i have a sword fairy

Zhao Rong's heart suddenly surged with dreadful waves.

It, or she, is alive.

Not a floating dress of dead things.

In short, it seems that it is indeed a transparent creature that Zhao Rong cannot see!

It has a soul.

He was in a turbulent mood, trying to maintain a calm face, his eyes drooping slightly.

Staring at the flowing skirt of the spiritual transparent woman.

Zhao Rong subconsciously avoided looking at its upper body, because the position of its head was empty from his perspective at the moment.

And Zhao Rong's intuition vaguely told him that it was staring at him intently!

The dark enclosed space of the stone cave, the lost and dilapidated ancient ruins, the crystal pavilion surrounded by bright moon flowers, and the transparent woman whose head cannot be seen...

In the face of this scene, no matter how strong the psychological quality is, it is estimated that no one can stand it.

So he still lowered his eyes.

At this moment, in front of the Crystal Pavilion.

The air fell silent.

A handsome black-haired Confucian scholar in white clothes, and a transparent woman of unknown origin wearing a green-gold fairy dress.

Two creatures, face to face.

The atmosphere is quiet and eerie.

Zhao Rong didn't speak, neither did the transparent woman.

The former stared at the latter's skirt without blinking, as if he was deeply afraid that if he blinked, the transparent woman would disappear again, or approach suddenly.

Zhao Rong didn't know when he got up, his back was covered in cold sweat, and the white clothes on his back were also soaked.

The cold wind from the sinful abyss in the distance blew all the way to the center of this ruined ancient city. The autumn wind in the abyss was still bone-chillingly cold. In the clothes, the back is like being poured into a big bucket of ice cubes, and it is also being stirred crazily, which is bitingly cold.

Zhao Rong looked calm.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The transparent woman seemed to be watching him carefully, except for the corners of her skirt that were blown up by the autumn wind, she was completely motionless.

Zhao Rong: "..."

During this wasted time, he was already thinking about the reason rapidly.

Obviously, this is its home field, because the green-gold fairy dress was suspended in the crystal pavilion just now, and Xiaoyu was not surprised by it before.

So they should all belong to this ruins, or at least have a deep origin.

This is even more tricky, this is their territory.

And he is an intruder.

However, Zhao Rong felt that he didn't seem to have done anything bad when he came all the way to this ruins, such as stealing other people's things, or breaking into the ruins.

He is a disciplined, law-abiding, handsome and polite guest.

But to be very honest, well, except for a certain unruly dragon with its head raised not long ago, but wasn't it subdued by the Ruoxiu Hero?

It has learned its lesson, let it go.

……

Well, Zhao Rong admitted that maybe when he first entered this uninhabited ruins, he was a bit of a thief in his mind, following behind Xiaoyu, looking around, his hands were a little itchy.

Thinking about going on a good adventure, unlocking new maps, looking for treasures of opportunity, etc., but!Wasn't this all stopped in time by the righteous and brave Little Fish Girl? He also deeply realized his mistake, and he was going to come back after the Little Fish Girl left... No, it was a crime in his heart anyway, not counted as a crime !Why should Zhao Ziyu be presumed guilty?

But no matter how dissatisfied Zhao Rong was, he was still in trouble at the moment.

Well, it should be a ghost.

Regarding the current situation, he now has three guesses.

It may be the artifact spirit of this extraordinary green-gold fairy dress.

It may also be a lonely ghost, a remnant soul of the ancients wandering in the ruins, but since he can wear this noble and mysterious dress, his previous identity must be extraordinary.

It is also possible... It is a projection or clone of a powerful existence?

At this time, Zhao Rong glanced at the empty head of the transparent woman from the corner of her eye.

Then move down slowly.

His eyes fell on the ground beside it...

Huh, fortunately there is a shadow.

But, damn it, why does this shadow have a head! ?

Zhao Rong's breathing paused.

This is the shadow of a woman's head...

Grass, what is this 'unclean' thing?

Zhao Rong scolded his mother in his heart, but remained calm on his face.

"She doesn't seem to have any malicious intentions."

Gui suddenly said in silence.

Zhao Rong nodded inwardly, and said sincerely: "Why don't Gui Dajian come out and ask her for me? It looks like a remnant soul, you may all be a family, if a family doesn't beat a family, you can help persuade her , don't follow me."

Return: "..."

Molesting the sword spirit made Zhao Rong's tense heartstrings a little easier.

He immediately cleared his messy thoughts.

Zhao Rong felt that it was not an option to waste time doing this.

