"Where is this..."
In the empty cave, there is a strange palace, without luxurious decorations, and as far as the eye can see, there are jagged mountain walls, which look majestic and scary. If it weren't for the braziers on both sides, it would be so dark here that you can't even see the road clearly.
Walking to the innermost part, there is a circular open space with a pool in the center, just like a modern fountain. Behind the pool, about two meters away, there is a high platform with a strangely shaped chair on it.
The shape of the chair seemed as if it was being held up by four unknown beasts, and the posture in which they were held up was one of kneeling.
This chair gives people an invisible pressure, making people feel intimidated and want to worship it.
"Strange, where is this? Why am I here?" Ling'er said to herself in confusion. In fact, she wanted to ask a question, but no one answered. Suddenly she thought of something and quickly raised her hand, "Could it be that I am dreaming again?"
The fair white fingers moved to the cheek and pinched it hard, "Damn, it hurts!" It seems that this is not a dream
This shouldn't be the case. She remembered that she should be in the palace of Feng Kingdom, fighting against Bloodthirsty. How could she be here
Could it be that she was defeated in the battle, captured by Bloodthirsty, and imprisoned here? Why didn't she have any memory of it at all
She only remembered that she felt very hot and painful, so she yelled and then fainted. She had no idea what happened afterwards.
She slowly walked towards the strange chair, which seemed to have an invisible attraction to her.
As I got closer, there seemed to be some pattern on the back of the chair.
"It seems... to be a word!" Because the light was too dim, she couldn't see it clearly, and the pattern was not obvious, just a little shadow.
Although she didn't know where this was, driven by curiosity, Ling'er still reached out her hand and tried to touch the back of the chair.
The moment her skin touched the chair, the pattern actually glowed.
The purple pupils shrank for a moment, and Ling'er was also slightly surprised. But it was only for a moment, and she regained her usual calmness.
"You... turns out to be a word 'You'." This time, she saw the pattern clearly. It was a word 'You' written in traditional Chinese characters.
"You? You..." After she repeated it twice, she suddenly had a splitting headache. That strange and sad voice echoed in her mind again.
"You are mine! You are mine! The bond of three lifetimes, you can't escape, you can't escape!"
"You are mine! You are mine! The bond of three lifetimes, you can't escape, you can't escape!"
"You can't escape the bond of three lives and three worlds, you can't escape!"
"I can't escape..."
A pair of sad and desperate eyes kept flashing through my mind, repeating these words over and over again.
"Oh, my head hurts so much! It hurts so much! Ah!" Ling'er held her head with both hands. Because of the splitting pain in her head, her body kept staggering and her face was full of pain.
"Ah, ah! Who are you? Who are you? Ah! It hurts!" Ling'er couldn't bear the pain anymore and fell straight onto the chair...
"ah!"
When I opened my eyes again, I saw a completely different scene.
There is a big bed decorated with purple sandman, in an antique house, with a screen standing not far away. Behind the screen should be a door.
The purple flowers looked at the sun eagerly, hoping to be bathed in the sunshine. The morning dew on the green leaves had not yet evaporated. Everything seemed so peaceful, as if everything that had just happened had not happened at all.
She was very familiar with this place. It was the bedroom in Yuntian Palace where she lived last night. Even the quilt was the same golden phoenix quilt she had covered herself with last night. So, this must be Yuntian Palace.
"Yuntian Palace..." Ling'er murmured in a low voice, and then she suddenly looked up and opened her eyes wide, "Tiantian!"
Before he could finish his words, the man had already run out of the house.
"Master? You're awake!" As soon as he went out, he met Xuan Yi who was carrying food.
Originally, they were all going to stay by Ling'er's side to look after her, but Yin Feng was worried that Feng Ling would be too noisy and disturb her master's rest, so he asked everyone to leave. Besides, he also knew that Ling'er was not injured, but just too tired, and she would be fine after a good sleep.
Although Ling'er was from Yunhai City and did not need to follow the habits of the human world in eating and sleeping, Ling'er had been in the human world for so long that she had gotten used to the living habits of the human world, so Yinfeng ordered Xuanyi to bring food over. Originally, Feng Ling wanted to bring it over, but Yinfeng was worried about his impetuous personality, so he asked Xuanyi to come over.
As soon as she saw Xuan Yi, Ling'er hurriedly grabbed his arm holding the food and anxiously asked about Di Shitian's situation.
"Where is Di Shi Tian? Where is Di Shi Tian? How is his injury?" While asking, he kept shaking Xuan Yi's arm, causing the soup he brought to spill out.
However, Xuan Yi also knew that it was normal for his master to be like this, "Master, don't worry, King Tianze is no longer in danger of life, and he is recuperating in the room opposite you. But in his body..." Before Xuan Yi could finish his words, Ling'er had already rushed towards Di Shitian's room and pushed open the door.
The layout of this room is almost the same as her room. It is also mainly purple and white. This should be arranged according to Shangguan Yunxiao's preferences. Unexpectedly, Shangguan Yunxiao, such a hot-tempered person, actually has the same preferences as herself, and likes these elegant, pure and noble colors.
One's true nature can be seen from his preferences. I guess Shangguan Yunxiao is not a wicked person. It's just unclear why the rumors say he looks like that.
On the purple bed, Emperor Shi Tian lay quietly. His usually deep eyes were now obediently closed, less aggressive. His long eyelashes curved upwards, fluttering from time to time. Perhaps he was dreaming.
Ling'er sat down next to Di Shitian and felt his pulse. The toxins in his body had stabilized and his injuries were under control. But what was this strange power? It seemed that there was a new power in his body, a power he had never seen before! (To be continued)