The rain was pouring down, and Tinglan's clothes and hair were all soaked.

"For the sake of memorial—" The cold voice did not have a trace of warmth.

Ting Lan subconsciously took a step back, trying to distance herself from the person she was talking to, to protect her fragile sense of security.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The lightning flashed, and Ting Lan saw a black face, with an indescribable coldness, like a ghost in the dark night.

"Who are you?" In the pouring rain, the girl's voice was crisp, with a heart that could not be concealed and fearful.

A ghostly existence, he didn't speak, just smiled coldly. The laughter was not loud, and it was cold, much colder than the heavy rain hitting the body.

It's cold!

The blue robe, the special blue robe made in the snow pavilion, has become a garment that has been soaked in water for a long time. Worn on the body, bulky and cold.

This heavy rain is not at all like the heavy rain of the Nine Heavens. It's a little bit, like ice and rain, with a biting cold.

"Who are you paying tribute to?" In the midst of the fire and lightstone, the girl's crisp voice had a clear trill.

"Naturally, in order to pay tribute to the former self!" The cold voice, listening to her trill, seemed to remember something, and the coldness in her tone also faded a little.

Ting Lan took a step back, and unconsciously became a little bolder: "Wasn't you like this before?"

"Naturally not!" said a little lively in the cold voice.

"I used to be a happy and brilliant person. And then I became like this, so annoying, so scary. ”

Hearing this, Ting Lan subconsciously took a step back and said, "If you can tell me who you are and what your name is, I won't be afraid of you." In fact, the way you talk well is not so annoying. ”

As long as you can find a way to communicate, then there is nothing so scary.

As long as you are no longer afraid, you will definitely be able to find a way to escape.

She still wants to go back to the Snow Pavilion and watch His Royal Highness grow up! If she wants to drink His Royal Highness's wedding wine, maybe she will also drink the birthday wine of the little emperor of Ziwei Palace!

Also, after you go back, you must practice hard, and don't let yourself suffer such a predicament again!

"Really?" the ghostly shadow spoke in an indifferent tone. In the words, there is no longer that kind of coldness.

"Yes!" Ting Lan said in a serious tone, "The sad past has long passed!"

"No," said the denial in the darkness, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, with an indescribable coldness, "but how can the past pass like this in my heart?

"Why did they do this to her, why did they do this to me?!What did we do wrong?!" There was unspeakable despair in the cold voice.

Suddenly, a sword shining with cold light was already on Ting Lan's neck.

Ting Lan was shocked!

"Say, who are you sending a lobbyist?!" The darkness in the night, with a cold sword light, and unspeakable hatred.

It was a hatred that went deep into the bones, and it was a hatred that there was no way to decipher.

What is going on that makes people hate like this?

Because of the unforgettable pain in the past, I can't let go of it for a long time?

The immortal who used the sword, in the past tens of thousands of years, all she knew was the little uncle of Luoshan Palace.

"Do you have any relationship with Luoshan Palace?" Ting Lan didn't answer him, but asked.

Her hair was dripping with water. The rain, hitting her face, hitting around her eyes. She felt some pain around her eyes. The robe was wet, cold and heavy, and it was very uncomfortable. Gotta find a way to get out of here.

The black shadow, smiling but not answering, the sword in her hand had already cut a small button on her smooth neck.

A tingling sensation that hits the soul.

Ting Lan immediately jumped away, adjusted his breath, and quickly pulled out his sword.

"You can use a sword too?" said the shadow in the darkness, with obvious surprise.

"Is there anyone who can use a sword in the Snow Pavilion now?" the dark voice carried an indescribable coolness.

Ting Lan couldn't find a place to hide in the heavy rain, so she had to control her position so that she wouldn't get too close to the dangerous person. Run the breath, let your clothes and the wounds on your neck be restored.

After a few breaths, Ting Lan asked curiously, "Is your opponent from the Snow Pavilion, is it the Snow Queen, or is it Princess Yiduan?"

"Neither. This time, he replied crisply.

"Don't you all remember her?" said in his voice, with infinite amazement.

"Who is she? Can you tell me? I've only been here for a short time. Ting Lan whispered.

"Why should I tell you?" said his voice, with indescribable impatience.

A burst of lightning and thunder roared. The surrounding black fields are clearly illuminated. Ting Lan only glanced at it, and found that this wilderness was not a single grass.

Is this called Death Valley?

Why have you never heard of it?

Perhaps, a lesser-known place?

"Is this far from the Land of the Ruins?" Ting Lan stiffly shifted the subject.

"Of course, there are 108,000 miles. His thinking was really led astray.

A hundred and eight thousand miles away from the land of the ruins, there is a place called Death Valley?

This kind of knowledge has indeed touched her knowledge blind spot.

In the past 30,000 years, the places she has known are only Snow Pavilion, Ziwei Palace, Luofu Mountain, Wutong Valley, Luoshan Palace, and then the Miaohua Realm that she went to a few days ago.

There are some other places, like Taozhi Mountain, Qinghua Palace, etc., she has only heard of it, and has never been there!

This Death Valley, not to mention the name, is still a place where no grass grows, and it seems that not many immortals know about it.

"Have you been living here all along?" Ting Lan rabbed as much as he could.

"yes, I'm tired of living like this. The black shadow, in the tone, there is a rare melancholy.

In the rainy night, the girl's figure leaned forward slightly and said, "Perhaps, I can untie your heart knot." ”

"Just you?" a black shadow, his face full of disdain.

"Just since I'm from the Snow Pavilion, maybe I can really help you. Perhaps, I can help you - get out of this place. "Ting Lan is kind and seductive.

"Are you going to take me back to the Snow Pavilion?" the voice in the darkness was a little apprehensive.

"If you've always liked this kind of wilderness, I've heard Master Zun mention a very beautiful place, and her name is Fertile Field. Ting Lan said softly.

Wilderness on a rainy night, pouring rain. A black shadow, standing in the corner, looked at a girl in a blue robe and black hair, talking excitedly.

It's been a long time since I've felt like this.

A soft shadow in the bottom of my heart, a silver bell-like laughter, made the black shadow's heart like a knife.