The desert is yellow sand, no one is everywhere, only the whistling wind can be heard in the ears.
Standing in it, Zheng Wan felt that her heart was quickly grabbed by a force that she couldn't resist—
No pain, but an indescribable sense of loss.
missed
What is no chance
According to fate, she should have died more than a year ago. In the book of life and death in the palace of the king of hell, she has been expelled long ago.
Everything she has now is something she has won by herself.
She acted like a coquettish fool to Cui Wang, and for a mere bowl of birthday noodles, she wandered around half of the market, from buying rice to selecting ingredients, she did everything by herself, and she didn't even devote herself so much to Aye, but what happened in the end
Cui Wang didn't eat.
The bowl of noodles was thrown to a wooden man.
She was afraid of being abandoned, but Cui Wang obviously promised well, but after receiving the news, he abandoned her casually.
She rushed over with a rush of momentum, bribed the guards, and threatened Cui Wang by acting coquettishly, and finally won the opportunity to enter the gap——
But now, God told her that she had no chance
From now on, Cui Wang will be accompanied by beauties and unicorns. He will have a bright future in the future. The special things he treats her will be shared by others. She...
The more Zheng Wan thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, and then she sat down on her buttocks, folded her arms and sobbed:
"Okay, at least I spent a piece of high-level primordial stone... Cui Wang, that bastard..."
She cried so intently and sadly that she ignored the person who suddenly appeared next to her. It was only when she looked up after crying that she found Shu Yuanan sitting quietly beside her, picking a Pupu plant from nowhere in her hand. Grass is weaving.
A verdant grasshopper took shape on his white fingertips.
The light blue seven-star robes of Beimianmen are scattered on the yellow sand randomly, becoming a bright color between the sky and the earth.
"Really Zheng."
Zheng Wan wiped away her tears, and said in a rough voice:
"what?"
"Here, here you are."
Shuyuan handed over the made-up green grasshopper, and smiled with his eyes bent, two pear dimples appeared faintly: "When my younger brother cries, I use this to coax him."
Zheng Wan took it.
The grasshopper was woven extremely delicately and vividly. She glanced at it and put it in the storage bag:
"Thanks."
"You came in too? Where is this place?"
Shuyuan glanced at her red rabbit eyes, shook his head:
"I don't know either."
"I just don't know where Zhenjun Liwei and the others have gone." He squinted his eyes and looked at the sun above his head that made people's hearts flustered. "But I guess, we should not be with them."
"Why..."
Zheng Wan couldn't remember the details of the dream at all.
But I vaguely remember that there was no such thing in the dream.
But guess, if this is the place where the Qilin Beast chooses its master, she is isolated to a place far away from Cui Wang, and the word "no fate" is cast, which means that she does not meet the conditions for the Qilin Beast to choose its master.
It's just a gaffe just now...
There are oddities here.
Zheng Wan patted the yellow sand on the robe and stood up:
"Forget it, first look for an exit."
Fragile emotions came and went quickly, and she soon recovered her normal appearance and walked forward first, which caused Shuyuan to look at her several times.
"What's wrong?" Zheng Wan touched her face, "Did I get sand on my face?"
Shu Yuan moved his eyes away:
"It's the first time I saw Zhenren Zheng wearing a magic robe. It looks very, very good-looking."
The side of his face facing Zheng Wan was stained with crimson clouds.
"Yeah?"
Zheng Wan thought of Cui Wang who gave this magic robe, and she was afraid that she was a hero saving the beauty at this time, so she let out a "huh" in a neutral way: "I think it's very ordinary."
"… oh."
Shuyuan scratched his head nonchalantly, thinking that the method that the young man said was not very effective, and also, this innate Taoist was not quite the same as the general female cultivators in the Xuancang world.
He simply shut up and took out the compass from the storage bag:
"Let's go north and try."
Zheng Wan followed behind him, walking in the yellow sand with one deep foot and one shallow foot.
No one knew what was waiting for the two of them, so they all reserved their energy to deal with any emergencies that might arise.
Zheng Wan was not in the mood to talk, and Shuyuan was used to being quiet, but it seemed that this yellow sandy land would never end. As far as the eye can see, it is full of yellow sand, except for a round of high sun above the head, which is monotonous like a silent painting.
It's just that it's getting hotter and hotter.
Since Zheng Wan practiced Taoism, she has been cool and sweatless, and the robe on her body still looks like it is warm in winter and cool in summer, but the sun seems to be acting on her mind, making her sweat profusely.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her robe, and narrowed her eyes:
"Why is it getting hotter?"
Shuyuan was also sweating:
"I suspect that we have entered the four seasons."
Four seasons
Zheng Wan's face froze. She had seen this kind of formation in the booklet of Zangshuge. It is said that once she entered the four-season formation, she would experience spring, summer, autumn and winter all day. frost.
Every season, there is a lore, and only by breaking through all four seasons can you get out of the battle smoothly.
She stopped:
"That's not going."
It is useless to walk.
Shuyuan also had the same intention, he put the compass away:
"Wait another moment, if the rising sun turns into a fire wheel, then we can be sure."
Zheng Wan shook her head:
"It will be confirmed at this time."
She pulled the soap boots out of the yellow sand:
"Didn't Master Shu realize that the yellow sand on the soles of his feet can already scald all ants to death?"
On the beautiful pink soap boots, more than a dozen black ants died, which looked like black cores. This soap boots was bought for her by Cui Wang—Zheng Wan lowered her eyes and picked up the dead ants in disgust. shake off.
"It's troublesome to call it like this, Zhenren Zheng will call me Shuyuan."
Shuyuan suggested.
Zheng Wan thought about it and agreed.
Now she is still counting on this formation cultivator who is good at the Beimian Gate to succeed in the formation, but it is just a title, not a big deal, she smiled: "Shuyuan can also call me Zheng Wan."
Shuyuan smiled, and took out a circular formation disk from the storage pouch, and put four low-level primordial stones on it. The formation disk made a loud buzzing sound, and he said:
"There is fire in summer, and when the formation is at its peak, the rising sun will turn into a stream of fire, burning everything in the formation. We need to find a dark place in the formation as soon as possible and guard it, otherwise..."
"Really Zheng, ah no, Zheng Wan, you come with me."
Hearing the word "Zheng Wan", Zheng Wan was stunned for a while before heeling up.
When Zheng Wan was looking for the Yin, Cui Wang also encountered a problem.
Zheng Wan, whom he held in his hand, disappeared.
The soul consciousness looked around, only to find that the original soul consciousness that can be expanded for a dozen miles can only be two feet away from the whole body, and the original force is forbidden.
Nowhere.
"Zhenjun Liwei?"
At this moment, an exclamation came from behind, with surprise:
"Zhenjun also fell here? That's great."
"It turned out to be Zhenjun Qianshuang."
Cui Wang nodded slightly, his eyebrows were slightly clustered, looking at the long corridor in front of him, he felt that this place looked very familiar.
Qianshuang looked at Jianxiu who treated her extremely coldly, feeling lost in her heart, she didn't say anything else, just quietly followed Cui Wang, and the two walked out of the corridor.
The corridor was pitch black, only the sound of light and heavy footsteps echoed in my ears.
"ah-"
Qianshuang was taken aback by a drop of wet cold that suddenly fell on her head. Losing the long-accustomed Yuanli made her uneasy.
"Zhenjun Liwei, you and I will be separated, can you let me hold you by the sleeve..."
Qian Shuang knew that according to the rumors, Zhenjun Li Wei never let strangers get close, especially women.
But come to think of it, a sleeve is still okay.