There is no day and night for more than half a step, the sky at this moment is a little hazy, as if it is going to rain, gloomy makes people feel dull, and the flower plate is put aside after the soil is not loosened, and then he picks up the teapot and pours two cups of tea, as if waiting for someone.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and Nalan Sheng pushed the door and entered.

Bu Mei didn't seem surprised at all, she stretched out her hand and pointed to the opposite side of her for Nalan Sheng to sit down, the fragrance of tea was permeated, just right for the entrance.

Nalan Sheng looked sleepless, the sleeplessness at this time was far from the time in the ghost world, but it was just as amazing, just like when she rescued him on the shore of the Lake of Forgetfulness in the past.

"You said that if I came to you one day if I wanted to solve my doubts, I will come to you today. Nalan Sheng's voice was soft, but with a sense of firmness.

I didn't look at him, and I leaned lazily on the step as if I didn't care.

"Let's take a sip of tea first, this is specially brewed for you, this tea is called Qiansheng. ”

Listening to what he said, Nalan Sheng looked down at the cup in front of him, the soup in the cup was like snow, and his face was reflected in it like a dream, but looking at it like this, it seemed that he was already in a trance, Nalan Sheng picked up the cup and seemed to hesitate a little when he put it to his lips, and some stories were enough to change his fate.

"Why are you scared?"

Looking at Nalan Sheng's appearance, he couldn't help but chuckle, Nalan Sheng heard the sleepless laughter, his face changed slightly, as if he was a little embarrassed, and he raised his head and drank the contents of the cup in one gulp.

There is no true god after the primeval times, and the nine heavens are all cultivators, but there are still gods between heaven and earth, these people are born with the ability to spy on the heavens, but they will always be slaves of the gods, so they have lost the possibility of becoming gods forever, even if the gods have fallen now, their fate is forever unchangeable.

The priests were called witches, and they possessed the power of divination, and were worshipped as gods in the human world.

The Wu clan has always been not prosperous, and there are only a few hundred people in each generation, but this number has hardly fluctuated much, regardless of natural disasters and man-made disasters, the Wu clan can survive until the disaster of the Chu State is wiped out, I watched the fire completely burn this ancient relic clan.

I am a mirror, passed down in the hands of the Wu clan since the primeval times, they call me the mirror of the past life, from my vicissitudes to obtain the heavenly opportunity, I forget how I came to this world, I only remember that my side is always surrounded by smoke, every day there are Wu people kneeling in front of me.

It seems that there are only hundreds of years of these consciousnesses, and it seems to be a long time when I think about it, my memory is not good, most of the time I have been in chaos, and the most vivid memory is the fire of that day.

I am a divine creature and am not afraid of fire and water, but the fire of that day was extremely strong, hundreds of witches were trapped in the fire, and I was haunted by a very strong resentment, yes, I was regarded as a sacred object and worshipped every day but could not protect them from disasters, and they complained that I should be.

One by one, the witches died in front of me, and in the midst of the fire, I vaguely saw a man rushing in, a bright yellow shirt and tongues of fire entangled as one, his mouth seemed to be shouting something, and I only felt that there was a hot liquid poured on my body, and I knew that it was blood.