Fast Time Traveling: Ten Worlds Backward Chasing

Zhu Xun left the wooden house where Yinshuang was going to be imprisoned forever, and wanted to leave Yinjihai, he followed the footsteps when he came, and walked all the way back.

He thought he would be able to go out in a short time, but he didn't expect to go until it was getting dark, and he didn't get out of the Sea of ​​Causes.

Zhu Xun pinched the palm of his hand, it was already smooth, the previous wound disappeared, and there was not even a little pain left.

Zhu Xun walked another distance, and it was completely dark at this time. He squeezed his hands tightly and put his nails on his palm. Although he didn't feel any pain, he knew that the wound was still there. The wound is now invisible and painless.

Since the sky over Yinji Sea gradually began to darken, Zhu Zhang knew that he had fallen into an illusion again.

There is no night in heaven, and neither is Yinjihai.

He couldn't figure out when he fell into the illusion again, and now Zhu Zhang only hoped that the wound on his palm could bring him even the slightest bit of pain, so that he could break free from this weird fantasy.

Because there was no light at all in the sea of ​​traces, as far as the bamboo eyes could see it was all darkness, as thick as ink that could not be melted, and people couldn't see anything else.

"my darling……"

Zhuzhen walked forward with a stiff body, even though he couldn't see clearly.

"Bamboo..."

The sighs and sighs in his ears were the sounds he was most familiar with.

Zhuxue squeezed his hand even harder, his nails pierced deeply, but he didn't even feel it at all.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, and there was the sound of dragging footsteps behind him, and the sound of those footsteps was close to him, as if someone was putting his shoulders on his shoulders and following his steps.

Bamboo made up his mind that no matter what he saw or heard, he would not take it seriously, and would not react in any way.

The hands on his shoulders seemed to be more forceful, and the bamboo sticks to the neck to compete with the hands on the shoulders, but suddenly an arm wrapped around his waist forcefully, turning him around with force, Zhu Xun's eyes changed quickly, and he was startled, when he heard the sound of something breaking in his ears, the darkness in front of him gradually dissipated, and the person standing in front of him was frowning slightly with a worried expression on his face...

"Han Cang?"

"You finally woke up!"

Han Cang put more force on Zhu Xi's waist, leading him away from his original position.

Zhu Xi looked back and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Behind him was a piece of bubbling wet mud. Han Cang took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and threw it into the wet mud. In just a few breaths, the small porcelain bottle was swallowed into the mud.

"Is it a swamp?"

Han Cang held up one of his hands, the palm was dripping with blood, and the terrible wound was ripped apart by Zhu Chang's own fingertips, and the pain also slowly came up.

Han Cang carefully treated the wound for him, and applied light green ointment, which coolly relieved the sharp pain in Zhu's hand.

Han Cang said in a cold voice, "That's not just a simple swamp."

"As long as you stand in, he will devour all your mana, leaving you exhausted, unable to use any strength, watching yourself being swallowed, and."

Han Cang finished applying the ointment on Zhu's mouth, then leaned close to Zhu's wound and blew lightly.

"It will rot your hair."

Zhu Xun looked down at the young sword fairy who bowed his knees in front of him, and asked softly, "Why do you know so well?"

"It hasn't been long since you came to the heaven, right?"

The bent sword fairy paused for a moment, and lightly released the hand holding the bamboo stick, stood up straight and looked down at the bamboo stick, his black eyes were deep and cold.

"I do not know."

"I seem to have known this."

Zhu Xi curled her lips, obviously not believing it, and wondered if this person didn't even bother to tell lies.

"You follow me?"

Now that Zhu Xun has come to his senses, he turns around and walks in the right direction, while Han Cang carefully protects Zhu Xun behind him.

When Han Cang heard Zhu Chong's question, his tall figure was even more upright, his indifferent face was full of inscrutable, and he didn't say anything when facing Zhu Chong's question.

Zhu Xun sneered and ignored him, quickened his pace and threw him away.

