This beautiful white lotus can never be an attack!

The moment he was sucked into the distorted space of the super teleportation scroll, Xie Qinghuan scolded Yun Chengfeng and Yue Broixing countless times in his heart.

Xie Qinghuan tried desperately to recall what magic weapon she had to save her life, but to no avail.

Yun Chengfeng and the spiritual power of Moon Broken Star are fused into the teleportation scroll, which distorts the space in the teleportation scroll. At this time, even if the producer of the teleportation scroll is alive, he can't predict how the teleportation scroll will be distorted. Xie Qinghuan time and space.

All magic weapons have failed in this space, including Xie Qinghuan's body, which has also been decomposed into countless particles. At this time, only Xie Qinghuan's consciousness remains.

To tear, to fall.

The colorful light spots quickly passed by.

He seems to have entered a world made up of the most basic molecules. There are no real objects in this world, only countless tiny flowing colored particles.

Xie Qinghuan didn't know how long he stayed in this world, until he seemed to be melted into these colorful particles and became a member of these particles.

I don't know how long it took, Xie Qinghuan's heart moved, and these colorful particles began to slowly form.

Immediately following the snow-white world, as far as the eye can see, there is a cold sky and snowy land, and the bleak and lonely mountains covered by ice cover all the lines of sight. The end of the mountain cannot be seen, as if the whole world is blocked in this snow-colored world. among.

Then the snow-capped mountains in the field of vision kept zooming in and out.

When Xie Qinghuan realized it, he realized that he was constantly falling from the sky. He was just about to scream in panic, but found that his body was like a feather or snowflake. Before he could react, It was time to stand firmly on the snow mountain.

The whole world was lonely.

Xie Qinghuan looked down, and he found that his body was back, and it was still the body of the lover in his dream.

He was not surprised, thinking that he might have been sent to some unknown place by a teleportation scroll.

He began to walk in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and began to explore this snow field.

It was very cold, the snow kept falling, and the snow on the mountains was very deep.

It was summer night before Xie Qinghuan was teleported to this snow-capped mountain. He was only wearing a light robe. It stands to reason that he should feel very cold, but in fact he didn't feel that cold.

He was aimless, and somehow felt as if he knew how to walk, walking on this snow-capped mountain without distraction.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, and when he stopped, he tripped over something.

Xie Qinghuan lowered her head and saw a small child with pink makeup curled up in the snow. The child's body was not covered with any strands of hair. I don't know if it was too cold, but his skin was astonishingly white.

When Xie Qinghuan looked down, the child raised his head and looked at him quietly with dark eyes, but there was nothing in his eyes.

Xie Qinghuan squatted down, raised his hand to touch the child's soft black hair, and asked gently: "Who are you, and whose family are you from?"

The child just looked at Xie Qinghuan and didn't speak.

Xie Qinghuan simply bent down and picked up the child.

The child was very light, and his body was cold, as if he was not human. He didn't struggle or speak when Xie Qinghuan hugged him, but just stared at Xie Qinghuan with those dark eyes.

Xie Qinghuan continued walking forward with the child in her arms.

The wind picked up, and the snow was heavy again, which made the child's head and face covered with snow.

Xie Qinghuan tilted her head and said distressedly: "You should have a piece of clothing to cover your body."

The child hugged Xie Qinghuan's neck, and got into Xie Qinghuan's lapel.

Xie Qinghuan was amused by the other party: "This is not acceptable."

After laughing for a while, Xie Qinghuan was a little distressed: "You should have a name, how should I call you?"

The child blinked and stared at Xie Qinghuan, with a faint spiritual blue in his eyes.

"The sky is covered with heavy snow and everything is silent here. Only you are the only living being, so I will call you spirit."

The child giggled and seemed very happy that Xie Qinghuan had named him.

Xie Qinghuan held her spirit and continued to walk forward.

He didn't know where he was going either.

There is nothing in this world, only wind and snow all over the sky, desolate and lonely.

