When she woke up, a drop of water was falling on her cheek.

“—”

A drop of water hit her eyelashes. She opened her eyes and saw that she was actually lying in a cave.

Backtracking formation?

She frowned and looked down and saw that her clothes had changed, with only a thin white dress.

There was a cave around it, dripping with water, a little dark and damp.

Zhi Mengmeng and the others disappeared, but she felt that nothing happened to them.

If you can pull your own formation, this formation point is definitely not simple, and there is also a formation master.

Although the situation in front of her was a little out of control, she still calmed her face and turned over and sat up.

"drop--"

There was only a quiet sound of dripping water around, and there was a shimmer in front, like an exit.

She stood up and tried to walk along the light, but found that she couldn't seem to be able to walk out.

She was trapped?

There shouldn't be a formation in this world that traps her.

She felt it for a moment, and her face suddenly became a little strange.

This formation was set up by herself.

She was trapped in the formation she set up?

But why?

Her eyes moved towards the surrounding stone walls. The light of the cave was not as dim as before. With the light, she saw some patterns engraved on the stone walls.

On the pattern is a simple drawing of some people kneeling down. They are kneeling towards something, looking forward, and then they realize that it is a person.

This figure is just a back. Compared with the simple kneeling human beings, the lines of this person are exaggerated to a very tall level. They are wearing a long robe and only have this figure. Although they are thin, they have a breath of worship.

Her eyes looked at the shadows in a faint manner, and she felt the familiar feeling from it.

She knows this person.

And it is not from this era, it is from ten thousand years ago.

A cold breath suddenly came from her cheeks, as if someone was touching her cheeks. Her mind moved, but she had never felt any dangerous breath. A very familiar voice sounded, with gentle attachment and a distant sigh: "Are you cold?"

Song Yanqing?

She wanted to turn her head but saw nothing.

The cave was empty, without Song Yanqing's figure.

The touch on the cheeks seemed to disappear, but there was still a sense of attachment that made people rely on.

"Song Yanqing?"

She made a sound, and her voice echoed in the cave.

She knew this was not true, but she felt that Song Yanqing was here.

Is it - which Song Yanqing?

She frowned and suddenly realized that the fact that her memory was really not simple. The formation was set up by herself. Why did she feel Song Yanqing in the formation?

At this time, the imperial capital, thousands of miles away, was lying on the bed, who was resting, and suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils were as dark as ink, and his eyes were clear at this time, as if he had never slept.

【Song Yanqing?】

The voice was from Qiao Jin. He heard a wave of echoes from somewhere.

He frowned, wearing black pajamas, turned over and sat up, and found that the black air in the corners of the walls had already spread to the point where the entire room was corroded. When he heard it carefully, it seemed that there was a demon's whisper.

It was only a little short of it, and it was about to swallow the bed where Song Yanqing was.
Chapter completed!