In the book, the villain male second was conquered by me and became a loyal dog

Then, they went to other stalls, carefully selected the bamboo strips, paper, scissors and other items they needed, and went home happily.

In the yard, Aunt Mei was busy brewing wine. Seeing the two of them coming back, she smiled and said, "You're back so soon? Didn't you take a closer look?"

Tong Huanyou placed the tools he bought neatly on the large round table and said, "There are too many people in the market. If we continue to walk around, we will be squeezed into a meat pie."

Meimei, who was sitting around the table, cutting paper attentively, also said, "Yes, yes, there are a lot of people at the market."

Aunt Mei nodded in response, not stopping her work: "Yeah, it's a festival, it's good to have some fun."

"It's really lively, mom, someone even set off a muffled firecracker, the sound was really muffled!"

"I heard it too. I thought it was a wolf coming out of nowhere, but it turned out to be a muffled cannon."

Tong Huanyou nodded: "It is quite loud."

In the following time, Tong Huanyou and Meimei began to concentrate on making Kongming lanterns.

Tong Huanyou carefully handles the bamboo strips and pieces them together into an exquisite frame.

Meimei was concentrating on helping Tong Huanyou, fearing that there would be any mistake.

Then the two of them began to draw exquisite patterns on paper.

Aunt Mei would occasionally stop her winemaking work and come over to give some instructions, her eyes full of love and satisfaction, and a gentle smile on her lips.

After working for a long time, finally, three particularly beautiful Kongming lanterns appeared before our eyes.

"Sister, what do you want to draw?" Meimei leaned forward with her little head, wanting to see what was going on. Her big eyes blinked with curiosity.

On the lantern in front of Tong Huanyou, there was a picture of a young man with a high ponytail, dancing with a sword in the snow.

Tong Huanyou's eyes paused, a bit doubtful: "I... don't know who he is..."

Aunt Mei also came forward to observe...

When his eyes touched the picture of the young man, his eyes became slightly panicked, and he hurriedly guided:

"I think he looks familiar. Maybe he's a character from a storybook. If you like him, Aunt Mei will bring you a few copies from Aunt Li someday."

Meimei curled her lips when she heard this, and muttered, "Mom, you won't even let me see it."

Aunt Mei said unhappily, "What are you looking at, kid?"

Tong Huanyou was stunned and murmured unconsciously: "A character from the storybook?"

But why do I feel that he should really exist?

At this time, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the Kongming lantern, as if giving the young man dancing with the sword in the painting a layer of warm golden edge.

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At the seaside at night, a deep inky color covers the sky and the earth.

After dinner, Tong Huanyou came to the beach alone and strolled slowly.

The sea breeze blew her hair and clothes wantonly, her hair flying in the wind and her clothes rustling.

The sea was rough, and the waves hit the rocks violently, splashing countless white water.

The water splashed briefly in the air and then quickly fell, merging into the endless darkness.

Tong Huanyou looked at the surging sea, his thoughts gradually became absent-minded, and his eyes became somewhat empty.

The painting I drew that afternoon kept appearing in my mind, as if it was about to jump out of the paper.

"A character from a storybook?"

She couldn't help but mutter, her voice torn into pieces by the sea breeze and almost drifting away in the air.

"Since you like sword dancing, I plan to give you a solo dance. How about that?"

The familiar words echoed in my ears again, and the clear yet elusive picture flashed before my eyes again.

She suddenly covered her forehead and pressed her temples hard with her fingers, her brows furrowed and her face distorted in pain.

Trying hard to capture those fragmented images in your mind.

But it was as if there was a huge wall isolating her from her memory. No matter how hard she tried to recall, those images always flashed by and could not be pieced together.

She frowned, her eyes wandered, her expression was painful and confused: "No... No... I should know that person..."

"But why... I just can't remember!"

Tong Huanyou anxiously slapped his head again and again, his eyes full of anxiety and impatience.

"Boom!"

A huge bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

The lightning was like a silver dragon with bared fangs and claws, tearing through the thick night sky and instantly illuminating the dark sky as bright as day.

It was like the angry roar of the gods, echoing endlessly between heaven and earth.

Accompanied by the sound of thunder and lightning.

Two figures seemed to appear in front of Tong Huanyou.

The girl lay on the boy's firm back, swinging her legs happily and asked: "Qingci, where are we going?"

The boy looked straight ahead, his eyes firm and gentle, and answered without hesitation: "Go to my home and yours."

Tong Huanyou stood there blankly, not knowing what to do with the unreal scene before her.

She tried to reach out and touch it, but the scene was like the moon in the water or the flower in the mirror, which was out of reach.

My memory... seems to be faulty.

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Jueshen Mountain.

It towers into the clouds like a giant pillar standing tall and straight into the sky, as if it is about to poke a hole in the sky.

A dark blue waterfall pours down from the top of the mountain, like an upside-down Milky Way, with splashing water. It looks weak, but it hits the mountain and splashes layers of water mist.

It is surrounded by clouds and mist, so thick that it seems to be real, obscuring the mountain and making it appear vaguely visible.

The cliffs are rocky and there is almost no vegetation.

Only occasionally a few tenacious pine trees stretched out from the cracks in the rocks with twisted branches.

At this moment, a huge black dragon suddenly flew up through the clouds and headed straight for the top of the mountain.

The surrounding clouds and mist were stirred up by this sudden intrusion, becoming turbulent like a galloping horse.

In the center of his dragon horns, a dark red figure stood proudly.

mountain top.

Completely covered in ice and snow.

The strong wind blew the snowflakes flying wildly, creating a silver-white world.

The temperature was so low that it was suffocating. With every breath, one could feel the cold air piercing the lungs, as if it was freezing all the internal organs.

Looking around, there are crystal clear ice crystals everywhere, attached to the surface of the rocks, forming a thick layer of ice.

The cold wind whistled past and blew on my face, feeling painful like a knife.

The black dragon's body flashed with light, and it transformed back into human form and quickly stood firm.

A young man walked out from behind him, his clothes rustling in the hurricane and his hair dancing wildly.

"My Lord, you just took the thunder for me. Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The breath exhaled by Xuan Lin instantly turned into white mist, and a thin layer of frost condensed on his eyebrows and eyelashes.

"No problem."

Yu Qingci looked ahead calmly, strode forward with firm and steady steps.

With every step you take, there is a "crunching" sound under your feet.

Not long after.

The two came to a place consisting of two huge black crystal pillars.

The two stone pillars are as black as ink, as if they rose from the endless dark abyss, standing quietly in this world of ice and snow.

They are like a door, but the space in the middle is not solid, but a swirling white vortex of air.

Under the air flow, a dark blue stream is flowing continuously downwards.

As the air flow surged, it also emitted bursts of low whistling sounds.

Xuan Lin was shocked when he saw this.

He had never seen such a scene anywhere in the world.

With his mouth slightly opened, he asked in surprise, "Master, where is this?"

Yu Qingci raised his eyelashes slightly and said indifferently: "The source of the Weak Water, the ancient cemetery."

"The ruins of chaos."