dream soul thousands of miles

The man carried him through the sea of ​​thousands of trees. He looked at the hairband at the end of the man's hair and asked, "Who are you?"

The man replied: "It doesn't matter who I am, since you ask, just call me Jiang Liu."

There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the nose, because it was so comfortable, coupled with the exhaustion of the day, he fell asleep as soon as he relaxed.When he woke up, there was wind blowing over his cheeks, carrying the warm fragrance of flowers outside the window, which made him not want to open his eyes. He didn't want to open his eyes until a furry thing was stirring on his forehead, and he opened his eyes reluctantly, only to see a handsome and handsome picture. s face.

Recently, I always think about the past. This kind of situation has not happened for a long time. The last time was that of Qingchuan hundreds of years ago. Recently, the past has shrouded like smoke.

Probably after that visit to the Consonance Room, it was also there that I met the strange boy Xiao Liu who was neither human nor ghost for the first time.

While meditating, Yan Yuan suddenly frowned.

In the depths of Xuanyuan Hill, that room was opened.

In the depths of Beiming Palace, there is a restricted area that no one can approach. It is blessed by Yan Yuan himself, and only he can enter.

And Xiao Liu is there right now, not as mysterious and deep as imagined, just a study.

On the four walls of the room, there are dozens of picture scrolls, with very light brush and ink, outlining the vastness of thousands of miles away.

Only the blue and blue scrolls are light and thick, and the eyes of the person in the painting seem to be alive, only staring at you, as if thousands of lights are condensed on you.

Scattered on the table and sofa, those ancient books and side histories are mottled and mottled, as if they retain the traces of the owner's use, which have not changed for thousands of years.

When Yan Yuan rushed to Shuiyun Jian, he saw the young man standing among the scrolls of calligraphy and painting on the ground, illuminated by night lights.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Yuan snatched the scroll from Xiaoliu's hand angrily, but threw it on the ground as if being scalded when he saw the contents of the painting clearly.

Jiangnan dream of falling flowers and misty rain.

A pair of jade men accompany the small bridge, white clothes are better than snow, black clothes are like ink, and they support a paper umbrella with 36 ribs.

A few lines of words are inscribed next to the painting: Flowers bloom together to appreciate, flowers fall together to mourn.

Xiao Liu seemed to be stimulated and fell backwards. Yan Yuan was quick and supported his waist.

Swimming with our arms every year, admiring the flowers and blooming together, such a beautiful thing has happened before.

"What's wrong with you?" Looking at Xiao Liu's paler face, Yan Yuan was puzzled.

Xiao Liu flicked his hand away and exerted force in his palm, Yan Yuan was shaken to the door.

Yan Yuan was furious and gathered strength in his hands, wanting to fight back.A person who is neither dead nor alive is presumptuous in front of him!

Looking up, he saw Xiao Liu staggeringly holding on to the door, with disheveled black hair, blurred eyes, and a terrifying expression on his face.

"When phoenix trees treat each other to grow old, mandarin ducks will die together."

Yan Yuan was startled, and his hand dropped to his side. He couldn't imagine how this sentence would come out of this mouth.

"I'm dead, where are you?"

Yan Yuan looked at the person who was suddenly close at hand, and that sentence was still spinning in his mind.Xiao Liu looked at him with a sneer, stretched out her hand like a blade, and slashed at his chest, bleeding profusely immediately.Yan Yuan came back to his senses from the pain, exerted force on his feet, and Xiao Liu was kicked flying.

The figure in white twirled and flew out, and was hugged into the arms of a man in black.

"So ruthless, what should I do if I die again?" The cool voice of the man in black was tinged with anxiety.

He used ten percent of his strength.

Those who hurt him will be punished tenfold!

That kick almost cost Xiao Liu half his life, and the white clothes on his chest were instantly stained with blood.

"Emperor Qing is still so ruthless."

Behind the man in black came out a man in green, immortal and independent, standing in front of Yan Yuan, as if the whole room brightened up a lot in an instant.

Yan Yuan frowned and looked at the two people who appeared suddenly, the person next to Xiao Liu was as expected, a bit interesting, besides, the person in front of him looked so familiar.

"God Konghua?"

Although Yan Yuan didn't know everything about people and things in the God Realm like Yun Lin did, he still knew anyone with some reputation.

The person in front of him happened to be the one he had seen before.

Xiang Liu's older brother.

At the Qionghua Banquet in the past, when they were intoxicated, they sang loudly: "The nine-tailed celestial fox, Konghua, the god, the god, the willow god king, has arrived."

When the two figures, one purple and one blue, walked into Qiongmen together, all the seats were looking forward to it, looking forward to it, with the same elegance for a moment.

And Konghua's smile is not as attractive as Xiangliu's, which makes people feel softer.

Unlimited scenery, thousands of splendor, but the past and present emptiness are nothing to be afraid of.

He remembered that before the gods died, Konghua had been severely wounded by the consonance.

It's really useless to actually hurt the primordial spirit in the void dream.

"Your Majesty has a good memory." Konghua said with a smile, "I'm here to pick up my younger brother."

Yan Yuan laughed loudly, "The last time was hundreds of years ago, I didn't expect it to be delivered to my door again, Lord God King is really infatuated with me." His eyes were fixed on the guy who was lying on someone else's body.

No wonder he could easily open that room and injure him, that's why.

"Of course, my lord has been secretly in love with you for a long time." Xiang Liu struggled to get up from Rong Tang and said.

"Remember what I said last time?" Yan Yuan took the time to straighten his sleeves.

See once and kill once, until the soul flies away!

"Remember." Half leaning on Ling Tang, Xiang Liu pulled a few strands of his hair carelessly, "You can kill me again."

That's right, as long as his primordial spirit hasn't returned to his body for a day, he can't really kill him so that he will never be reborn.

The eyes of the two collided across Konghua, one with self-deprecation, the other with deep meaning.

"The grievances between you and the younger brother will wait for another day, when the younger brother returns to the original body, I will take him back." Kong Hua interrupted the communication between the two as if there was no one else present.

"Impossible. Although it can't be killed now, there are still some fun to find."

Don't say that he is just a walking dead now, even if he was the real body before, he will still chop it up.

"Then it's up to you." Konghua gave Lingtang a wink, and then with a flick of his hand, a circle of green light covered the entire hall, separating Yan Yuan.

"It's rare for God to still remember the ancient formation, but without mana support, this formation is just empty." Yan Yuan teased.

"It's enough to make you sleepy for a while." On the other side, Lingtang half hugged Xiangliu and walked away. Yan Yuan watched the two figures, one black and one white, disappear into the sky, his eyes were filled with haze.

Standing in front of him was a smiling Kong Hua.

Even though he was prepared, Kong Hua still made a mistake, he didn't expect Yan Yuan to be so omniscient.

Yan Yuan actually learned the art of biting the heart, this kind of dark magic from the upper realm.

When Kong Hua returned to the bamboo house where he and Xiang Liu Weitang lived, all the strength in his body was exhausted.

Unless the caster releases it, it will always be like a suppressed heart, suffocating unbearably until death.