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The bold assumptions and unprecedented imagination did not bring a clear and clear feeling to Tengxi, but became more and more confused.

In the face of the thunder, there is nothing to be done, which makes him fall into despair under the constant pain.

At this moment, he seemed to remember something again, and a dirty jet-black handkerchief appeared in his palm.

This handkerchief comes from Qi Yu's dream, from Fusang's gift, and from the girl named Lingling.

At the moment when he was clenching this handkerchief, the sweat of the bean was covered with his cheeks, his pale and bloodless lips, and his chin was slightly raised with unyieldingness.

What I saw was a field of yellow sand!

Outside that thin figure was a lifeless city of wind talk!

There were tears flashing in his eyes, looking lonely at the disappearing shadow, his heart was trembling, and his soul was shaking.

However, his body couldn't move, and he realized that he was actually tied to an ancient altar by Wuhuada, and the surrounding Wind Whispering City was so familiar and so unfamiliar.

The shouts of those city citizens were like a boning knife scraping on his flesh and skin, and in a dazed state, he heard the words calling for him.

"Qi Yu, Qi Yu, Qi Yu ......"

"Qi Yu...... Even... Rain...... Pray... Rain ......"

"Pray for rain ......"

After hearing it clearly, Teng wanted to be stunned for a moment, his mind turned blank, and after his pupils contracted sharply, he looked around, but he didn't seem to see his body.

It's as if it never existed.

It seems that there has never been such a person as Qi Yu, and some are just the desire of the city residents for rain after a hundred years of drought.

Sacrifice tribute and pray to the sky for rain!

"No, it can't be, it can't be!" Teng wanted to be immersed in it, and he couldn't tell whether it was a memory or a reality, a dream or a fantasy. As he muttered to himself, he saw that he seemed to turn into a burst of light, a burst of cyan light. With an extraordinarily treacherous demonic spirit, it led to the dusky sky, like a drop of blood dripping from the sea, attracting dark clouds in the sky and gathering bloodthirsty.

"It worked, it worked, it was going to rain...... The sky has eyes. ”

"The old decay is actually in the ancient years, and the rain falls one day......"

At the same time as the surrounding city residents were discussing, the sky changed extremely rapidly, black clouds were dense, lightning and thunder roared, and black thunder was slashed, although it was a little weird.

But then came a torrential downpour, and the raindrops the size of beans fell from the sky and fell on the barren land, crackling sounds, one after another.

Countless citizens in the rain were cheering, dancing, and bathing in the strong rain. The excitement in his face could not be expressed in words.

As for Tengxi, in a trance, it was as if he saw a shadow, a familiar shadow, as if smiling at him. When he tried to see clearly, he found himself back in the fairy world, covered in a steady stream of cold sweat, soaked clothes, and wet hair.

He sat cross-legged, his chin still in a raised position, and what he could see was the calamity clouds that gradually dissipated after subsidence, and the nine clouds of yin and thunder disappeared without leaving any trace.

He was indifferent all around, in the outside world, in the earth-shattering uproar that erupted throughout Nirvana.

He looked at the originally black handkerchief in his palm, and he didn't know when it became white, without a trace of dust.

It seems that everything will come to the past, back to the day when he incarnated Qi Yu and met Lingling for the first time.

On that day, the sky was blue. (To be continued.) )