Snowflakes fell from the sky in clusters, fluttering wildly with the north wind. The woods were bare, with only the shadows of countless tree trunks overlapping, stretching into the distance, and gradually disappearing into a white expanse.

The Taoist stood in the snow a little dazed, not knowing where he was now. He had just meditated cross-legged for a while, and suddenly lost consciousness, and then he reacted and there he was. And—the sight is somewhat familiar.

Isn't this the forest where I met Yun Random?!

He reacted suddenly, took a few steps tentatively forward, and found that his feet were actually stuck in the snow, and he tried to get lucky, only to feel that his hands were empty, and nothing could be found.

This strange place actually limited all his mana, and the current Dao Master was almost no different from a mortal, if that Gu Eagle suddenly popped out at this time, he was unarmed, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to deal with it. Thinking of this, the Dao Chief couldn't help but be vigilant, holding his breath and concentrating, listening carefully to the movements around him.

The forest was quiet, as if it didn't want to tell him anything. The Taoist walked around for a while, and actually began to feel a little cold, it seems that he can't stay here for long. There weren't many magic circles that could trap him now, especially the ones that could drain his mana. He was a little curious about who the person who was manipulating this magic circle was, so he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

I don't know if I've met Yun Xian now, if this is really the forest at that time, then going forward should be-

Sure enough, the seemingly crumbling wooden house appeared in front of him, and the chimney on the roof was steaming, indicating that there were people inside. There was only one grave next to the house, which meant that her grandfather was still at this time. The Michijo's heart could not help but beat wildly, and he stepped forward almost three steps and two steps forward and pushed the door open—the door did not move, and he himself passed through it.

What's going on? Why do you feel like you're dead now? He looked down at his hands with some confusion, and then looked up again, and found that next to the stove, Yun Shu was standing on a small bench, scooping the white porridge in the pot with a spoon.

More than half a year had passed, and he had almost forgotten what she looked like when he first saw Yun Xian, and now when he saw it, she was thin and small, and the clothes on her body were all fat. The face also didn't look rounded as it does now. The Taoist couldn't help but have a sour nose, and called out with a tentative attitude: "Apprentice, it's me!"

The little man on the bench didn't react, she just put the porridge into two bowls with some difficulty, and carefully brought it to the wooden table next to her. The white porridge looked steaming, and the Taoist reached out his hand, but he didn't feel anything.

During this time, the Taoist tried a variety of methods, including shouting, running around, passing through her body, trying to knock over the dishes, and finally had to be convinced that he was indeed dead in this place, and she could not see or hear him.

What the hell is the owner of this circle going to do? Could it be that he thinks he misses Yun too casually, so he asked him to come and take a look? This obviously doesn't make sense.

But now it's a glance. The Taoist thought so in his heart, so he simply looked at it openly in front of her, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that his apprentice was good-looking. I saw that she set up the chopsticks again, climbed onto a stool and sat obediently, but her legs were dangling restlessly, as if waiting for her grandfather to return.

By the way, and her grandfather!

The Taoist chief was shocked, and quickly turned around and walked out of the house. At this time, if it had been in time, the old man would not have died! He looked left and right, roughly discerned the direction, and quickly ran towards a place. He forgot that he didn't have mana, and he just subconsciously wanted to save people, not to mention that person was still Yun Shu's relative.

In the distance, two figures appeared. The Taoist chief was more determined in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to jump over, but he almost tripped over the branch buried in the snow. As soon as I looked down, I was confronted by the blood that was gradually spreading in the snow.

No, this snow is-

In front of him stood a person who was exactly the same as the Taoist leader, and there was a splash of blood on the Taoist robe. He lowered his head and grinned coldly at the old man on the ground, holding a heart in his hand.

A fresh, hot heart, still dripping with blood. The old man on the ground had a big hole in his heart, and his flesh and blood were already blurred.

At that moment, the Dao Leader only felt that the blood in his body seemed to be coagulated. He had never seen himself like this, and he never felt that he could be like this, this feeling was so weird.

How is this different? Why did "I" kill her grandfather? What the hell is this array trying to tell me?

There was a sound of feet stepping on the snow behind him, and the Taoist chief immediately turned his head with a grim expression, and his heart fell to the bottom.

She saw this demon-like Taoist leader. The one who held her grandfather's heart in his hand, covered in blood and sin, was still smiling...... All these things add up, and they almost destroy him.

"No," he began to defend eagerly, standing between her and the man, trying to block Yun's casual gaze with his own body, "I didn't kill him, this person is not my ......"

He didn't know how many years he hadn't defended something like this. He had always hated rambling and repetition the most. But now he has begun to do this, because in the face of Yun Arbitrary, he is a little out of control.

But Yun casually couldn't hear it, her legs were so weak that she could barely stand, she screamed in fright, her whole body began to tremble, and she wanted to turn around and run away, but the "Dao Chief" suddenly appeared behind her with a sneer.

"Run!" "Run!" the Dao Leader had no mana, he yelled, and stretched out his hand almost in vain, but he pounced, and he almost collapsed as he watched as the man aimed his hand at Yun Random's heart—

"Don't!"

The Taoist stood in the snow in some shock, the tears on his face still dry. The woods were bare, with only the shadows of countless tree trunks overlapping, stretching into the distance, and gradually disappearing into a white expanse.