When she woke up, a drop of water was falling on her cheek.
"-"
when a water drop hit her eyelashes, she opened her eyes and saw herself lying in a cave.
Backtracking array?
She frowned and looked down, and her dress changed, only a thin white dress.
It was a cave, dripping with water, dark and humid.
Zhimengmeng and they are all gone, but she feels that they are not in trouble.
It's not easy to pull your own array. There are also array mages.
Although the situation is a little out of control, but she still calm face, turned over to sit up.
"Drop -"
there is only a very quiet dripping sound around, and there is a bright silk in front of it, like an exit.
She stood up and tried to walk along the light, only to find herself unable to get out.
She's trapped?
This world should not have the array sleeps her.
She felt for a moment, and her face suddenly changed.
She made the formation herself.
She's trapped in her own array?
But this, why?
Her eyes moved to the surrounding stone walls. The cave was not as dark as before. By the light, she saw some patterns carved on the walls.
On the pattern are the simple strokes of some people kneeling. They are kneeling towards something. When they look forward, they find that it is a person.
This figure is just a figure of the back. Compared with the simple kneeling human figure, the figure's lines are exaggerated to a very high level. He is dressed in a robe. Although his body shape is thin, it has a breath of worship.
She looked at the shadow with her eyes and felt the familiar feeling.
She knows this man.
And it's not from this era, it's from ten thousand years ago.
Suddenly came a cold breath on her cheek, as if someone was touching her cheek. Her heart moved, but she did not feel any dangerous breath. A very familiar voice sounded, with tender attachment, and a distant sigh: "are you cold?"
Song Yanqing?
She turned her head and saw nothing.
The cave is empty, without song Yanqing's figure.
The touch on the cheek seems to disappear, but there is a sense of attachment that people can rely on.
"Song Yanqing?"
She made a noise, and her voice echoed in the cave.
She knows it's not true, but she feels that song Yanqing is here.
Yes, which song Yanqing?
She frowned, and suddenly found that her amnesia was really not simple. This array was set by herself. Why did she feel song Yanqing in the array?
At this time, in the capital of the emperor thousands of miles away, the man who had a good rest in bed suddenly opened his eyes.
His pupils were as black as ink, and his eyes were clear at this time, as if he had never been awake.
[song Yanqing? 】
that voice belongs to Qiao Jin, and he hears echoes from nowhere.
He frowned, dressed in his black pajamas, turned over and sat up. He found that the black air around the corner was so black that it was corroding the whole room. When he listened carefully, it seemed that there was a demon whispering.
It's only a little short of swallowing the bed where song Yanqing is.
Seeing that he woke up, the black air rolled and disappeared in an instant. He only stared at the group of slowly disappearing black breath, without any panic. By the dim light outside the window, his beautiful and gentle face added a trace of cold.
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