Anyway, extending the head is a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife.

In addition, he thought of one more thing.

At this moment, Zhao Rong took a deep breath, then raised his head, looked at the motionless and transparent woman in front of him, and said with a light smile:

"Well, the door was about to close just now, did you do it? You want... to meet me alone?"

Obviously, the little fish entered the door in a hurry just now, it was artificial.

And Zhao Rong couldn't think of any other purpose for this transparent woman to do this besides creating an opportunity to meet him alone.

The transparent woman wearing the Shuangtian Xiaojiao didn't speak, and seemed... unable to speak.

She tilted her head slightly.

Well, Zhao Rong saw this from her shadow on the ground out of the corner of her eye.

The transparent woman suddenly moved.

Zhao Rong took a step back to be on guard, but immediately let go.

Because she didn't come towards him, but walked diagonally forward...

A blue-gold dress floated into the crystal pavilion, stood in front of the crystal table, bent down, and opened a mechanism at the corner of the table, as if taking out something...

Zhao Rong looked at the movements of the woman in the pavilion quite curiously. She turned her back to him, her waist was as slender as a girl's, and her figure was not too tall. She was similar to Qing Jun, but she was considered tall among human women.

If you don't look at the disappearing head, then just looking at the beautiful figure with a beautiful curvature, the transparent woman can give the man the expectation of a peerless goddess, looking forward to her beautiful face with a sudden smile after turning around.

It's a pity...you can't see the head.

Inside the pavilion, a transparent woman who wore the same frosty sky horn as the tall woman not long ago but had a different figure, turned around, left the crystal pavilion, and floated towards Zhao Rong.

The latter suddenly became alert, his whole voice tensed, and he moved one foot back to support the ground.

Start to accumulate energy silently.

Just like a cheetah, ready to go all out at any moment.

The transparent woman didn't seem to care, and floated in front of Zhao Rong without the slightest pause.

then.

The two empty sleeves...that is, her two hands, were lifted up directly.

The transparent woman held an object and offered it to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong was taken aback for a moment.

The pair of transparent hands in front of her... is a Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flower.

It's just that the color is different from all the Nine Heavens Cold Palace flowers he has seen before.

It is blood red.

A blood-red Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flower.

It's like being stained with someone's blood.

But as far as Zhao Rong knew, the Nine Heavens Cold Palace Flower was said to come from the Moon Palace, and it was pure and sacred without any impurities.

The blood of a virgin cannot dye it, it will only make it more pure white, but not the blood of a virgin or other liquids, it will only make it dull and gray, and will not dye it in any other color...

Zhao Rong lowered his head and looked at it for a while, seemingly in a daze.

He stared at the transparent woman holding flowers in both hands, and pointed to himself with his index finger, "This is...for me?"

After asking, Zhao Rong stared at her face, and immediately realized that it was useless to see her transparent face, it was really lonely, he could only see the floor behind...

He turned his head to look at the woman's shadow on the ground.

I saw the transparent woman nodded, and she was in the pose of holding flowers with both hands, her shoulders shrinking stiffly.

She seemed a little nervous, afraid of being rejected by him.

Zhao Rong was stunned for a while, and let down most of his guard.

Is she... giving me a little red flower?

He blinked curiously.

In other words, if you just send flowers, it should be good intentions, right? The flowers are not poisonous, right?Come directly to kill with a gift?

If it is really such a wonderful thing, then Zhao Rong will be convinced.

He suppressed his laughter, nodded, and raised his hand to take the little red flower from the transparent woman's hand.

"Thank you."

Zhao Rong nodded and smiled, bowed his head and twirled the fiery red petals curiously, "It's very beautiful."

He has always felt that the kindness of any stranger should be treated well.

The transparent woman is very happy.

Because she danced.

At this moment, in front of Zhao Rong, the transparent woman touched the ground with her toes and jumped back lightly.

She was as light as a feather, floating up, and opened a pair of slender arms, stretched in the air, spinning and dancing happily.

On the woman's body, the fairy dress with frosty dawn horns, which often appears in the myth of Lidi, flutters with the warm autumn wind.

The mysterious blue-golden skirt dances, like the sleeves of a goddess's skirt fluttering.

The ancient dance is beautiful and strange.

But there is a unique beauty that belongs to the murals of the Goddess of Lidi flying to the sky.

The scene in front of him was like a dream.

Zhao Rong twirled the little red flower with his hands, raised his head and smiled.

And the next second.

The transparent woman in the fairy dress paused to look back, and stretched out a hand to Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong: "..."