Facing Zhu Zhang's deliberate acceleration, Han Cang slowed down indulgently, and followed him at a distance not too far away.

Zhu Xun went all the way back to his bamboo hut, not knowing when Han Cang would leave behind him, he just felt very tired.

Zhu Xun tidied up in a mess, got into the cold quilt with wet hair full of moisture, and closed his eyes.

When there was only the light and inaudible breathing of bamboo in the bamboo house, the door creaked, and Han Cang appeared at the door.

Once again, Han Cang sneaked in after the bamboo was asleep, like a drug addict, but he couldn't help it, the sober bamboo was far away from others, and only the high-ranking dragon who hid in the Dragon Palace was in his heart Seven sons, only the sleeping bamboo will not refuse his approach.

Bamboo lying on the bed curled up, with wet hair hanging on the back of the body, the bed was covered with wet water stains, even if he was asleep, he still frowned slightly, and looked restless.

Han Cang walked over gently, knelt down, stretched out his fingers to caress the center of Fuzhu's brow, and pressed lightly in an attempt to loosen his frowning brow.

In his sleep, Zhu Zhang didn't know what kind of dream he had, but he really slowly loosened his frown, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"you……"

Han Cang slowly approached Zhu's ear, and said softly: "Forget about that person, look at me..."

"Bamboo...look at me...that person won't come back..."

The warm and cool lips touched the corners of Zhu's mouth, and they were separated as soon as they were touched.

Han Cang seemed dissatisfied, and pressed his forehead against Zhu Chong's again, the tips of their noses touched, and their breaths intertwined.

"Bamboo..."

Zhu Xie didn't know how long he slept, when he opened his eyes, he thought Bi An was still there.

He had a sweet dream.

Zhu Xun got off the bed, and there was an unchanging bamboo forest outside the house. Zhu Xun, who was in a trance, didn't realize that his bed was very dry and tidy, and the traces of being damp by his hair had disappeared.

"It's time to see Bi An..."

Zhuxun muttered to himself, leaning against the door and looking at the exit of the bamboo forest.

The Dragon Palace is deserted all year round. The Dragon King has been asleep for thousands of years, and each of the nine dragon sons has their own palace. In the Dragon Palace today, there are probably only the Dragon King who never wakes up and Bi An who never shows up.

The Dragon Palace is heavily guarded, and it is not that easy to sneak in. Zhu Chong hid in the dark and watched the guards at the gate of the Dragon Palace, and carefully changed places.

He has been lurking here for a long time, there is only one entrance to the Dragon Palace, and he is waiting for the guards to change or relax.

"You want to go in that much?"

A chuckle sounded from behind Zhu Chong, Zhu Chong froze all over, and then stood up slowly.

"Laughing wind."

Xiaofeng stood there holding an exquisite folding fan made of white jade, shaking it thoughtfully.

Zhuzhen confronted him calmly, and said coldly: "Isn't it sinking?"

As he spoke, he also looked at the white jade folding fan in Xiaofeng's hand.

Xiaofeng didn't feel embarrassed at all, he shook his fan even more, he squinted his eyes slightly, looked up and down the bamboo stick, and asked, "Is that why you want to see my seventh brother?"

Zhu Xi pursed his lips, he didn't know what the mocking wind meant, he didn't know all of Bi An's brothers, more precisely, he didn't know each other, Bi An himself didn't have any brotherhood, and they, the Dragon Clan, were very indifferent.

"Ah……"

Xiaofeng covered his face with a fan, looked at him with a smile, and said in a bewitching voice: "I can take you in."

Although Xiao Feng smiled, Zhu Chong didn't feel that the face behind his jade fan was a smile, people of the Dragon Clan would always pretend to be themselves.

"condition."

However, Zhu Xun couldn't refuse the bait thrown by Xiao Feng, he wanted to see Bi An so much that he didn't want to wait any longer.

Xiaofeng walked around the bamboo pole for a few times, and said leisurely: "The person who brought my seventh brother to see him, what conditions do you need?"

