder and lightning, she disappears.

To be exact, he was saved.

When she was wrapped around her waist by a force, taken out of the illusion, and stood on the third floor of the Tianshu Building, it was like a roller coaster.

From dream to reality, it's so fast.

After calming down a little, Qinghe said to the people in the house, "You saved me?"

In the dimly lit room, a little boy of eight or nine years old sat on the table, and the moonlight shone on him through the window, making his face clearer.

Qinghe noticed that he had a red rope on his right wrist, and the red rope was wearing a bronze coin, and the little boy stroked it from time to time, and the movements were very gentle.

"I just felt the breath of the old people. ”

Qinghe followed his gaze to the Great Light Charm in her hand.

The hand stroked lightly, and said, "It is a magic weapon given to me by Zhu Yuan's senior, do you know him?"

The little boy narrowed his eyes: "I didn't expect the Great Light Spell to choose you, if you ...... That's it. ”

This was said strangely, Qinghe instantly heard the meaning, and asked: "You just said that I was chosen by the Great Light Curse, isn't Senior Zhu Yuan its master before?"

The little boy looked out the window: "It's all in the past, don't mention it." ”

Qinghe didn't ask, the little boy in front of him was by no means as simple as it seemed, with the strong power he could pull her out of the illusion, he could guess that his strength was far above her.

There are many strange things in this fantasy world, and Qinghe is not surprised why his cultivation is so high, but he still maintains the appearance of a child, and people who are about to be powerful have a little quirk.

In front of a child, she couldn't scream at the senior, so she simply asked, "May I ask the little benefactor's name?"

The boy looked up at her, his dark eyes glowing with the moonlight.

"Shen Xun. ”