But the strange thing is that no matter whether it is him or Ling, they don't feel hungry.

They don't have any desires, they are neither hungry nor sleepy, and they don't have unnecessary emotions, they just know how to move forward.

Suddenly, the snow stopped, and there was only a vast whiteness between the sky and the earth.

Xie Qinghuan was standing in a valley with her spirit in her arms. The snow in the valley suddenly melted, revealing a small patch full of life.

Xie Qinghuan cut down trees to build a house, and lived in it with her spirit.

Although there are flowers, plants and trees in the place where the snow melts, there are no living things, and it is still a sad silence.

Fortunately, Xie Qinghuan and Ling didn't need food to satisfy their hunger, so they didn't feel too uncomfortable.

Xie Qinghuan even used leaves and branches to make clothes for Ling.

Ling was very happy, she stuck to Xie Qinghuan's arms and kissed his cheek, and giggled in his ear.

Xie Qinghuan even made a rattan ball out of branches for Ling to play with.

Ling loves the little ball very much, and throws it to the sky every day.

I don't know how long it took, the sprite who was throwing the ball grew up, his facial features became clearer and clearer, he looked gentle and elegant, full of spirituality, and his peach blossom eyes turned romantic and cunning.

Xie Qinghuan stared at Ling, feeling that Ling looked like someone in his memory.

But like who?

Why can't he remember at all, only vague shadows.

Ling, who was throwing the ball, saw Xie Qinghuan.

He smiled sweetly at Xie Qinghuan.

Da Da Da ran to Xie Qinghuan, and hugged Xie Qinghuan's waist tightly.

His crisp laughter blew Xie Qinghuan's long hair, and he said, "Qing Huan."

"spirit."

Xie Qinghuan put aside her doubts just now, and also smiled back at him.

Ling had grown up again, into the appearance of a young boy, and he was tossing the ball again.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up on the flat ground, and the wind blew away Ling's takraw ball, and Ling chased the takraw ball angrily, but the wind blew the takraw ball farther and farther, and Ling chased the takraw ball, running so hard that she couldn't see her figure clearly.

Xie Qinghuan chased after Ling, but just after he took two steps, the wind blew a child.

Xie Qinghuan picked up that child, it was also a beautiful child, as white as jade and as cold as snow, with his head up and his black eyes staring quietly at Xie Qinghuan.

Xie Qinghuan was a little surprised: "Whose family are you a child?"

The child with black eyes like ice did not speak.

Xie Qinghuan got used to it, he smiled and said, "You are a child sent by the wind, so let me call you Feng."

The ice-like child smiled, and he called crisply: "Qing, Huan."

"How do you know my name?" Xie Qinghuan asked in surprise.

"Because I heard him calling you." Feng pointed.

Ling had already run back holding the sepak takraw ball, his face was red from running and anger, he glared fiercely at Feng, he snorted, as if unwilling to deal with Feng.

Xie Qinghuan was amused by the children, he rubbed Ling's hair and hugged the wind: "You are all my children, should you get along well?"

Ling pursed his lips and turned his face away, Feng lowered his head and buried his face in Xie Qinghuan's arms, neither of them spoke.

Xie Qinghuan sighed: "Okay, okay, I respect your opinions."

Suddenly it was dark.

Ling, who was angry, and Feng, who buried his face, became frightened, and they tightly grabbed Xie Qinghuan's skirt.

Xie Qinghuan looked up at the sky, and suddenly countless huge stars appeared in the sky, they were shining with cold and bright light, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at the big and small ones below.

Then Xie Qinghuan suddenly noticed that the stars were getting closer and closer, as if a star was too heavy to hang down.

He rubbed his eyes, and found that this was not his illusion, but a real star fell down.

The star fell faster and lower, falling towards Xie Qinghuan's arms.

There was something in Xie Qinghuan's arms. He looked down again and found a child falling from the stars.

This child's hair is black and black, and his face is beautiful, like a layer of light glowing, bright and elegant.

