This kind of satisfaction is an alternative recognition, and it gives him a sense of pride like drinking wine more than the praise of his relatives and elders.

Of course, this feeling only cleared his mind more and more, and he soon realized that he seemed to have missed a little detail just now, and his heart moved slightly, but there was a slightly self-deprecating smile on his face.

"Madame thinks too highly of me, in fact, I am still vulnerable to you. As for the thoughts in the heart, frankly speaking, any one thinks of them to a greater or lesser extent, but some people distinguish between what is a reasonable desire and what is an arrogant conjecture! ”

The phantom smiled lightly, and it could be seen that she was quite appreciative of Yang Zhao's confession, but quickly said, "Imagination?

"Well, the imagination is ......"

Before Yang Zhao could say a word or two, the phantom interrupted him and continued, "Speculation is the idea that there is no reality to follow. Like some mortals in the Netherworld, they delusionally want the world to drop a piece of gold, this is a fantasy, but on the contrary, you really can't do that?"

At this moment, the expression and bearing between the phantom's eyebrows have disappeared the last bit of casualness and laziness, and Sen Senran is like a sword out of the sheath, pointing directly at people's hearts.

Yang Zhao was obviously prepared, but he couldn't withstand this sudden blow, and he was suffocated, so he reluctantly spoke: "Maybe, if you have the opportunity." ”

This answer lacks the element of firmness, but when combined with the previous words, it is enough to constitute a rather harsh provocation, even an insult.

However, the phantom gradually smiled: "Yes, time itself is a myriad of possibilities. For a long time, you can erase the impossibility of a qiē. You, I, no one knows what will happen in a hundred years. Maybe you'll die, maybe you'll fulfill a wish...... Okay, let's stop for a moment. ”

In line with her voice is the cloud car itself.

I don't know when, the cloud car has crossed the Thousand Folds Pass, arrived at a place that Yang Zhao had never entered, and stopped.

Yang Zhao suddenly realized that it was dawn!

There is no such thing as a white sun in the Arctic sky. The Arctic ice sheet has been around for millions of years. It has been under the cover of the polar night, and there is no daylight, but there is still an exception here. That is the core of the Arctic Sky - that is, the Polar Paradise today.

It may be due to subtle changes in the surrounding aura. The change of day and night in Polar Land is no different from that outside the North Pole.

At this time. Beyond the North Pole it's noon, and it's sunny and warm. In the heart of the North Pole in thousands of miles of snow and ice. It's a miracle to see such a scene.

It's a pity that Yang Zhao is really not in the mood to look at the scenery in front of him, the phantom's words seem to be real and false, the pressure on him is too great, and he can still maintain a clear state of mind at this time, which is really a miracle.

It wasn't until the phantom beside him stood up that he looked up in amazement.

The Phantom got off the cloud car in an elegant posture, and Fang looked back and said, "What, how long do you want to stay on it?"

Yang Zhao hurriedly got out of the car from the other side, and as soon as he landed, the cloud car spontaneously started again and went around to the back. But the chrysalis, which had disappeared all the way, jumped out of nowhere, meowing up the Phantom's shoulder, and rubbing its round face against the Phantom's cheek.

The Phantom's smile was a bit doting, but it was very restrained, and after two rubs of the chrysalis, she tapped its nose with her backhand.

The demon chrysalis understood, glanced at Yang Zhao, his body moved, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the garden hidden in front of him, and he didn't know where he went.

The previously tense state of mind was slightly relaxed because of this episode, and Yang Zhao was finally in the mood to look around.

This should be the Polar Paradise, some time ago I heard that the place where the Polar Paradise is located, the four seasons are like spring, a hundred flowers are not grateful, and because it is the mountain gate of the polar monks, so in the pavilions and pavilions, the sound of silk and bamboo is endless all day long.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and Yang Zhao really heard some aftersound.

"You ......"

The phantom had just started, and Yang Zhao quickly turned his face around, his expression focused.

Seeing him like this, the phantom couldn't help but smile, and then covered his lips with his sleeves, and between his eyebrows was a charming and charming man that Yang Zhao had never seen.

Under Yang Zhao's bewildered expression, the phantom shook his head: "Don't say it, if you keep talking, you always feel like you're instigating." But then again, how do you feel now, and your heart is more relaxed than before?"

Yang Zhao opened his mouth and was about to answer, when the phantom gestured to his lips and motioned for him not to speak. Yang Zhao hurriedly closed his mouth, and when he was inexplicable, he suddenly heard a cappella singing that resounded through Xingyun.

This voice came so strangely that it suddenly rose from the bottom of a person's heart, and then it was full of freshness, and it revealed to the ears and eyes, and I only felt that everything behind the ears in front of me was becoming more and more vivid.

However, the words and songs make people lonely and want to get out of the place.

Yang Zhao couldn't help but look at the phantom, he could naturally hear that this person should be a Chinese hand for singing, and the person who can sing so casually in this extreme paradise is not a mortal?

The phantom didn't see his doubts, stretched out his hand, and walked slowly on the crooked path with Li Xun, and when the singing stopped, it suddenly continued to the last time.

"Tell me clearly, can you let go now?"

Yang Zhao still had something to say before, but now that he was asked again by the phantom, his full response suddenly stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get out.

Yang Zhao sighed lightly and shook his head: "Sure enough, I still haven't hit the ground." ”

Her eyes were focused on Yang Zhao's face, and there was a concentration and clarity that she had never seen before: "Although the previous conjectures are different, there is still one thing in common. That is, in my guess, always put your target on me, Yuncai'er, Yunluan, and the jumper. ”

"Now it seems that there may be some, but it has not yet scratched the most itchy spot. So, let's try a different target...... Do you know who the guy just sang is?"

For some reason, seeing the phantom's eyes at this time, Yang Zhao's heart suddenly beat wildly uncontrollably, this was an indescribable premonition, and he vaguely felt that next, the phantom would bring him some information that was enough to make his heart unbearable.

And this is what he has been constantly speculating and exploring these days.

There's no reason he just feels that way.

"Looks like you're ready. ”

The phantom saw through Yang Zhao's heart this time.

It's just that she is also expressing her mood at the moment in a wonderful way.

The Phantom's slender jade hand, which can be called a masterpiece of creation, stroked his chest, and then, slowly took a long breath, and finally smiled: "It's the first time I've said it to someone since this happened, and to be honest, I'm nervous too." (To be continued......)