Moonlight Night Villa.

A carriage slowly stopped at the gate of the villa.

The surroundings are elegant, and the courtyard is full of cherry trees. The cherry blossoms fall with the wind, leisurely and gorgeous.

The moonlight was soft, and the female Taoist disciple in Taoist robe opened the gate of the courtyard, quietly came to the carriage, bowed and said, "Your Highness, the head of the prince is already waiting in the courtyard."

"I see!"

Ying Ziyi was wearing only an ordinary light green robe, and walked out of the carriage and took a look at the courtyard.

Although Taoist Tianzong is transcendent, he is definitely not a hermit who wears hemp and eats herbs.

At least, it is not easy to own a small courtyard here.

There is a soup spring in the mountains, and this villa was built because of this.

Ying Ziyi stepped on the wooden corridor and made a creaking sound. The thin curtain was lightly covered, and Xiaomeng's figure in front of him appeared faintly. Her skin was like snow, her white hair was like frost, and the swelling mist was scattered. The woman in the spring was like a painting.

The autumn wind is cold, the cherry blossoms fall, and the spring water is filled with faint ripples. The moonlight is bright and the light is scattered. The scenery in front of you is like a beautiful dream.

"The head of the sect, the prince's palace is coming down."

A female disciple of Taoist Tianzong reported.

Xiaomeng didn't say anything, nor did she move. Ying Ziyi waved her hand, and the female disciple lowered her head and retreated.

Ying Ziyi retreated all his clothes and fell into the spring water. A warm breath seemed to penetrate every pore. Ying Ziyi subconsciously let out a comfortable moan in his throat.

I closed my eyes lightly in the spring, as if I was asleep.

Ying Ziyi didn't care, and just next to Xiaomeng, closed his eyes gently.

After a long time, Ying Ziyi suddenly heard a sound of water. When he opened his eyes, he found that Xiaomeng had come over and stared at him with big eyes.

Xiaomeng smiled softly, "This is the first time in so many years that I am so close to you. And this time, there is no interference from those women."

The beauty is like jade, and the white jade is flawless. Xiaomeng's skin is warm, but it has a more solid texture than this clear spring water.

"You are still the same." Ying Ziyi's mind was in a state of excitement, but there was always a hint of clarity.

Xiaomeng said: "I haven't changed, so what about you?"

As he spoke, Xiaomeng's body gradually approached and her whole body lay on Ying Ziyi's legs.

As light as boneless, as crisp as bright as clouds, Ying Ziyi's arms wrapped around Xiaomeng's waist. The soft but tight touch spread from his fingertips to Ying Ziyi's nerves, which is more comfortable than holding any beautiful jade in the world.

"No one can never change, right?"

A ray of red cloud fell on Xiaomeng's fair face, and a layer of mist covered with a glittering fog on the starry eyes that were as bright as the river.

Xiaomeng smiled and said, "That's right."

At this time, Ying Ziyi and Xiaomeng were at a subtle distance. The graceful feelings quietly climbed into the hearts of the two, attacking their bodies and minds extremely violently, violently like a hurricane.

Flipping, the silver hair tied between the hair fell into the water, and its long white hair scattered like a waterfall, touching the spring water, and its endings were wet, touching Xiaomeng's white back.

Ying Ziyi's hand climbed up from his waist and stroked the soft hair. Xiaomeng leaned forward and poured into Ying Ziyi's arms.

Xiaomeng is naturally noble and has been in seclusion for ten years, claiming to be transcendent. In addition to the original, after ten years of practice, the **** that should not have been found again, penetrated into the body and mind like poison when he was held in his arms by a man.

"Do you know? I lost!"

A smile appeared on Ning Jing's face, and Xiaomeng Yi leaned on Ying Ziyi's chest and said.

"Lost?"

Ying Ziyi asked softly.

"I thought I could beat you in this competition with you. But I still lost, whether it was ten years ago or ten years later."

"What are you going to do?" Ying Ziyi's hands were a little dishonest, but Xiaomeng didn't mind at all. She lay in Ying Ziyi's arms like a quiet kitten.

"Go back to the mountain to practice, or accompany you to complete this journey on earth." Xiaomeng twisted her body, and the sound of water gurgled. She raised her head, her wet skin was like lotus water. She looked at Ying Ziyi and asked, "Where are you? Which one do I hope I will choose?"

"Of course it's the latter one." Ying Ziyi said.

"I think so too." Xiaomeng murmured, gently breaking away from Ying Ziyi's arms, spreading her hands, gently stroked her back.

"What about you? What are you going to do next?"

The soft voice came into Ying Ziyi's ears, Xiaomeng turned her face away, her eyes were blurred, but she did not look at Ying Ziyi's face.

"Of course I apologized!" A sly smile appeared on Ying Ziyi's face.

"What a pity! If you didn't destroy the Yin-Yang family, then inheriting the throne was already a foregone conclusion. But among these numerous methods, why did you choose the worst step?"

"Do you think so?"

The bottom of the entire hot spring is a cone hanging upside down, and it gets deeper and deeper. Xiaomeng in front of her is spreading her arms, spinning in the spring water, like dancing, and it looks very pleasant.