Feng Heling also leaned out from Xie Qinghuan's arms, the two of them stared curiously at the child who fell from the stars, the child opened his eyes, the black eyes reflected the starlight, and giggled.

Both Feng and Ling curled their lips.

Xie Qinghuan gently hugged the child: "Are you a star?"

"Xing Xing." The child laughed and leaned into Xie Qinghuan's arms: "Qing Huan."

"Then shall I call you Xing?"

The child giggled again, but did not answer Xie Qinghuan's words.

Xie Qinghuan didn't find it strange either, he had already discovered that the children could only repeat what he had said, most of them called his name or his own name, no matter how complicated the sentence was, they couldn't say it.

Soon the stars dissipated, the sky dawned, the snow that blocked the world melted, the mountains rejuvenated, and the colors reappeared.

The children were very happy, holding the toys Xie Qinghuan made for them and playing in the mountains that spread thousands of miles.

Unlike the carefree children, Xie Qinghuan is still very sad.

There are mountains, rivers, flowers, plants and trees, but there is still no life here.

Among the mountains that spread for thousands of miles, there are only four of them.

"Qing Huan, why are you sighing?"

Ling, who had grown into a little adult, sat across from Xie Qinghuan, raised his face obediently and asked him.

"Ling, don't you feel lonely?"

Ling shook his head, and put his arms around Xie Qinghuan's waist: "I have Qinghuan."

Xie Qinghuan sighed, and smiled softly, "Thank you Ling."

"Qing Huan, are you unhappy?" Feng Ye asked.

"Qing Huan, don't you like that we are with you?" Xing Cuichan stared at him with spiritual eyes and asked cautiously.

Xie Qinghuan looked at the children who had grown up, and his heart was full of pride: "Of course not, you will always be my favorite children."

Feng, Ling, and Xing all laughed.

"But." Xie Qinghuan sighed: "We shouldn't be the only ones here, it's too lonely here, not what I want."

Feng, Ling and Xing glanced at each other.

Feng was the first to say: "Qing Huan, don't be sad, just look at me."

The wind jumped up, he took a big breath, and then exhaled—it blew up, the wind was like a giant hand stroking thousands of mountains.

It seemed that an invisible fog had been blown away, or some invisible film had been blown away.

The cold and pale sky first changed, and the sky began to turn light blue, and clouds floated out at some point, stretching wantonly in the light blue.

Then the mountains trembled, and the rain fell, moistening the land of thousands of mountains. The ground began to recover, and countless small insects dug out of the soil, adding vitality to the mountains.

Then the earth roared, and groups of colorful animals galloped past arrogantly, and the entire mountain range came alive instantly.

Feng looked at Xie Qinghuan, his cold face seemed to melt like spring water: "Qinghuan, do you like it?"

"The wind is really strong."

Xie Qinghuan kissed Qinfeng's forehead as a compliment.

Feng was very happy, and he took another breath, and some animals began to develop intelligence and turned into human figures similar to Xie Qinghuan and the others.

Xing saw it, walked to Xie Qinghuan's side, and said softly and elegantly: "Qing Huan, look at me."

So Xie Qinghuan looked at Xing.

Night came, and the blue sky turned into a night of stars.

As the night fell, countless stars fell and turned into bright meteors, which shattered into countless golden lights, and the golden rain instantly filled thousands of mountains.

The night also began to stir, and life was born in the night.

The water in the mountains seems to be attracted by something, constantly surging and falling, fish, shrimps, crabs and turtles are born in the water, and various interesting aquatic creatures are born, and they reproduce continuously.

Giant birds began to grow in the sky, their wings covering the sky whizzed past, and their sharp cries resounded through the night sky.

Xing turned back to look at Xie Qinghuan, his eyebrows and eyes curved.

So Xie Qinghuan walked over, hugged the gentle and mysterious Xing, and praised: "My Xing is awesome." He kissed Xing on the cheek.

