Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

"Damn it! She can really sit. If she sits for a hundred years, I will almost turn into a fossil!" The ant emperor's voice was filled with endless exhaustion.

"If time hadn't stopped passing here, she would have turned into an old woman long ago!" Qiongqi liked what Xifeng Qingran said.

A hundred years ago, the phrase ‘Look, there are two idiots up there. ’, it and Chaos always remember it!

"Nothing has changed in a hundred years. It's a waste of time." Chaos said scornfully.

Taotie wakes up from Taotie's back.

Taotie said casually: "This girl finally started to take action. After the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire, it seems to be a fantasy land, right?"

"Yes, it's the illusion. What if she gets trapped in it and can't get out?" the black pterosaur asked curiously.

"Wait! The illusion?" Yingzhao woke up, "I remember that the illusion is only effective for monks. Maybe we can follow it in..."

"This is Yinglong's territory. Without its permission, who dares to enter?" Gou Chen asked.

Yingzhao was in a bit of a dilemma. They really didn't dare to go in without Yinglong's permission.

At this time-

A majestic voice came into the ears of a group of ferocious beasts.

"You can enter the illusion, you can help or cause trouble, but you are not allowed to attack the little girl in the illusion."

When the ferocious beasts heard this voice, they were suspicious at first, and then overjoyed.

All the ferocious beasts nodded in agreement.

Then one by one, they became invisible, taking one step ahead of Feng Qingran, and entered the illusion.

I was afraid that it would be late and there would be no good location.

After all the ferocious beasts disappeared above the clouds, Yinglong and the Ancient Snake appeared.

The Ancient Ming Snake observed Feng Qingran, "They always keep their word. If you do this, you are not afraid that the little girl will be delusional."

"Hmph! If they violate the rules, they will be the ones who suffer." Ying Long said majestically.

Its place, the rules will naturally be formulated by it.

"Can this girl really do it?" Taikoo Mingshe was a little worried.

At such a young age, could Feng Qingran really be able to resist the temptation in the fantasy world?

Everything in the psychedelic realm is based on the memory of the person who enters it, and it is extremely real.

Everything inside is reasonable and compliant.

It is almost impossible for a person who is in an illusion to find the flaws in the illusion.

Even most people who enter the illusion are unwilling to come out again even if they finally know that it is an illusion.

Ying Long was silent for a long time, looking at Feng Qingran who was standing at the entrance of the illusion, and said firmly: "She will definitely come out, but I am a little worried about whether those ferocious beasts can come out alive."

Ancient Snake:...

Thinking of Feng Qingran being Mo Jinghong's junior sister.

The Taikoo Ming Snake was a little sympathetic to the group of ferocious beasts that entered!

at the same time.

Feng Qingran stopped at the edge of the mountain of swords and sea of ​​fire.

The next step should be the second test.

I don’t know what the second test is?

Feng Qingran looked at the fog ahead and thought of the Sword Tomb.

Is this the same as the Sword Tomb?

Feng Qingran hesitated for a while, but then took a step forward resolutely and stepped into the mist.

After entering the fog, Feng Qingran's vision went dark and she suddenly lost all consciousness.

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"Ranran, wake up quickly, the sun is going to shine on your butt."

An extremely gentle voice woke up Feng Qingran from her sleep.

Feng Qingran opened her almond-shaped eyes and was confused for a moment. Who is this gentle and quiet woman?

The woman's beautiful eyes were full of tenderness. She patted Fengfeng Qingran's head with her slender hand, "Ranran, haven't you slept well yet? Eat breakfast and then go to bed."

Feng Qingran looked at her little hands and feet and asked in a sweet voice, "How old am I?"

"Ranran is four and a half years old this year, how come you can forget your own age?" Every move of the woman is pleasing to the eye, and her temperament is even more painting-like.

The eyebrows are like a distant mountain without being drawn and darkened, and the lips are painted with sand but not dotted.

Feng Qingran's almond-shaped eyes flashed with confusion. Why does she have no memory of such a great beauty?

Feng Qingran's eyes shone with vigilance. Although she couldn't remember why she became smaller?

But she clearly remembered falling into the Sword Tomb, meeting her master, and then her senior brother...

And then……

Feng Qingran suddenly realized that her memory had regressed again.

Now she can only remember what happened before the auction...

It seemed like something was taking away her memory?

In fact, she can remember less and less things!

"You go out first, and I'll get dressed." Feng Qingran decided to keep quiet for now. She wanted to find a way to write something down.

When the woman heard Feng Qingran's words, she smiled coquettishly and said, "Ranran has grown up and is now shy. I'll go out and wait for you first."

When Feng Qingran saw the woman going out, she immediately stood up and observed.

These are just ordinary houses.

There is a table at the entrance. There is a bookcase on the left and a bookcase on the right. Where has she seen such a cabinet?

The whole house is decorated simply yet exquisitely.

It can be seen that the person who decorated the room took great care.

That woman said she was her mother?

She should be Feng Qingran's mother in the book.

Feng Qingran's small face showed a bit more solemnity.

She was an orphan before she passed through the book. After she passed through the book, she never met Feng Qingran's mother...

Even if you fall into an illusion, you shouldn't see Feng Qingran's mother first?

Aren’t illusions always based on memories and arranging things?

Feng Qingran found that the more she thought about it, the more she forgot.

She hurried to the table, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and wanted to write something.

But if what I write is seen by someone in the illusion, will it have any impact?

Feng Qingran still doesn’t know what to write...

A drop of ink fell on the paper.

Something flashed through Feng Qingran's mind.

She put down her pen in a strange way and drew something on the paper.