As he said that, he walked towards the gate of the Dragon Palace on his own, and Zhu Ling hesitated behind him for a moment, then followed.

With the guidance of Xiaofeng, it is easy to enter the heavily guarded Dragon Palace. The guards who once firmly blocked the bamboo shovel did not even look at the bamboo shovel. How insignificant it is.

"Dragon Palace has always been deserted."

Xiaofeng walked in front, with his back to Zhuchang, so that Zhuchang didn't know what kind of expression he used when he said this.

"We have nine brothers, but we may not see each other for a hundred or a thousand years."

"The lifespan of the Dragon Clan is too long, second only to the aloof Heavenly Emperor."

"That's why the Dragon Clan is always indifferent."

"Indifferent, I'm sick of it."

The tone of the mocking wind was always indifferent, making it impossible for Zhu Zhang to know that such a dragon who satirized his own race said all this with a smile, or a look of disgust.

But no matter what, Zhu Zhang knew that he shouldn't say anything at this time, Xiao Feng just wanted to say something, but it didn't mean that he wanted to hear Zhu Zhang's opinion.

Sure enough, Xiao Feng changed the subject on his own, and started talking to Zhu Zhang about Bi An's residence.

"Seventh brother's residence is the closest to my father's king, but since he moved to the Xinggong Palace as an adult, he seldom comes back. Now that he was accidentally injured, he went directly to a hidden cold pool under the Dragon Palace after he came back, and Lock yourself in and see no one."

"I can only take you to Hantankou this time. As for whether the seventh brother wants to see you, it's up to you."

Xiaofeng seems to be walking very loosely, but in fact he is very fast, Zhu Tong followed closely behind him, thought for a while, and said softly: "Thank you."

"Heh, the Seventh Brother's people are really interesting."

Zhu Xing was noncommittal to Xiao Feng's words, as if he remembered something, and thanked him again, but this time he thanked for another matter.

"Thank you for the medicine."

Xiao Feng looked over in surprise and asked, "Medicine? What kind of medicine?"

Zhu Xi looked at the surprised mocking wind, his expression was not fake, and he asked suspiciously: "You asked the sword fairy Hancang to send the Huilong Pill..."

Xiao Feng shrugged his shoulders, and said indifferently: "Han Cang did ask me to return the Dragon Pill, but I didn't ask him to deliver the medicine."

Zhu's heart trembled, he lowered his head, and muttered to himself: "Is that so..."

So, the medicine was not given to him by Qu An, but why did Han Cang specially deliver the medicine for him?

Zhu Zhang, who was caught in his own thoughts, didn't see the fleeting playful eyes that Xiaofeng looked over.

"arrive."

Xiaofeng stopped at the foot of a pitch-black mountain, indicating that the bamboo tree had arrived.

Zhu Chen looked at the tall mountains in front of him, pitch-black and barren of grass, and the land was covered with ashes as if it had been burned by a raging fire.

He has been in the heavens for thousands of years, but it seems that he only started to understand the real heavens in these few days.

"There is a cold pool buried under Qishan Mountain. The cold pool is frozen for thousands of miles. Only the eternal flame can suppress it. Below this Qishan Mountain is a cold pool, but the inside is covered with infinite flames, so no grass can grow on the surface, and nothing can survive."

"It's also... a wonderful scene..."

Zhuqian sighed at Qishan.

Xiaofeng closed the folding fan with a 'snap', erected it, and inserted it fiercely into a part of the Qishan mountain wall. The seemingly hard mountain wall sank down as softly as water, and then there was a "rumbling" sound. , the ground in front of the mountain wall parted, revealing a spacious entrance, inside which were winding downward steps, the steps were covered with wet and greasy moss.

"Going down from here is the cold pool, go down by yourself, I won't go."

"Seventh brother won't like to see me."

Appearing from the entrance of the cave, Zhu Chong didn't pay attention to what Xiao Feng said, his mind was full of Bi An now, he walked down the steps with only one thought in his mind.

