Feather Fantasy!

Feather Fantasy!

Feather Fantasy !!

She's the Feather Fantasy!

The voice between heaven and earth, only this name remains. It's a name with a bit of a special meaning.

Begonia flowers, bright and brilliant - that was once planted by her own hands.

The beautiful woman, the woman who asked her, asked her over and over again, had died 30,000 years ago.

That beautiful woman is the emperor and queen of the Qingying Emperor of the Miaohua Realm, the Miaoyin Fairy.

That beautiful woman, who once taught herself, opened her mind, and soared to become an earth immortal.

That beautiful woman used to treat herself so well!

That beautiful woman was terminally ill 30,000 years ago. At that time, Qing Heng and Qing Yan's two children were born less than a month ago. In order to keep that beautiful woman, she once did a very crazy thing.

She persuaded the Qingying Emperor to use a kind of secretary to renew the life of the Miaoyin Fairy for 30,000 years.

As a price, she chose to jump into the pool of marrow washing, choosing to forget all the mess.

Thirty thousand years ago, that beautiful woman survived after jumping into the marrow washing pool.

As for himself, he was in the Miaohua Realm and never saw him again.

I don't know if Fairy Miaoyin has ever looked for herself after he left!

She's going to be sad. She's sure to feel sad!

She was so good to herself !! herself, but she chose not to say goodbye.

It turned out that the day when his cultivation was completely ruined, it was because he saw the remains of the Miaoyin Fairy!

She lay quietly on the bed made of white jade-like stone, remembered the past, and silently closed her eyes.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye.

It's been 30,000 years!

Those loves, those who can't ask for them, finally choose to disappear!

She finally remembered!

She is a small earth fairy in the Miaohua Realm, a feather fantasy fairy.

She sat up from the bed and looked at the white table, the white tea set, and the white stool in the cave.

I'm used to the dark light here. Without being careful, she could have walked naturally from the white bed she slept on, to the edge of the white table, and then touched the tea set.

She felt an unprecedented peace in her heart.

It turned out that the first time he saw the Qingying Emperor, the "feather illusion" he blurted out was really not a mistake in recognition.

Now, Emperor Qingying is his little uncle!

He came to the Snow Pavilion for what?!

Ting Lan felt that she couldn't figure it out.

For yourself?

Is that so?

Inside, she felt unlikely.

A person like the Emperor of the Green Shadow will only be interested in the Miaoyin Fairy. Most of his attention to himself is on the face of the Miaoyin Fairy.

Whatever!

In short, only I and Uncle Xiao know about the fact that I am a feather illusion.

The rest of the people don't know!

Then let's treat it as if it wasn't!

She felt that she had figured out who she was, so she sat down in her chair, turned the white cup, and whispered, "I know who I am." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow appeared in front of the white table.

He looked at the round white stool, there seemed to be fear in his eyes, and said coldly: "Have you figured it out?"

"I am the Feather Fantasy Fairy of Miaohua Realm, and I once studied under the emperor and queen of Miaohua Realm, Miaoyin Fairy. Later, by chance, I went to the Snow Pavilion. ”

Tinglan's voice was a little relaxed.

How could it not be easy!

That strange dream, and that spell-like sound!

"Feather Fantasy, will you regret it?"

"I won't!"

...............

That voice sounded in my head again.

Tinglan didn't feel scared anymore.

The fact of accepting his feather illusion is not so sad.

The only thing that made her feel a little lost was the wonderful sound fairy, probably really, never to come back.

The fairy body of the wonderful sound fairy is at the bottom of the lake of the dead. Can she go and pay a respect?

In the confusion in my heart, there is still a trace of melancholy, and there is a trace of sadness.

At that time, through the crystal coffin, I glanced at it from a distance, and it was completely destroyed. At that time, Fairy Miaoyin must still be complaining about herself.

In 30,000 years, I had never seen her.

"No, you're not!" a black shadow said in a cold tone.

How can a mere earth immortal let this tea set be driven by her?

"Do you know who left this cave?" asked the black shadow.

"Feather Fairy?" Ting Lan asked, puzzled.

"Of course not, it's another person, amazing, proud and conceited. It used to be my nemesis. The black shadow spoke in an indifferent tone.

"Ah?!" Ting Lan exclaimed, "since it's your nemesis, how can it be me?

"Count your little girl interesting!" The black shadow seemed to be very pleased with Ting Lan's self-knowledge.

Ting Lan smiled awkwardly and said, "I still have this idea." ”

The black shadow, whose tone returned to indifference, said, "Do you know, how to get out of here?"

"How do I know this?" Ting Lan was angry.

I don't know how to get out here, and I still caught myself here like this, and I still asked myself like this.

Don't you know where to get in?

Don't you even know how to get out?

"I didn't plan to get out of here since I came in. The black shadow said.

"Y-you-you-how can you do this!" Ting Lan was furious.

"But I'm going out! I don't want to stay here!" Ting Lan's volume was almost out of his control.

In the white cave, you can clearly hear the echo of Tinglan.

The echo was loud and loud, as if Ting Lan's words were louder and louder, and he said them again.

The black shadow, in an indifferent tone, said, "But I don't know how to get out of here." The last time I went out of here was many years ago, when my nemesis took me out. ”

"And what about your nemesis?" Ting Lan was anxious.

"She's dead. The black shadow was so indifferent that it seemed to say that the weather was really good today.

"Ah?!" Ting Lan was puzzled, "Your nemesis, isn't it an immortal? But how could an immortal die?"

"What if the gods are bent on death?" the black shadow was still indifferent.

"Single-mindedly seeking death?" Ting Lan muttered, struggling to digest the four words.

Immortals, why do you want to die?

What a strange fairy!

These doubts, these things that can't be seen clearly, are like vines, growing and growing in the bottom of her heart.

She knew that she was a feather illusion, and she was once a small earth immortal in the Miaohua Realm.

She felt that she had solved a big, big puzzle.

After hearing the black shadow, the four words "bent on death", she felt that the doubts in her heart seemed to be deeper.

Is the life of a fairy out of one doubt and into more doubts?

Is this the principle of cultivating immortals?