Fast Travel Guide: The heroine collapses

Chapter 884, He is the Lord Sanskrit

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that I don't want to confront him unless necessary. After all, his cultivation has always been unfathomable!"

Chang An explained.

"You're right. I'd better leave, or I'll be sealed by him again. If that's the case, if I break the seal and come out again, I'm afraid that Qing'er's children will be able to call me grandpa by then!"

Rong Weiyang thought for a while, then nodded thoughtfully.

Suddenly, a divine light flashed in the sky. Seeing this scene, Chang'an and Rong Weiyang looked at each other, quickly opened up the space, and entered the space-time tunnel.

When entering the tunnel, Changan did not forget to take away some broken Lixuan mirrors, he was afraid that if the Lixuan mirrors were left here, Sanskrit could easily find their whereabouts through it.

"Master, master, and me, you left me behind!"

Bai Tuanzi saw that his master forgot to bring it, and rolled around sadly on the ground.

Rong Weiyang heard Bai Tuanzi's voice, stretched out a hand and dragged Bai Tuanzi into the space-time tunnel.

Fanyin originally wanted to go to the chaotic space to find Qingcheng, but found that the chaotic space could not enter, and sensed the aura of Rong Weiyang and Chang'an, but after arriving, the aura of the two disappeared.

Bai Tuanzi and Li Xuanjing who were here also disappeared together.

Seeing this scene, Fanyin's golden eyes suddenly turned cold, his body was majestic, his robe was gently raised with the snowflakes and cold, a cold and holy smile appeared on his face,
"Okay, very good, you are like this... very good!"

Sanskrit did not expect that he just went to practice, and after returning from practice, Rong Weiyang, Chang'an, and Linyuan all avoided him!
It really surprised him, and at the same time, he was slightly confused, wondering why they were avoiding him!
……

After Qingcheng integrated all 30 soul hearts into the space with divine power, the chaotic space suddenly changed dramatically.

The black mist receded slowly, and the sky was blue and boundless.

In the distance, there are layers of mountains.

There are also clear and clean rivers, lush forests, green and fresh grasslands, and endless deserts...

Behind the nearby bamboo house, there is an invisible fruit forest. There are various fruit trees in the fruit forest, some are blooming, and some are bearing fruit. Under the tree, a hundred flowers are blooming, as beautiful as a fairyland.

Just after Qingcheng stabilized the chaotic space, Zhong Qingling made a pleasant and crisp sound, notifying the host that a guest was coming.

A white holy figure appeared in front of Qingcheng.

"Ah Qing..."

The man's voice is extremely pleasant, his appearance is beyond ordinary, and his clean and holy aura cannot be desecrated by others.

Behind her are a pair of pure white wings and a pair of golden eyes, shining with a light as clear as glass.

Seeing the god who suddenly appeared, Qingcheng was slightly at a loss.

"who are you?"

The woman's long white dress reaches the ground, her blue silk is like ink, her eyebrows are as slender as a crescent moon, with a hint of charm.

The long and curly eyelashes are as beautiful as butterfly wings, and the eyes are indifferent and calm, as if they contain the essence of everything in the world, boundless and radiant.

The skin is crystal clear, there is a touch of cherry red cinnabar on the forehead, and there is a touch of elegance and charm in the world like a fairy. The beauty is charming and unparalleled in the world!

Obviously they were two familiar people, but now they are like strangers...

Sanskrit's heart ached, and his eyes drooped slightly, suppressing the roiling emotions in his heart, and his voice was cold.

"I am Sanskrit!"

"Lord Sanskrit God?" Qingcheng was a little surprised.

I don't know why, when she saw this so-called Sanskrit Lord God, no matter how beautiful and holy he looked, she couldn't get the slightest favor for him!

"The Lord Sanskrit is here, but what's the matter?"

"No, I just wanted to see you!"

Sanskrit spoke very straightforwardly, with a serious expression on his face.

Qingcheng: "...Okay!"

Qingcheng twitched the corner of her mouth, she didn't know what to say when he said Sanskrit's ambiguous words so seriously.

After thinking about it, he suddenly thought of something, and handed Sanskrit the dream that he had recovered from the small world to Sanskrit from the space.

When handing Sanskrit Mimeng, Qingcheng felt a little guilty.

"By the way, Lord Sanskrit, this is yours, right? I happened to meet in the small world, so I brought it back for you!"

Today's maze has become a dead thing without intelligence.

Because after returning from the small world, Mimeng has memories, after all, it is a Sanskrit thing.

In order to prevent it from holding grudges and suing the Sanskrit God, Qingcheng took the opportunity to erase its wisdom when he came back.

Although he knew that it was not easy for the divine tool to grow spiritual wisdom, but Qingcheng was even more afraid of trouble.

Mimeng's original shape is a pure white and flawless pansy flower, which looks very beautiful, with a little white light on its body, which makes people's eyes brighten at a glance.

Sanskrit took over Mimeng and watched, his eyes dimmed, and a sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"So, back then, you threw her into the small world!"

The Sanskrit murmured a little softly, and Qingcheng didn't hear it, and looked at the Sanskrit strangely, as if she was a little lost.

"God Sanskrit, do you have anything else to do? If it's all right, I'm going to the small world!"

Sanskrit came back to his senses calmly, and looked at Qingcheng: "Come here!"

Qingcheng blinked her eyes, a little puzzled: "The main god of Sanskrit?"

Seeing standing still, Sanskrit finally took the initiative to approach Qingcheng, and under Qingcheng's astonished gaze, put Mimeng on Qingcheng's hair bun.

In an instant, Mimeng seemed to be stuck on it, and combined with Qingcheng's hair, it seemed that she had a touch of agility.

"Lord Sanskrit, what are you doing?" Qingcheng came to her senses, reaching out her hand to remove the dream.

"No, it belongs to you. If its owner doesn't want it, then it will just disappear!"

A holy face speaks cruel and cold words.

Qingcheng blinked her eyes, not understanding what Sanskrit meant: "Why is it mine, isn't it an artifact made by you, the Sanskrit master?"

Sanskrit looked at Qingcheng strangely and said, "What artifact? It's just a butterfly hair ornament that I personally made!"

Qingcheng twitched the corner of her mouth: "No wonder, it turned out to be a hair accessory, but, Lord Sanskrit, did we know each other before?"

Otherwise, why does he always look at her with that strange look, which makes her hairy and extremely uncomfortable.

"You'll know later!" Sanskrit's words were meaningful.

"……All right!"

Qingcheng nodded, thinking about it, no matter what happened during that time.

It shouldn't be long before she regains her memory!
"Then—Lord Sanskrit, you can do whatever you want, I'll go to the task first, and I won't talk to you anymore!"

Sanskrit nodded: "Well, okay, you go, I'll wait for you to come back!"

(End of this chapter)