"Oh?" Xiaomeng stopped dancing, looked at Ying Ziyi, tilted her head and said, "So sure enough, is all this within your expectations?"

"It is not that the empire's foundation will be consolidated if all the adverse factors are eradicated. Although the hegemony of all ages is vague, but if Qin continues, it is not a huge dream."

"I believe in you!" Xiaomeng smiled sweetly, her eyes as bright as a stream.

Ying Ziyi walked over lightly and grabbed Xiaomeng's hand.

Xiaomeng was holding the man's hand without a trace of the demeanor of the head of the Tianzong, and her expression was as shy as a girl next door.

The water stayed drop by drop on the corridor. Ying Ziyi hugged Xiaomeng and walked towards the house.

The long night is long, and the clouds on Wushan Mountain are rising. The goddess has a heart, and King Xiang also dreams.

....

When Shi Lan opened her eyes, what appeared in front of her was the laughing faces of Xiang Shaoyu and Jing Tianming.

The sun shone into the house, and the two boys' smiles were bright, making Shi Lan's heart feel warm.

However, there was a doubt in his heart that the girl could not relieve her heart. Is the last scene in my memory real or psychedelic? "Shi Lan wakes up!" Chicken Le Ming shouted and called everyone in.

As a large number of people rushed in, Duanmurong looked solemn, sat next to the couch, quietly raised Shi Lan's hand, and grabbed her pulse.

Everyone held their breath and waited for Duanmurong's answer.

After a long time, Duanmurong put down Shi Lan's hand and said, "The violent power in Shi Lan's body has been absorbed by her. At this moment, she exudes a strong vitality. Shi Lan, can you tell us what happened?"

As time went by, Shi Lan felt the fatigue in her body receded like a tide. She sat up and said, "Then **** was caught in the mirage by Yun Zhongjun, and the pill was successfully refined. I was fed the pill by him and became a medicine man. However, the power was too strong, and I rushed out of the mirage. What happened afterwards? I don't remember at all."

Shi Lan never dared to tell the story of the Immortal Medicine. After all, this was really horrifying.

"When we arrived at the Mirage, we saw you being caught by Prince Qin and was already unconscious." Duanmu Rong paused, her face a little ugly: "Later, we took you down from his hands."

Duanmurong described it like this. After all, it was better to say that it was Prince Qin who threw her to them than to save Shi Lan at that time.

Shi Lan's heart was gone. It turned out that before the memory disappeared, the scene that appeared in a dream was real.

A ray of confusion spread on Shi Lan's face. In that long dream, everything around her seemed to be a different world, but only the memories at that time were so clear.

Above the mirage, the young man was wearing a long dress, with unparalleled momentum. The trace of surprise in his eyes when he saw her, the touch brought by his powerful arms when he hugged him, and the worry on the young man's face when he saw her.

All of this feels so clear.

Shi Lan clearly remembered that the moment she fell into the boy's arms, she felt so quiet in her heart, transcending the pain and confusion brought by hatred, as if in her world, this was enough.

"Shi Lan, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Shi Lan fall into deep thought, the little fat man said with some concern.

"I'm fine!" Shi Lan shook her head. It turned out that all this is true?

"Shi Lan, do you want to eat something?" asked the little fat dun.

Although he has been in a coma for a long time, Shi Lan has not felt a little hungry since she woke up, and her body is full of vitality.

"I'm fine?" Shi Lan shook her head, stood up and stood up, and walked slowly with Duanmurong's support.

At this moment, Xiaoyaozi, who was exhausted, walked in.

"The leader."

Because of the mirage, Wang Qiao and Wang You were left in the Mo family by Xiaoyaozi, helping them to evacuate safely. Wang You Wang Qiao, who was in the house, saw Xiaoyaozi and told her hand.

Xiaoyaozi looked gloomy and looked at Wangyou, sighed and said, "Wangyou, an old friend is here in Zhaodi."

"Old friend?" Wangyou was surprised in his heart, who was the so-called old friend?

Soon, the two men ran in with a sad look on their faces and knelt under Wangyou.

"Princess, Zhao State is finished!"

The two people in front of him were Zhang Er and Chen Yu who had been assisting Zhao Xie.

Wangyou naturally knew the two of them. Looking at them at this moment, he asked, "What happened?"

"Young Master Xie gathered people to assassinate Ying Zheng, but was killed in a defeat. We tried our best to escape from Zhao and defect to the princess." Zhang Er said.

"What! Assassinating Ying Zheng! Is Zhao Xie crazy? Why don't you two stop him!" Wangyou looked angry and asked loudly.

"We advised you!" Chen Yu looked ugly and said, "Before, we two took turns to persuade the young master, but the young master refused to listen! We thought that if things were done, we would naturally be happy. If things were defeated, we would also protect the young master and escape from Zhao. But..." Speaking of this, Chen Yu said to the outside: "General Long Qi, come in!"

He was covered in scales, red as fire, and the dragon and carrying a spear walked in from outside. His face was also dark at this moment.

"Xiaolong." The little fat dun rushed up happily, held Long Qi's hand, and the other party gave a reluctant smile.
To be continued...