The clouds were rolling, becoming more and more fierce. Suddenly, a flash of lightning burst out. The earth stopped for a moment, and a rumbling sound fell deafeningly on the punishment platform.

I saw silver lightning with a strong airway, and the people who were impacting the stage were tilted straight backwards, and the chains tied it tightly, and the ink hair roamed with the wind. Although I didn't hear painful moans, the feeling of electric current quenching the bone marrow throughout the body would definitely be bad.

The storm was raging, and smoke and dust rolled. Chu Zhiyin stood among the cliffs and decided in her clothes. Her hair was rhythmic with the wind. Her proud nose and her pursed mouth formed beautiful lines. Just look at it, the part was a cold beauty, and she lifted it up. Her willow-shaped pupils look like glass bottles, and her eyes were freezing. She was a cold beauty.

The roar continued, and the spiritual law of lightning decreased. During the interval, the people on the stage had a chance to breathe, as if it was explaining that it was just for punishment, not for death.

Chu Zhiyin looked at the person on the stage, from half leaning to hanging his head, letting the lightning behind him be fierce, he could only have a physiological trembling reaction.

She was a little bored and had no memory of the people on the stage, so she naturally would not have any emotional reactions. She could not control her body and could only watch the people on the stage suffer from thunder punishment.

The dark clouds faded away like waves, and the blocked sunlight spread throughout the earth. Only then did you see clearly the gurgling blood next to the pillars on the stage.

Chu Zhiyin thought to himself, can this person survive?

As if in response to what she thought, the person on the stage moved his neck and slowly raised his head, his hair was soaked with sweat, and he was tightly pressed against his face. As the angle of lifting became larger, Chu Zhiyin gradually saw his face clearly.

‘Ho’ Chu Zhiyin took a breath.

it turns out!

It's He Yao!

The picture suddenly looked like water pouring from boiling oil, and immediately boiled together, and the crackling sound drilled into his ears. Chu Zhiyin couldn't help but close his eyes in pain, trying to isolate all the pictures and sounds.

I don’t know how long it lasted, but Chu Zhiyin’s five senses were like flowers swaying in a storm, being tortured and hit.

Stopped.

Everything stopped, as if someone suddenly closed the door, the sound in his ears disappeared, the dizziness in his body was gone, and everything returned to calm.

Chu Zhiyin opened his eyes and saw the candlelight on the table, which seemed insignificant under the sun's brilliance.

It turned out that it was already dawn, Chu Zhiyin's vision turned out outside the window, and the candles went out silently. After a heavy rain of flowers, plants and trees washed the deposited dust, and it was clean and refreshed.

After rubbing the somewhat swollen temples, the memories in the dream after waking up were separated by a layer of veil, covering the thrilling sense of reality, but the face was still extremely clear.

An Yunqi looks like a senior brother, and He Yao looks like her unknown disciple. Is there really no connection between them?

The mortal space she opened casually was not enlightened here. They were all people they happened to know, and they never mentioned Tianze's slightest. With their own life experience, how could they look the same as the people in Tianze?

Could it be a coincidence?

One is a coincidence, and two are too?

Chu Zhiyin couldn't figure it out, so he could only let go first, and wait for more and more memories to recover, all the truth would surface.

Now it is important to complete what you should do now.

She walked out of the room, He Yao sat on the stone pier, and heard the movement and looked towards her. He changed his clothes as early as the Daxuan situation. He thought it would look a bit foreign but particularly suitable. The wide sleeves and long hem of the clothes kept their unrestrained and ostentatious temperament a little.

Youliang's eyes overlapped with the dream. Chu Zhiyin thought about following He Yao's style of doing things in the mortal world, maybe he would really be on the punishment stage.

But I thought that he was still Yu Shu, and the kind and gentle Yu Shu should not be punished with him.

Maybe Chu Zhiyin has been watching it for too long, He Yao looked at it and teased: "How come I find that I am so romantic and elegant?"

Chu Zhiyin 'tsk', her face full of disgust, "I didn't expect you to have such a confident side."

He Yao was not upset either, "It's not confidence, it's the fact."

Chu Zhiyin smiled and didn't answer. Seeing that it was almost noon, she asked, "Is no one here to deliver food?"

A leaf just fell from the tree. He Yao raised his hand to take it, "I'll give it to you, I'll eat it alone when I see you sleeping."

His fingers loosened, and the withered leaves floated down. Chu Zhiyin was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was meditating and practicing. Where was he sleeping? Can't you wake me up!"

She was deeply trapped in a nightmare and was so painful in her dreams. I hope someone could wake her up.

He Yao was so loud that she hid back, "Isn't meditating just sleeping? Oh, a meal should be delivered at noon soon, so you can eat more at that time."

Seeing his hippie and smiling face, Chu Zhiyin couldn't even exclaim, "Why are you waiting for lunch? Let's hurry up and go to the imperial city early."

He Yao shook his sleeves and left Shidun and walked into the yard, "I'm so anxious, don't stay in Chu's house for two days?"

Chu Zhiyin shook her head, "Go early."

If An Yunqi doesn't need her to cover up, the words must be made clear. For his kindness, we can only see whether he has other needs.

The two left the Chu family without alarming anyone. They came back silently and left quietly.

The wind was very strong when riding a horse. Although both of them had spiritual power to protect their bodies, they were not cold but the wind hurts when they were blowing. After thinking about it, it was not so urgent to go to the imperial city. What's the matter if you slow down?

After changing the carriage, there is another new question: Who will build the carriage?

"I am a woman, I am always weak. You are tall and big. Who will fight if you don't fight a horse?" Chu Zhiyin took his hand and looked like he would never fight a horse.

He Yao was amused by her appearance and felt joking, "I have been the imperial master and the witch master for decades, and I have a noble status. I won't go to fight a horse."

Chu Zhiyin opened his eyes wide, "I am still a noble lady in the boudoir, with a thin skin and tender flesh, and I don't even fight."

He Yao raised his eyelids, "Then I'll fight?"

Her eyes were tilted and looked at Chu Zhiyin, and the three-point joke inside was not hidden. She could see clearly that the meaning of the strait seemed to be more than the meaning on the sound.

The word "手手" seemed to have another meaning when he said it. Chu Zhiyin put down his hand and said, "Okay, get along well."

In the end, neither of them set up a carriage, but He Yao hired a groom and went to the imperial city with him. As the witch master, he would not be short of money at all.

Chu Zhiyin, who was sitting in the carriage, always felt that something was wrong, "You have money, why didn't you see what you spent on the way to Nanjiang?"

He Yao's body swayed with the carriage. Facing her doubts, he was not at all anxious, "You are the boss, I am a guest, so how can I spend money with guests?"

Chu Zhiyin had a heart attack. When he looked at He Yao's face, he felt abominable face. The more he looked, the more he looked like the evil way Zhang Muye said.
Chapter completed!