Death Princess

In the middle of the night, a sound in the house awakened the extremely vigilant Leng Tong instantly.

"Hush." ​​A finger was placed on her lips, and she recognized the person without opening her eyes.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" She asked softly.

"Can't sleep." The visitor unceremoniously lifted the quilt and got into Leng Tong's bed, but Leng Tong didn't have the slightest intention to stop, but leaned in consciously, making room for the other party to lie down. s position.

"But it's because I'm going to the Grand Canyon tomorrow, so I'm too worried?" Leng Tong looked seriously at the dewy face under the moonlight, and when his eyes met the slightly frowning eyebrows, he suddenly had a feeling of reaching out to smooth them out. impulse.

Zhao Lu grabbed Leng Tong's hand, wrapped it in her palm and pecked it on her lips, "Maybe. You know what happened in recent days. It's not just me who has a bad memory, but also Bo Fan. , even Jing Yu. The closer we get to the Grand Canyon, the more memory fragments there are, as if..."

"It seems that the memory is cut off in that canyon?" Leng Tong continued.

Chao Lu said "hmm", "I couldn't sleep, so I thought about it. Jing Yu's situation is special, let's put it aside for now. From the perspective of me and Bo Fan, the lost memories of both of us seem to be related to 'people' .”

"Related to people?"

"That's right, I sorted it out carefully, and found that what I don't remember is not only the people who entered the Grand Canyon with me five years ago, but also the existence of each of them, as if in my memory, These people have never been born. More precisely, in the memory of everyone, they have never existed."

"Similarly, Bo Fan doesn't remember his father, and neither do Ahui and I. If I'm not mistaken, the man who sent Bo Fan to Xueming Valley should be his father, but none of us remember who he is. Who, what does it look like, and where was it born?" Zhao Lu squeezed Leng Tong's hand subconsciously, as if she could calm herself down, "Then, Bo Fan's father and the person who went to the Grand Canyon with me back then What kind of connection is there between them? Why did the Jiao family go to such great lengths just to lure me to this Grand Canyon?"

"Canyon, memory..." Leng Tong fell into deep thought for a long time, then suddenly looked at Zhao Lu, "Is it possible that the canyon itself is the source of amnesia? People who stray into the canyon will completely disappear in the memory of others. "

Entering the canyon by mistake, existence disappears.

Zhaolu remembered that prophetic dream.

"In that case, it's very possible." Zhao Lu nodded, "And I was the only one who came out of the canyon back then, so Mrs. Jiao worked tirelessly to bring me back into the canyon just for..."

"Help her save someone?" Leng Tong suddenly clenched Chao Lu's hand, "And that person is...Xuemu's mother? In Xuemu Xueli's memory, their mother died of dystocia, but if it wasn't What? If it was true as you said back then, she was a teacher... Pavilion Master Ou found out Aunt Xue's identity as a Spirit Race, so she took her children and left. In order to find her children, she strayed into the Grand Canyon, causing Xuemu's memory to go wrong? So three years The former Jiao family went to look for the pavilion master, and that’s why the pavilion master committed suicide with guilt. Thinking about it this way, everything makes sense. But...how did the Jiao family remember Aunt Xue’s existence?"

"Maybe... because she is a Phantom Spirit Clan? She came to the canyon once, and although she didn't find anyone, her memory recovered?" Zhao Lu said, "Both me and Bo are the only ones who are close to the canyon, but my memory shows signs of recovery. Fan doesn't have snowy eyes, and the biggest difference between us and her is... phantom spirit and cold spirit."

"If phantom spiritual power can help restore memory, does that mean that it is phantom spiritual power that caused the erasure of this existence?" Leng Tong asked.

"Very likely." Zhao Lu nodded, "Do you still remember that I said that the Grand Canyon was once the place where the spirit race and humans fought? In this way, it is not unreasonable for the spirit power to lose control and leave one or two big illusions. Possibly. Just like... I used to be."

"..." Leng Tong failed to answer.

"But...that being the case, how did I escape five years ago?" Zhao Lu's frown deepened.

"Lu'er, get out... get out! After you go back, Bo Fan will trouble you..." Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, such a voice appeared in Chao Lu's mind.

"Chaolu?!" Seeing something wrong with her expression, Leng Tong hurried forward and grabbed Zhaolu's shoulder.

"...It's nothing, it's just some memory fragments." Zhao Lu hugged Leng Tong in his arms, patted her on the back, and comforted her instead, "I feel much more comfortable when I tell you that."

After a pause, he showed a sneaky smile, "A Tong, you look at it in the middle of the night, and the weather is strangely cold, otherwise, I won't go back to my room and spend the night with you, okay?"

Leng Tong couldn't help smiling, "Okay, go to sleep, tomorrow will be a long day."

