Qi Nula only felt that he had a dream.
The ethereal and ethereal singing voice came from the extremely far south, like a wisp of warm wind, softly infiltrating her heart with a gentle and moist feeling, above the clouds, Qionglou Yuyu, the corridor paved with white marble The bridge, twists and turns, twists and turns, the fairies who come and go are all wearing pink gauze skirts, graceful posture, light walking, that exposed skin like pearls and jewels of moisturizing, arouses people's hearts.
It's really beautiful here, it should be a dream, and I feel my consciousness drifting.
Among the winding bridges, there is an open cloud platform overlooking the cloud. Standing on it, you can see the mighty, rushing bright clouds.
Looking at the cloud platform, the mist appeared, milky white, Qi Niao walked forward, trying to see clearly, waving his hands hard, trying to dispel the mist, and walked into the milky mist.
The girl in the dream seemed to be drawn to her mind by something, constantly searching and searching, and a long, white figure appeared in her field of vision, with her black hair dangling down, blown by the wind.
Qi Qi curled up close to the white figure, and only felt that she was an extremely fairy woman. The fluttering skirt that moved with the wind, layer by layer, rippled open.
I don't know what she looks like. The girl is curious and wants to get closer, calling the figure, but she is afraid of disturbing her.
Then, before Qi Niaoyu made a sound, the white figure turned his head to look at herself, curling only saw the corners of her raised mouth, which was as delicate as a rose. The others, even if the curled eyes were widened, they could not be seen. Up.
Curly wanted to catch the white ribbon that the woman was still there, but only felt that the delicate and smooth touch in the palm of her hand was fleeting.
She, why, feel that although the woman is smiling, the upward arc is full of sadness
The sound of waves and waves began to flow into the curled ears, curling only felt that his body was beginning to become lighter, rising higher and higher, turning into thousands of misty feathers, spreading out,
Suddenly, I felt the pieces of feathers come together again, and the surrounding scenes began to change constantly, leaving only the vague ghost images, but Qi Niaoyu clearly felt the howling wind on his face, and the faint Shouting.
It was a woman, but her voice was so similar to her own, but her tone was hopeless and sad.
Curly, even though she was sleepy with the sorrow of the white woman for a long time, she couldn't return to her senses, and she was disturbed by the cry of the woman, but she could calm down and see, but she had reached the top of the mountain.
There was snow in the sky, and the icy cold air was entrained. The woman in the blood-red dress opened her wings and flew to the sky. Qi Curula still couldn't see the woman's face, just as she rose into the sky.
At the end of the sky, a ghostly demon soldier came towards her. At the front of the team, the blood-colored flag streamer rose with the wind. The sharp and passionate horns and the surging drums made the frowning eyebrows and the heart beat.
The curled eyes opened tiredly, staring blankly at the blue sky, turning into a patch of red.
A fierce fire emanated from the woman, attacked in groups, and fell on the demon soldier with blue-faced fangs and terrifying face, and the screams filled the air that was twisted by the high temperature.
Curly wants to hide, hide from the falling sparks, but can't take a step,
And the leader general, holding a sharp sword, wearing a black robe, and no decoration at all
what!
I was curled up in a trance, but I felt that I had somehow become the woman in the blood-colored dress. Looking at the heartless sword, I wanted to cry out, but I wanted to be pinched, so dumb that I couldn't send it out. With the sound, she could only open her eyes wide and watch the gloomy black air in her chest spread out uncontrollably.
The man who assassinated him with the sharp sword couldn't tell. Qi Niao wanted to question loudly, but his body fell uncontrollably.
"what!"
When Qi Yu woke up sweating profusely, he was already lying on the bed of Ziyang Palace's own bedroom, with tears in his eyes, and even the pillow towel was soaked.
"Princess, you are awake, are you uncomfortable?"
Wu Yu's familiar voice sounded in his ears, and he followed the prestige in a dull manner, as if still immersed in a dream, and saw Wu Yu's as always cold face, full of worry and concern, and curled up to see clearly. What was reflected in Wuyu's black pupils was his sweaty and pale self.
"Wuyu, Wuyu, I... I..."
Qi Liao threw herself into Wu Yu's arms, thinking that she had found her support. He grabbed Wu Yu and couldn't say anything. He just kept crying, crying out all the sorrows of recent experiences and dreams.
She wanted to tell Wu Yu what she had experienced, but she couldn't say anything, but her eyes were open.
The ice-blue eyes, tears oozing out again and again, from the corners of the eyes, turned into pearls, rolling to the ground
"Princess, it's okay, Wuyu is here, it's okay, princess..."
Wu Yu's hand lightly patted the back of the crying girl in her arms, and once again, she wanted to pat all the girl's fear away.
The young girl sobbed and sobbed, and then gradually turned into howling.
When the curls calmed down, the red and swollen eyes began to look around, the pink veil, the amethyst bead curtain, and it was confirmed that it was his own bedroom.
"Curl, curl of the queen mother!"
The voice of the queen of the fish clan rang from outside the door, and the hurried steps were accompanied by a squeak. The door was pushed open. The woman entering the door saw the pearls all over the floor and the red and swollen eyes, and she rushed to Qi Niaoyu anxiously. Ignoring the demeanor of the queen of the clan, between my eyes, my distress for my daughter is about to overflow.
"Mother, it's okay to curl up."
Qi Niao replied cleverly. Wu Yu had just told her that the ups and downs of the Ziyang Palace in the past few days of her disappearance had caused even Yu Shui to be upset.
"It's fine to come back curled up, the father and queen, and your brothers are going crazy, but fortunately you are back."
"The mother's queen is too naughty, but don't cry, the mother's queen looks like the queen of our fish clan, she's not pretty!"
Qi Qi curled up at his mother and stuck out his tongue mischievously. His eyes were swollen like walnuts, which made the empress dumbfounded.
Inside the sleeping hall, there are only babbled whispers and occasional joys.