Time flies, and a lot of things have changed.

It's become so different, so that Lingzi Xiu is a little at a loss.

But she must learn to accept it.

Because of her, she is destined to live for the protection of the people of the world.

But there are some things that have not changed after 100,000 years.

I just don't want to remember, but it seems clearer and clearer in my memory!

That memory is not bitter, but after the death of the master, it is inexplicably covered with a thick layer of sadness that cannot be dissolved.

The smell of sorrow was like a thick fog that enveloped all of Lingzixiu's memories.

The sad parting, the sad tears, the sad face,

Even if it's just a smile, it has a bitter taste.

The same heavenly corridor, but now, things are not people!

The laughter and laughter of the past are gone, and the desolation of the land is left in vain.

It's heart-wrenching!

In the drift of the clouds, you can no longer find the taste of innocence of the past.

Turning his eyes slightly, the immortal mountain in the distance also seemed unfamiliar.

Lingzixiu couldn't bear to stop, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, his heart was in the beautiful scenery, but he was desolate and lonely. Dull.

Raising his footsteps again, the snow white around him had turned into a nightmare, and the depressed Lingzi Cultivator could hardly breathe.

It turns out that white is holy, but it is also lonely!

The bell rang in the distance again, and for whom was it really sad?

The melodious bell rings through the sky.

It turned out that she was just one person from beginning to end.

The heart has gradually become cold.

I don't know how long it took, a large hall appeared in front of Ling Zixiu, and the blue door seemed to tell a poignant story.

Walking into the temple door, it was the altar of the temple, and Lingzixiu quietly walked into the center of the altar.

Dressed in red, she is so bewitching.

Like a fiery elf, he fell into the dust by mistake.

Ling Zixiu directly ignored the amazement and helplessness in the eyes of the masters around the main hall.

What she decides to do, it doesn't change because of anyone.

Even if they force each other to die, this matter will never change half a point.

Lingzixiu walked to the center of the altar, stopped, and looked carefully in all directions with beautiful eyes, looking for it several times, but finally failed to see the white figure.