Zhao Rong opened his eyes.

See the bright starry sky.

Oh, no.

It turned out to be a dome with a dark background studded with luminous pearls and gems.

Zhao Rong was lying in the coffin, staring blankly at the dome, his pupils slightly out of focus, and his brain seemed to have shut down for a few seconds.

It's like being in a daze after waking up, or reminiscing about a lingering dream.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao is awake?"

At this time, the returning laughter came from the inner lake.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly and ignored the sword spirit. He first reached towards his body with his left hand and first touched a piece of soft but wet silk fabric, like clean clothes that had been left to dry for a long time but were still wet.

Zhao Rong straightened up, sat up from the coffin, and looked down at the piece of 'silk cloth' tightly grasped by the fingers of his left hand.

It turned out to be a red dress, which seemed to be stained with blood, and also seemed to be stained with some other liquids, making it a little wet.

At this time, he was completely naked, with only a red dress belonging to a certain woman covering his body.

Beside him were quietly placed a sumeru object, a sword scabbard, and a small and inconspicuous gray tobacco bag.

The tobacco pouch lay beside the scabbard, looking ordinary.

This is everything in the dragon coffin.

Zhao Rong only glanced at the red skirt in his hand, then pursed his lips and put it down, turned his head, and stared at the other hand carefully.

Yes.

This time it was no longer the phantom limb that deceived him that his hand was still there.

But... where the broken arm was pulled out by the disfigured old Confucian scholar, another hand really grew.

This is a slender, white right hand with well-proportioned bones and flesh, without a trace of redundancy.

Under Zhao Rong's night vision, the white on his right hand was dazzling, even a little sickly pale, but in the eyes of some people who love the aesthetics of white, it is probably a magnificent and ultimate work of art, with a strange sense of beauty.

…

He slowly clenched his fists with his five fingers, feeling some kind of surging power coming from deep within his flesh and bones.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

As he clenched his fist hard, there was a series of snapping sounds similar to cracking of fingers.

Just like a new life, crisp and powerful!

Zhao Rong inhaled slightly, "Is this my master's hand?"

He thought that men with slender, white hands that could rival beautiful women would only appear in books.

Or maybe it's the kind of 'beautiful' hands that can only be possessed by an extremely talented person who surpasses the Taiqing government and looks arrogant among his peers, just like Qingjun's.

Well, beauty can be either male or female.

Because there is a kind of beauty that is neutral.

God is so unfair. Not only is he a genius, but he is also a handsome man and beautiful woman.

Zhao Rong was also very unhappy before, for example, he.

Nothing but soft rice and supreme wisdom.

This is too unfair.

Thinking of this, the red-fruited man in the coffin nodded in agreement.

"Wait a minute, isn't it the same as Yu Huaijin? That's too inconsistent, but maybe there will be bonuses if you go back to practice piano..."

Zhao Rong muttered: "For example, when I turned around and was pressed by Yu Huaijin to practice the piano, I annoyed her again. When I showed her the ruler, I just talked to her a little bit...for example, people with beautiful hands will not hit people with beautiful hands."

"

As he spoke, he thought of Yu Huaijin's extremely beautiful hands, which were very inconsistent with her ordinary appearance.

With this thought, Zhao Rong suddenly turned his eyes and looked at his left hand.

She is also slender and fair.

It is also the proportion of flesh and blood...

Just as good looking as the right hand.

He was stunned for a while.

As if he began to realize something, Zhao Rong first closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then slowly open your eyes.

The next second, he held the coffin with one hand, jumped up suddenly, and jumped out of the coffin.

The body maintains a certain sense of light but steady balance.

Zhao Rong's feet landed firmly on the cold floor, still holding on to the wet red dress that was about to slip off.

The grand main hall was extremely empty.

There was only the open dragon coffin, and the strange red-fruited man standing beside the coffin in a daze.

The man lowered his head and began to move his eyes.

He looked at other parts of his body except his hands.

Those areas that should have been extensively burned and destroyed.

At this time, he could no longer feel any pain.

Well, except for the swelling somewhere...

…

Today, this ruins, which is full of Jiutianhangong flowers, is still solemn and defeated.

The arrival of some people and the departure of others do not seem to disturb the sense of vastness and desolation that pervades it all the time.

This is a group of ruins that even if you don’t know its past story, you can still walk among them and feel depressed and heavy.

This is the erosion of thousands of years of time and water, the endless historical dust that has fallen, and the hasty departure of the ancient tribes and ancient people who once built this mythical city and threatened that the moon will never set. The coming years are heavy.

feel.

However, at this moment, at the edge of the ruins, outside a large hall on a dark cliff.

This sense of age seems to have been completely destroyed by a little girl.

The little fish guarding the gate is really playing hopscotch.

On the ground in front of her, there was some kind of abyssal stone mined from the depths of the North Sea. The mysterious texture seemed to be a bonus to the magic circle. On the cold floor, a crooked square house was painted on it.

The 'house' is made up of small 'round' blocks... well, it should be small squares, with a semicircular roof on top.

But let me tell you something, the painting of this house is indeed quite ugly.

But the little girl with missing front teeth didn't care, she was playing attentively and having a great time.

This is a popular jumping game among off-the-ground folk children.

At this time, the little fish held a few gravels in his hand, carefully threw one out, and then immediately put one foot on the ground, in the shape of an independent golden rooster, jumped into the grid, and jumped happily...

This is a little girl who is on the verge of reaching the Heavenly Will Realm.

No wonder she was so unreliable. She had never played these interesting children's games before on the boat on Xingzi Lake. Besides, no one wanted to play with her.

The current lattice jumping game is something Xiaoyu has recently seen, and he learned it not long ago when he and Sister Xiuer stayed overnight at a private house.

She was bored in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum these days. She couldn't bear her childishness and wanted to play games, but Sister Xiu'er refused to let her go. She confiscated her skipping rope, rubber bands, and pebbles... Sister Xiu'er only said that she was in the solemn and solemn Imperial Tomb.

It's a bit shameful to play this, and it's easy for other divorced women to laugh at me.

But now, Luo Xiu allowed Xiaoyu to play.

She was so weak that she took the girls in white clothes and took a step ahead. Before flying up to the bright moon, she returned all the skipping ropes, rubber bands, and pebbles to Xiaoyu.

Let the little girl stay temporarily and guard in front of the main hall...

He also said that she can play games as she pleases. The floor here is so big that the little girl can lie down and roll around.

When Xiaoyu heard this, of course she immediately shook her head like a rattle. With a serious face, she said righteously to Sister Xiu'er that there is no such thing as games, cultivation is the most important thing, and you can't slack off... Sister Xiu'er, don't worry.

, leave it to Xiaoyu next. You and your sisters can go ahead with peace of mind, and be careful on the road...

Luo Xiu didn't say anything at that time, she just took one more look at Xiaoyu and then led the others away.

After they left, Xiaoyu stood in front of the main hall, leaning against the abundant spiritual energy exposed through the crack in the door. He practiced in a decent manner for a while, then scratched his head and suddenly realized that Sister Xiu'er was right.

For matters of the heart, a combination of work and rest is most effective.

Then she happily took out the pebbles and paintbrush and danced on the square grid.

Just have a little fun, and practice it seriously for an hour without clearing the 'hopscotch' level once. Well, this arrangement is not too much, right?
To be continued...