Feng Qinglang stared at the comer, his heart turned over the stormy waves, the beautiful female elf wearing a gorgeous elf priest costume has basically been automatically ignored by him, only the human man who keeps smiling in his eyes and has a faint sadness between his eyebrows, because his name is Di Allen, in the legendary era a thousand years ago, he also has another name, called Lan Xueyun......

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the Eastern Emperor Heaven, hoping to get some enlightenment or explanation, but the Eastern Emperor Heaven was expressionless, and said in a deep voice: "I have all the memories of the Night Emperor Heaven, only a few memories of the Eastern Emperor Heaven. "By implication, I'm a semi-amnesiac patient, and I really can't give you any answers. ”

Seeing that Di Allen and the female elf priest were gradually approaching, Feng Qinglang's lips moved slightly, and he really wanted to try to ask something, but Dong Di Tian shook his head slightly, stopped Feng Qinglang's unwise behavior, and said in a low voice: "This is completely different from the previous memory fragments, in order to avoid getting lost and sinking, I recommend not doing anything"

I just heard the priestess whisper softly: "Your Excellency Lan Xueyun, in this world, no one can answer your question. In our elven world, there was a sage who said that whenever I fell into a long period of contemplation and regained my senses, I always felt that this moment was different from the previous moment. Since it's different, is it still my old life?"

Di Allen shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Your Highness the Priest, the topic of life is too heavy. Let's get started."

The priestess smiled and nodded, "Please give me a little time to prepare." ”

Her white hand gently brushed the edge of the table of twenty-four stars, and the fluorescent light like colorful fireflies rose up bit by bit, fluttering around, as if to construct another starry sky in the mortal dust, reflecting the stars in the night sky.

The twenty-four-pointed star table, the star corner at the edge, in the gentle click and click, slowly extended outward, the originally delicate small table, gradually became larger, in the void above its hundred meters, there was a huge number of times the twenty-four stars, also with the extension of the star angle below and growing.

With the priestess's graceful and gentle chanting, the picture in front of him is full of a sense of aesthetic magic, Di Alun looked at it in a daze, just standing between the Eastern Emperor Sky and Feng Qinglang, witnessing the twenty-four-pointed star on the green leaves, and the void between the twenty-four pointed stars in the sky, a slowly rotating scale, is slowly taking shape, obviously illusory, but gradually has a substantial texture, as if as long as you touch, you will definitely be able to touch its existence.

Di Allen said softly, "You say, if you were asked to exchange one of the most important things in your life in exchange for the resurrection of a deceased, what would you exchange?"

This is a question with no standard answer, and it is also a difficult question to answer, Feng Qinglang turned his head, only to see Di Alun smile faintly and bitterly, and the sadness between his eyebrows was even stronger, while Dong Ditian pursed his lips, presumably he had made up his mind to pretend to be dumb, do his own role, and pass this strange memory fragment.

As if feeling Feng Qing's bright gaze, Di Allen turned his head slightly, pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, the smile was very kind, and said softly: "Could it be that you can think of something immediately?"

Feng Qinglang thought badly, this didn't lead to any chaos, he didn't want to get lost in such a memory space, and looked at Dongditian for help, Dongditian raised his eyes to look at the starry sky, saying that it was none of his business, and he didn't know anything.

Facing Di Allen's expectant gaze, Feng Qinglang had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "If you really want me to take out something to exchange, then...... What do you think of the festival?"

Dong Di Tian couldn't help but immediately turn his head, dumbfounded, and his face was full of words: Such a brazen answer, you also have the courage to say it?

Who knew that Di Allen didn't care at all, and laughed: "If it can really be like this, it will be a good deal"

Feng Qinglang resolutely shut up, and didn't dare to make any more eye contact.

There are more and more colored fluorescent lights, the heaven and the earth seem to be twisting, the colored stars on the earth are the real starry sky, Feng Qinglang, who is in it, gradually found that the green leaf building, the clouds and mist outside the green leaves, are gradually covered by endless colored stars, and a few of them are in the depths of the stars, and only the huge silver balance that is half a person high is left in front of them.

The elven priest looked at Feng Qinglang and Dongdi Tian, and ordered softly: "You stand on both sides, and once the mystery is out of balance, use the guidance of the life manual to balance."

Feng Qinglang and Dongdi Tian secretly glanced at each other, and the ghost knew what the life manual was, but they still honestly stood on the coordinates pointed by the elven priest.

Di Allen stood in front of the center of the scales, and the elven priestess stood on the other side, and said softly, "Your Excellency Lan Xueyun, next, we are going to try to open the gate of the stars and let the souls of the dead return to the earth with her name?"

"Feng Yaling. ”

Di Allen's answer was very soft and soft, as if in the deepest part of his heart, in the softest place, gently pulling out something.

The whole colored stars also gently rippled for it, and the silver balance, which was slowly turning clockwise, changed direction after a slight pause, turning counterclockwise, and the surrounding colors seemed to be more psychedelic.

The elven priest asked softly, "Is there anything left behind by the dead?"

Di Allen had a small bundle of black hair in his hand, tied it with silk, and placed it on the right side of the silver scale, which was empty, representing the reversible law of life.

The balance is still in permanent balance and has not changed in the slightest because of this weight. But because of its placement, the direction of rotation changed again, returning to the original counterclockwise, and then after turning a circle, it entered a static state, precisely Feng Qinglang stood on the right side of the scale, and Dong Ditian stood on the left.

Feng Qinglang noticed that Di Allen had changed his breathing rhythm, which was a very rhythmic way of breathing, and he didn't know what the intention was, but the elven priest exclaimed: "Your Excellency Lan Xueyun, you have also sensed the advent of the power of the gods, and you can automatically enter the state of the ultimate meaning of the dark red vortex, then I will not give any more prompts, please keep it in this state Next, please put your hand on the left side of the scale, and you will naturally know what you need to exchange." ”

Even with the grace of an elven priest, when he said the word exchange, his voice couldn't help but tremble slightly

Di Allen remained calm, or at least it seemed, and put his hand to the left of the scales, where there was a small golden box that was said to contain the ashes of the greatest monarch of the dead, Farley, representing respect for the most primitive basic rules of life.