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Chapter 533 The Third First Encounter

But at the end, two lines of tears were shed.

In an instant, many people rushed into Wanyan's heart.

She thought of her father and mother, her sister and Xuan Yi, Guan Jiheng and Yanwei, sister Lan Yu, grandpa, and Yiqianzi.

She also thought of that shadow that she couldn't remember who it was, but always vaguely saw in her dreams.

Hey, there are still so many regrets in the end... Wanyan sighed in her heart.

I can't remember it in this life, so I can only look for you in the next life.

In the end, Wanyan vaguely saw a person walking towards her, carrying all the light on her back.

He sat beside him, with a faint fragrance on his sleeves.

The fragrance penetrated into her body bit by bit, but it was not pungent at all.

It is so light but profound, kind and noble.

For a moment Wanyan didn't know if she was awake or in a dream.

I don't know if this is the death of the world, or the fragrance of heaven.

In short, Wanyan finally closed her eyes peacefully, and left quietly.

Farewell, world.

Beside Wanyan, there were two distant voices that rang in her ears.

"My lord...Miss Xuan won't wake up halfway, will she?"

"No. This is the fragrance of my Manju, except the original body. No one in the world can resist it except the awakened Shahua Poison Venerable."

The voice paused, and asked again: "Is the luggage ready? I'm leaving now."

"Ready." The man replied, but then hesitantly said: "My lord, are you really going?"

Going here is a narrow escape.

The verdant jade voice was clear and firm.

"Let's go now."

. . .

It was a long, long dream.

At the beginning of the dream, it was a violent storm, a stormy sea, and a fight for life and death.

In the middle of the dream is a bridge of blood, the color of blood soaks the blue sea, and the sky is stained with blood light.

At the end of the dream, there is tranquility and serenity, the fragrance of birds and flowers, and the loving gaze.

Maybe it's because this is the road to heaven, Wanyan feels that this road is extremely long.

And even though Wanyan didn't have the slightest sense of consciousness in the dream, she still felt thrilling and terrified.

I don't know how long this dream has been going on, and suddenly one day, Wanyan felt a little more real in her confusion, and a gleam of light slipped through her closed eyes.

Wanyan couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, not knowing whether she finally arrived in heaven or hell.

But no matter what, Wanyan thought, she must see what the world after death is like.

However, when Wanyan opened her eyes, what she saw was not the curling of fairy air, nor the raging fire of the iron flails, but... a ceiling.

And it's a particularly familiar ceiling.

Wanyan was a little puzzled, and struggled to move, but found that her body was no longer weak, and she had regained her vitality.

And before Wanyan died, the inexplicable concern and constant anxiety that had been lingering in her heart have been swept away, allowing Wanyan's soul to rejuvenate.

Wanyan was full of wonder, she lay on her back and raised her hands, looking over and over in front of her eyes, trying to understand how she regained her strength.

Why did I die once, and the whole person seemed to be alive...

Wanyan felt strange in her heart, but she heard a few light footsteps in her ears, and they were getting farther and farther away from her.

Wanyan immediately stood up vigilantly, and when she turned her head, she saw a figure who was leaving.

It is the back of a young man, as straight as a jade tree, so tall and straight that it is a little unnatural.

Speaking of just looking at it, Wanyan's heart tightened, and she felt that it was much harder to breathe.

Wanyan didn't have time to think about the reason, she just wanted to call him to stop, and immediately called out: "Young Master! Please stop!"

Hearing this, the young man's footsteps gradually slowed down, as if struggling and hesitating between turning around or not turning around.

But in the end, the boy still turned around and sent him a pair of eyes as quiet as autumn water.

He didn't speak, just quietly waiting for Wanyan's next words.

However, Wanyan couldn't speak anymore, the moment she saw the boy's face, she panicked completely.

This is a very handsome young man, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and long eyebrows like willows; a pair of black pupils are so black that they are as bright as stars; a face is as if it has been carefully carved, with sharp edges and corners.

However, compared to his appearance, the first thing people see about him is his ethereal aura.

It is a noble, indifferent, cool, and upright temperament, a temperament that can be inexplicably convinced just by looking at it, a temperament that is cold and fierce, but does not make people feel afraid, a temperament that although young and green Appearance, but exceptionally mature and prudent temperament.

This appearance, this temperament, are like two thunderbolts hitting Wanyan's head, disturbing Wanyan's heart.

They are obviously so strange, but they are indescribably familiar.

That familiarity is like a feather, fluttering and fluttering in front of Wanyan, letting her know its existence all the time.

But when Wanyan reached out to grab it, she couldn't find its trace no matter what.

Under the control of panic, Wanyan subconsciously stretched out her hand to the pillow, and actually touched her own saber.

...I died with my sword?
Wanyan was surprised again for a moment.

In fact, Wanyan didn't really need to touch the sword, because the moment she saw Wanyan touching the sword, in the young man's eyes, it was clearly the pain after being pierced by the sword.

Wanyan coughed lightly, really wanting to break the strange silence, she asked herself before she could think about her words: "Hello, young master, it's the first time we meet, I'm not very polite, please forgive me...

May I ask... May I ask where is Mr. Rong?Perhaps you have seen it? "

After asking this question, the boy's pupils suddenly trembled, as if he had heard some terrible news.

But not to mention a young man, even Wanyan would turn pale with shock as soon as she finished speaking.

Mr. Rong?Why would my first reaction be to ask Mr. Rong?I respected Mr. Rong very much before I was alive, but I didn't get to know him to this extent!

In this way, Wanyan was surprised to find that there seemed to be a strange emotion in her body, which penetrated into every drop of her blood.

This kind of emotion is a kind of concern and dependence similar to blood relatives, and this concern and dependence all point to Rong Jin.

"Oh my god..." Wanyan whispered, "What's wrong with me..."

Over there, the young man finally came to his senses, his face was still cold, but his eyes were full of broken heartache.

"it is good."

The young man replied lightly, it was a completely unfamiliar voice, cold and awe-inspiring, with a bit of rejoicing for the survivors who had not dissipated, and a bit of imperceptible trembling.

"I'll go find him."

After saying this, he turned and left.

It was a bit like fleeing in a hurry.

As soon as he opened the door, a breeze came in from the hallway, mixed with a cool fragrance like the first snow.

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