As they spoke, the two of them had reached the end of the trail, and their eyes suddenly opened up.

The pavilions and pavilions under the shade of grass and trees finally showed their true bodies, and Li Xun was not in the mood to see the garden layout, and at the first time when his vision range expanded, he locked the figure in one of the small pavilions and leaned on the railing.

The breeze blows, blowing the sleeves of the robe, and it is like a fairyland. And the person in the pavilion is the key point that cannot be separated in this fairyland.

Yang Zhao suddenly had a realization: "This is the person who just sang a cappella, so, who is he?"

Maybe this seemed like an easy reasoning, but Yang Zhao's mind was stiff, and he didn't have the strength to take the next step.

At this time, the phantom looked back and took Yang Zhao's expression into his eyes.

There was something really ridiculous about this expression, and the curvature of her lips became more and more profound: "Let's go, go meet him!"

"Who is he?"

Yang Zhao instinctively asked, but his voice was like throwing an embroidery needle into a deep valley, so faint and ethereal, that even he couldn't really hear it.

"Why, didn't you think of it? He's him!"

"He is who he is, he is ......"

Muttered the phantom's reply a few times, and Yang Zhao's confused mind barely made out the meaning of it.

At this time, he and the phantom were already standing in the small pavilion, only two arm's lengths away from the distant figure.

"He's who he is? what's going on, what's going on? Magis, Clouds, Sword Demons, they've all said it. They ......"

Yang Zhao was completely stunned. He stared blankly at the man's back, his mind blank.

The man didn't seem to notice that there were two more people in the pavilion, and he still maintained his previous posture, not moving at all.

At this time, the phantom took a step forward, and her expression and bearing were also in this step, recovering to the elegance of Wenxiu that Yang Zhao was most familiar with, she saluted the figure with an impeccable movement, and said in a harmonious voice: "Daoyou Wan'an." ”

The figure moved. Because the phantom is in the way of the front. From Yang Zhao's angle, he could only see that the man seemed to turn his head, glanced at the phantom, and did not speak.

The Phantom smiled and continued, "Look at it. Who did I bring with me today?"

said. She took a step sideways. Let there be no more barriers between Yang Zhao and that person.

Yang Zhao took a deep breath, feeling that his brain seemed to be a little more energetic, and he adjusted his expression slightly. With the greatest courage in his life, he met his gaze.

And the man on the side of the fence also turned sideways, and a pair of dead and depressed eyes projected over.

Yang Zhao completely saw the man's face.

Yes, he admitted, the man's face was a shock to him, and although he had never met him, he almost blurted out the man's name.

However, immediately after his gaze made contact with this person, this momentary contact, like a bottomless black hole that suddenly opened, inhaled all his imminent eruptions.

A bone-chilling chill spread up from his tail vertebrae, freezing his body piece by piece, and finally flowing into his brain, causing his mind to stagnate in an instant.

In a trance, it seemed that a phantom cast a gaze, Yang Zhao was not very sure, the only thing he could be sure of was that after he recovered his normal thinking, all he felt was the roar that broke and broke in his heart.

The sound spilled through his throat, swirling between his lips and teeth, only to turn into a broken moan that overflowed into the air

"Mysterious puppet, this is a mysterious puppet!"

Hearing Yang Zhao's moan, the phantom looked over in surprise: "Oh, it's very good, you can see it at a glance!"

Yang Zhao didn't answer, his whole mind was focused on the face of the person in front of him, and he couldn't tolerate anything else.

Now, he can be 120,000 percent sure that this person must be the person that Yun Luan and Yun Cai'er care about, and in the same way, he can also be 120,000 percent sure that this person has been refined into a mysterious puppet, and none of the methods used are missing.

Who the hell is he, the Mystery Puppet? The Mystery Puppet, he is him?

Absurd!

He shivered again, only to feel that the cold had penetrated deep into his bone marrow, making it much harder to breathe. But at the same time, the cognition in his mind is getting clearer and clearer: he has seen this person when the Phantom and Yuncaier are fighting...... But now, he's dead!

From the moment he met the Magis, this vague understanding has been latent for a long time, and through Yun Cai'er's interpretation, it has finally become a convinced reality today.

However, compared to before, it felt completely different.

At this moment, Yang Zhao completely understood.

Even before this, Magis and Yun Cai'er had verified this in different ways, and he, Yun Luan and the jumper had already predetermined thousands of beliefs in their hearts, but when he really came into contact with the result, he suddenly realized that the rhizome that had rotted in the depths of his heart was still - don't believe it!

How could he believe it?

It turned out that Yun Luan's master was the Night Demon, no wonder the Phantom would say that he was him, and the identity of this person was known even to Yang Zhao now, but in Yang Zhao's heart, there was still a lot of doubt after all......

In the world of the polar realm, this figure is a huge shadow, enveloping him, seemingly everywhere, and today, in such a way, it is declared - sorry, this is just a bubble of nothingness.

So what is he? a madman yelling at the sky, or a fool beating the air, or a joke that even life has to be supported by nothingness?

He suddenly thought of the displacement of the celestial star, the thought of the person he had seen before, and the traces of this person in the polar realm over the past few days, like a helpless void tumbling and struggling, being imposed by layer after layer of gravity, as if the process of falling endlessly.

One moment like this!

At least when he rolled, he still knew the direction of his fall, but now, looking around, there was no support.

It was as if his body and mind were about to be blurred, and perhaps in the next moment, he would become another bubble, shattering and not leaving a trace.

It was a nightmare, and he was suffocating in the nightmare, never to seem to wake up again.

At this moment, a familiar shadow floated in front of his eyes, and looked back coldly—perhaps it was an illusion.

But the figure, the look in his eyes, was like a sharp sword, and in the blink of an eye, it broke through the suffocating nightmare package, and let the air of reality slam into his mouth and nose.

Yang Zhao shivered a few times, but at this moment, he really came to his senses.

At this time, the phantom was looking at him with interesting eyes, and Yang Zhao could even see his pale face from the reflection of her pupils. (To be continued......)