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Chapter 92 The Magic Sword Protects the Flower in My Palm (28)

The Dreamweaver wept silently.

It makes people feel sad.

Si Zhuo didn't want to stay here for a long time, so she stepped forward to pick up the Dreamweaving Beast and take it away, but it avoided it.

Si Zhuo raised her eyebrows, "You promised your master."

Dreamweaving Beast threw the teleportation talisman left by Zhang Hegui to her, without gnawing, it just stared at the lamp stubbornly.

Si Zhuo held the teleportation talisman and Yuhua looked at each other.

Yuhua looked at the Dreamweaving Beast, after all, he agreed to the dead man's business, so he wanted to persuade him, but at this moment he smelled a strong fragrance.

It is the fragrance of making dreams, and the dream-weaving beast is weaving dreams.

Both Si Zhuo and Yuhua were puzzled.

The power of the Dreamweaving Beast has no effect on her or him at this moment, what is it doing like this?
The Dreamweaving Beast didn't make a sound, walked quietly to the blue clothes and white bones left by He Gui, and carefully got into her arms, just like before.

It's just that this embrace no longer has any warmth.

No one will raise their hands to touch it.

"Let's go, Xiaomeng doesn't want to be obedient this time, anyway, the master didn't listen to Xiaomeng..."

Dreamweaving Beast's voice was still choked with sobs, and its tone seemed a little angry, as well as dejected and stubborn.

Si Zhuo and Yuhua were silent for a moment.

The Dreamweaving Beast huddled in He Gui's arms, slowly closed its eyes, the fragrance on its body became stronger and stronger, and its breathing was gentle and weak.

It closed its eyes, but saw Hegui again.

The crane that has never fallen returns.

The Hegui who rescued it from the jaws of fierce beasts when she was young, the Hegui who took her sword to fight hundreds of sects, the Hegui who helped the poor and the poor, the Hegui who was full of spirit...

There is also Hegui who can hold it in his arms.

Yu Xiao gently returned.

The crane returns in peace.

Seeing this, Si Zhuo suddenly remembered He Gui's words.

"There are many people in the world who are addicted to dreams and cannot extricate themselves. They are all willing to sink. How can outsiders wake up those who do not want to wake up?"

It turns out it's not just people.

The dream weaving beast is also like this.

It trapped itself in a beautiful dream, living forever when He Gui was still alive, unwilling to wake up until it died.

"It's its choice."

Yuhua was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

Si Zhuo nodded silently, took his hand, lit the teleportation talisman, the world spun, and the two disappeared in place.

In the humble and mysterious realm of Yunhuang.

The fragrance curls up and lasts for a long time.

The teleportation talisman sent the two of them to the entrance of Yunhuang Secret Realm.

Yuhua recruited the white crane again.

The white crane was obviously reluctant, and it was flying like a rattle, and the reason for the reluctance was of course Si Zhuo.

As soon as it saw her, it felt like it was going bald.

It doesn't want to be a bald crane.

As soon as Si Zhuo saw it, he thought of "air battle".

Want to review the past and learn the new.

I don't know if Yuhua is the same as her. This person has a thick skin and can pretend to be "sanctuary", but I really can't tell.

While waiting for the white crane to fly over quickly to pick him up, Si Zhuo and Yuhua had a serious chat.

It's really business.

"Mengze's spiritual power is exhausted. It is presumably because the cultivation group is too prosperous. It has plundered too much spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and prosperity will inevitably decline."

Yuhua said, looking at the white crane flapping its wings very fast in the distance, it seems to be working hard, but in fact the white crane is walking in the air.

Eyes twitched.

To be honest, he kind of wanted to stew it.

You idiot, you lost the crane.

"When a crane dies, the living beings within a radius of a hundred miles come to life. If you kill a few more cultivators, won't Mengze's spiritual power be restored?"

Si Zhuo said very devilishly.

The tone is relaxed, but every word is bloody.

The strange thing is that Yuhua, as a fairy king, didn't think anything was wrong. Apart from suppressing the group of cultivators, she really couldn't think of any other way.