Going down from here, you can see Bi An, his Bi An.

Bamboo thought it would get darker as it went down, but unexpectedly, the walls inside the cave glowed faintly, illuminating the whole cave.

The more you go down the road, the wider it becomes. When the bamboo swing turns around, the entrance to the entrance has been closed silently.

Bamboo collected himself and continued to walk down.

He could vaguely hear the sound of clear water, turned a corner, and saw a pool of white misty pool of water in front of his eyes. Under the mist, Zhu Tong saw the center of the cold pool with a broad back and black hair. With disheveled back, his heart was trembling violently.

He opened his mouth, feeling that his throat was very dry, and it took him a long time to squeeze out two words.

"Qi An..."

The figure in the cold pool was motionless, as if he didn't hear it.

Zhu's mood fluctuated and he was extremely excited. He approached the cold pool, and the icy cold air rushed towards his face instantly. He bit his teeth and planned to jump directly.

Unexpectedly, when he took another step forward, he was bounced out by a soft force.

Zhu Xun fell to the ground, the force that pushed him out was very gentle, as if he didn't want to hurt him, but also... didn't want him to approach.

"Qi An..."

"Let me go... look at me... Bi An..."

Bamboo was lying on the edge of the cold pool, the bursts of cold air not only made him shiver all over, but also made his heart seem to be filled with cold air.

"Qi An...are you mad at me?"

"Listen to me, I can explain!"

"In the last life, no, it wasn't what I wanted to do! It was the Emperor of Heaven! It was the Emperor of Heaven! He controlled my body!"

After Zhu Xun finished speaking, he carefully observed Bi An's back, afraid of missing any of his reactions.

But Bi An's back was still motionless, his black hair was hanging down in the cold pool, and his shadow could not be seen in the sparkling water.

Zhuxun didn't notice this at all, his heart was in a mess, now he saw Bi An, but he couldn't get close, which made him even more anxious.

"Qi An, why don't you let me go?"

"How's your injury?"

"What happened in the tenth world when I was not around? Why did you get hurt?"

"Qi An, look back at me..."

"Qi An..."

"Qi An..."

Zhu's voice gradually choked up until it was almost inaudible in the end. He was lying on the cold and hard ground, letting the dust stain his white hair, and the warm tears flowed down the corners of Zhu's eyes to the ground, slowly accumulating A small stall.

When Han Cang arrived at the Dragon Palace, Xiaofeng was standing at the foot of Qishan Mountain, looking up at the scorched blackness of the mountain.

"Where's Bamboo?"

Xiao Feng didn't seem to be surprised by Han Cang's arrival, he turned around and looked at Han Cang with a smile, then pointed to Qishan in front of him.

"Look at this Qishan Mountain, if you want to lock up a cold lake, the price you pay is not small."

Han Cang was unmoved, he didn't care about Qishan or Hantan, he just wanted to know where the bamboo pond was.

Xiaofeng opened the folding fan again with a 'shua', put it on his lips, made a silent movement, and then looked at Qishan.

"That little bamboo is in the cold pool, beside...my seventh brother."

Han Cang's back stiffened, did Zhu Zong go to see Bi An?

He stepped forward to block his mocking wind, and said coldly: "Let me in."

Xiao Feng was pushed by Han Cang, but his figure didn't move for a moment, he still stood firmly in front of the bamboo tree, waved away Han Cang's hand with the heavy jade fan, and turned his back to him.

"You can't see him."

"You can't go to the cold pool."

Han Cang caressed the cold sword on his waist with his fingers, ready to go.

Xiaofeng remained unmoved by the crisis that erupted behind him. He stretched out his finger and touched the dark mountain wall, and there was a burning smell in an instant. He looked at the already dark fingertips, put them in his mouth Lick it, and when you take it out again, your fingertips have recovered.

He sighed, opened and closed his lips, and said something silently. If Han Cang was facing him at this moment, he would find that Xiao Feng's expression was sad and full of pity.

He opened and closed his lips and said: "At least...you can't go in now..."