Xing smiled happily, he snapped his fingers, and the creatures born in the night began to give birth to wisdom.

Xie Qinghuan watched in amazement.

Ling was upset, he said awkwardly: "Qing Huan."

Xie Qinghuan looked back at Ling, and he smiled gently: "What's the matter, does Ling have any surprises for me?"

Ling's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he hummed: "Qing Huan, what do you like?"

"I like you guys."

Xie Qinghuan really thinks that children are his biggest treasure.

Ling thought for a while: "Does Qing Huan want many of us to accompany you? They will run all over the thousands of mountains, live and multiply in the thousands of mountains, and will reincarnate from generation to generation, filling the thousands of mountains with joy, anger, sorrow, joy and joy." Laughing, so that Qing Huan will never be lonely again."

"Of course...the best thing is to do it."

Thinking of this scene, Xie Qinghuan felt very happy. He looked at Ling: "Thank you Ling, you really understand me very well."

Ling pursed his lips and smiled.

Feng Hexing pouted quietly.

So Ling waved his hand, and the mountains and plains were filled with human beings. These human beings had just enlightened and were still very barbaric.

"Don't worry Qinghuan, they will get better after a few generations."

"Ah."

Just when Xie Qinghuan was happily looking at the new world with the children, the Thousand Thousand Mountains trembled horribly.

Feng, Ling, and Xing all changed their faces.

Xie Qinghuan also looked anxiously at the cracked Thousand Thousand Mountains.

"What's the matter, what's going on?"

The newly born creatures screamed in horror.

Hell, fire, and demons crawled out of the torn mountains.

Those ugly monsters spread like mist. They crawled hideously over thousands of mountains, polluting the creatures that Xie Qinghuan and the children had worked so hard to create. They wanted to close the world again and turn it into a dark swamp.

Feng, Ling, and Xing gathered around Xie Qinghuan.

"Qing Huan, let us see you off."

Xie Qinghuan shook her head.

This is the world the children created for him, and he doesn't want to see it destroyed.

Thousands of mountains trembled, and half of the mountains suddenly broke, revealing the black hole below and the boundless abyss churning with black mist.

Feng, Ling, and Xing all looked at the half of the abyss in fear.

"Qing Huan."

They gripped Xie Qinghuan's collar tightly.

Xie Qinghuan gritted his teeth, he had a strong thought, he wanted to protect the children.

After this thought arose, he suddenly felt a warmth all over his body. He saw his body rising higher and higher, he saw the frightened expressions of the children, and he couldn't hear their voices calling him clearly.

Then he felt himself expanding infinitely, as if covering the entire myriad of mountains at once.

What happened next, Xie Qinghuan didn't know. Anyway, when he woke up, he found himself lying on the familiar ground. The place where he was unluckily drawn into.

It's just that for some reason now, all the bustle before has dissipated, the inn is a bit deserted, and the people who watched the bustle and the people who made the bustle have disappeared.

Xie Qinghuan sat up. He felt dizzy. He patted his head and asked doubtfully, "I seem to have a weird dream?"

At the same time, Yue Suixing in Moyuan, Xue Ling in Dongze Mountain, and Yun Chengfeng in Wan Fengfeng opened their eyes at the same time.

The three of them also showed puzzled expressions.

"Like a strange dream?"

But no matter how hard they explored the dream, they couldn't recall half of the dream.

Xie Qinghuan outside the inn found that he hadn't been teleported to any strange place, and Yun Cheng Feng Yue Brou Xing and the others had all left. He looked around and found that the human-skin mask had been put on his face again, and planned to leave this horrible place quickly. where the incident occurred.

However, as soon as he got up, he heard a familiar voice shouting in confusion and joy: "Brother Xie Shui, why did you run into the woods behind the inn, and where did you go these few days? Why can't I find you?" You, do you know that there is a lot of gossip happening here."

Xie Qinghuan turned around, and saw his drunken friend Zhu Jinyu staring at him suspiciously.