As if she didn't feel the pain, she looked away from the sword and into his eyes a little bit. The cold and indifferent eyes she had never seen before were strange, which made all the language pale and meaningless.

Cloud thousand if didn't speak, suddenly stretch out a hand to hold that cold sword front, pull out forcefully.

The spatter of blood blurred her vision slightly. She seemed to see him open his thin lips to speak, but suddenly a white light flashed in front of her eyes, and all the scenes changed rapidly.

The north wind is gone! The old man lying on the ground also disappeared! The ancient houses with quiet environment also disappeared

! All the familiar things disappeared in an instant. What we could see was the boundless grassland. The sky was cloudy and the sky was vast.

Yun qianruo looks at the scene in front of him. He is in a trance for a moment. He thinks of something and looks down at himself.

Where are the wounds? Where is the heart piercing sword? She's standing here perfectly, unharmed.

Is everything just an illusion? Is everything fake?

Cloud thousand if low head, line of sight falls in the chest, elegant e eyebrow tightly wring, is a dream after all? Or fantasy? She imagined all the people she saw? Or do you really see it in some kind of nothingness?

Just now, when the sharp sword pierced into the heart, the cold feeling was so real that it was terrible. Even at this moment, the cold feeling was not gone.

When the sword stabbed in my mind, those cold and resolute, indifferent and merciless eyes, without any temperature and a trace of emotion, only endless indifference and cold, looking at her, as if looking at a stranger, bloodthirsty, fierce.

Yun qianruo involuntarily fought a cold war and shook his head.

That's not the beauty of the wind!

Hallucination! It's all fake! She must have entered into some kind of dreamland, maybe, some kind of powerful array, which can lead people into endless imagination, maybe, some real void, which controls people's divine consciousness.

But, no matter which kind, what happened here and the people we met are not true!

Fortunately... Everything is false... If the wind beauty really will become like that

As if, even the courage to imagine down are not really terrible! It's freezing

Although I can't believe it, she believes in the beauty of the wind. He's not going to be like that.

It's impossible to hurt her family, let alone her.

This belief is strange. She has always been convinced that nothing in the world is eternal, even her own, will change quietly with the passage of time, but she just believes in him. She couldn't tell why she was so faithful.

Just thinking, a burst of sweet scented osmanthus cake fragrance with the wind, diffuse in the air, is very attractive.

How can there be the fragrance of Osmanthus cake in the empty wilderness?

Yun qianruo subconsciously frowned, looked at the distance, determined the direction of sweet scented osmanthus cake fragrance, turned and walked in another direction.

No matter what you see, it's not true! Don't believe it! Don't waste time! Find a way out of here as soon as possible.

"Ruo'er, come here quickly!"

Just at this time, a rich and clear voice came, with a strong smile and warmth, very familiar.

Cloud thousand if footstep tiny dun.

It's dad's voice.

But Dad can't be here.

So, it's a fake!

Without looking back, Yun qianruo walked forward.

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