"I once wondered why immortals and demons were hostile, but now I understand it. It was just for a 'balance'."

Self-consumption, maintaining the balance of the continent.

"So, not only should we not stop the war between immortals and demons, but we should also contribute to it?"

Si Zhuo suddenly felt it was funny, it was a waste of trouble before, if I knew it was like this, it would be better to let the devil and the immortals have a good time.

Yuhua nodded helplessly.

Using a wave of spiritual power, he pulled the white crane over like a kite.

Baihe feels that he has no human rights. Even though he really, really doesn't want to be "ridden", he still has to be "ridden"!
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"Xiao Hua, do you remember what happened in the illusion?"

After getting on the crane's back, Si Zhuo lazily leaned against him, playing with his lock of hair on his chest, and asked suddenly.

She was a little curious whether Ji Hua's and his sliced ​​memories were interoperable.

Yuhua thought for a while, "It's a bit messy."

He sorted out the memories in his mind, some were clear and some were messy, which was really a headache, as if he was in a trance for a certain period of time, but there was one sentence that was very clear.

"I remember His Majesty promised me one thing."

Yuhua lowered his eyes slightly to look at her, and the bright sky light fell on the tip of his brows, softening the coldness of his brows and eyes, making them more timeless and gentle.

"Oh?"

Si Zhuo looked at the blue silk wrapped around her fingertips.

"Your Majesty promised me that you will only be my god."

His voice, as cold as a mountain spring, fell on her ears, and his slow and gentle tone made her heart move and peaceful.

"You also promise me that you will accompany me on that heavy road."

Si Zhuo smiled, her voice a little lazy.

Yuhua stretched out her hand, took her hand entwined with blue silk, and slowly inserted her fingers into hers, interlocking her fingers.

"Unswervingly determined, never regretting."

His voice is as gentle as the spring breeze, lingering over time.

Yuhua hugged her, the breeze was blowing, the blue sky and white clouds, the vision was vast and peaceful, and the heart also calmed down.

The years are quiet and good.

But Si Zhuo didn't want to be quiet at all.

She thinks it is better to "combine movement and stillness".

So, she deftly shielded the white crane, and then overwhelmed him. After Yuhua was stunned, she looked like "Ren Jun Caijie".

Really really owe "moe".

It seems that the problem of "fear of heights" has been cured.

At this time, Tianxiu, a desperate person, came to show her presence, cleared her throat, and prepared to sing a song in response to the occasion.

"Blue sky and white clouds, clear sky, suddenly 'air battle' started~"

"..."

Si Zhuo's temples twitched, and the knife in his eye was thrown over with a cloud of devilish energy, hitting the melon seeds in his hand.

This damned magic sound pierces my ears.

If she were a man, she might wither!

"what--"

Tianxiu sprinkled melon seeds with one hand.

So wailing and jumping in the air to chase melon seeds.

I haven't come up again after chasing for a long time. I guess I don't have the guts anymore. After the skinning, I have a strong desire to survive.

Although the desire to survive is strong.

But it still never forgets to die.

"Melon seeds are knocked out, and happiness is made."

Tianxiu looked up at the huge white crane high in the sky, floated unhurriedly under the shadow of the white crane, said her own wise words, and then added something serious.

"Happiness is made..."

However, this luck is not that luck.

Immortal Yuhua, who was being favored by the Demon Emperor, felt that she suddenly stopped moving, and the corners of her eyes blurred a bit of touching crimson, as if there were peach blossoms blooming.

He thought she was teasing him again, there seemed to be sparkles in his eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse because of forbearance.

"Your Majesty, hurry up..."

"..."

You owe "cute".

Si Zhuo felt offended, and quickly arranged for him to receive high-frequency radiation from the sun.

Blue sky and white clouds, clear sky.

You cry like pear blossoms and rain.

No one cares about you.

Only blazingly intensified.

　The jokes in this chapter are still dense, and I am really suitable for cheering up, but there is a sense of sight that can teach children paper.

　　[Wow in PK, kids, the bus is already on, don't you need to give a ticket? 】

　　
　
(End of this chapter)