"Okay! Good night!" After Zhao Lu responded, she hugged Leng Tong tightly, put her head on her shoulder, and fell asleep soundly.

Looking at the mischievous person in his arms, the smile on Leng Tong's face became brighter.

. . .

A few hours later, it was dawn, but the whole house was still in a deep sleep.Quietly, a horse left the courtyard alone, followed by a bird.

"Little Lulu, little Lulu, you were not in your room last night, but you just went there to put down Leng Tong?" The bird landed on the shoulder of Chao Lu who was galloping on the horse.

"Take another thing by the way." Zhao Lu shook the two bone whistles hanging around his neck.

"Smack, smack, my prospective sister-in-law fell into your hands, and it's really bad luck for eight lifetimes. You made people open their hearts and accept you, but what happened? They hugged you and fell asleep full of honey, As a result, as soon as I woke up, you disappeared. What's the use of inheriting your phantom feather, why don't you still be fooled by you? Let me see, she shouldn't have..."

"She won't remember, or even notice these days. After a trance, I came back." Zhao Lu interrupted Qin Hui coldly.

After understanding the implication of this sentence, Qin Hui was a little lost.

After a long time, Qin Hui's voice became a little gloomy: "Luer, are you really going?"

Zhao Lu nodded resolutely: "If you said that you were led by Mrs. Jiao in the past and had to go, then it is my own choice now. Five years ago, when everyone entered the canyon, I was the only one who returned, but I sent them Forgot all about it. Now that the memory is restarted again, I can't... just sit back and watch."

"Just for a dispensable memory, you have to risk your life, or even completely disappear in our memory? Lu'er, you have to think clearly, you go now..."

"It's not that I can't come back. I was able to do it five years ago, and I can still do it five years later. Besides, even if something happens, won't you remember it?" Zhao Lu seemed to raise her eyebrows very easily, "The pair of eyes Yellow eggs, did you keep them safe?"

"Luer..."

"Stop! Don't say any more," Zhao Lu suddenly stretched out her hand to flick the bird, "Say one more word, and you won't want to possess this bird and go with me."

"...All right, all right. Go as you go, without you, I will become the only son of my father and mother, which is even better!" After finishing speaking, the bird closed its mouth resentfully.

Zhao Lu didn't speak again, one person and one bird, all the way silent.

As the canyon approached little by little, those memory fragments were pieced together in Zhaolu's mind little by little. She thought of the heroes from the forest who broke into the Grand Canyon together, the hard fight they had with Yijiao, and the After a bitter battle, he strayed into the great illusion, and remembered the uncle Chao he met in the illusion, and remembered the madness of everyone, Uncle Chao tried his best to protect himself from escaping...

Suddenly, the sky was covered by white mist, the birds disappeared from Zhaolu's shoulders, and the birds disappeared from Zhaolu, only the roaring sound and the clashing sound of swords were left...

. . .

"Lu'er!!" Qin Hui woke up from the bed.

"Ah, my lord, you have woken up. Your illness has worried everyone in the mansion. Your Majesty and His Royal Highness are also very worried. They sent imperial doctors to the mansion one after another, but the doctors all said that you are sick. What I got was just an ordinary wind chill... How is this an ordinary wind chill? What kind of wind chill would cause me to sleep for three days and three nights? Even Her Royal Highness Princess Changping..."

"What did you just say?" Qin Hui grabbed the servant's sleeve.

"Even Her Royal Highness Princess Changping..."

"No, last sentence!"

"Sleeping for three days and three nights?"

"Three days and three nights, three days and three nights," Qin Hui lifted the quilt and stood up, got out of bed and walked outside the house regardless of the guard's stop, chanting those words incessantly, "Three days and three nights , I slept for three days and three nights! What happened?! What...? What happened? She... who...?" He stopped and stared blankly at the spring flowers blooming outside the house.

In Qin Hui's eyes, everything was very normal, but somehow it looked awkward, but he couldn't find the twist no matter what.He felt that the whole person was empty, as if a part was missing, a key part that was connected to his own flesh and blood, but he couldn't remember what it was, and couldn't think of what he could be missing.

. . .

Meanwhile, the Royal Palace.

Princess He Yi of Changping, who has always been frugal, crumpled the rice paper that was dripping with ink on the second paper without writing a word.

"Your Highness, what are you going to write, Your Highness?" asked the maid beside her.

"What to write?" He Yi's eyes were a little distracted, "What to write? But I always feel that I have to write something, what is missing, what is forgotten..."

He Yi's reaction frightened the maid, "Your Highness...but you are not feeling well? Do you need a slave to give Your Highness the imperial doctor?"

"The imperial doctor..." He Yi pinched his eyebrows.

. . .

Sword Sect.

With the secret help of the Spirit Clan, the imperial court's encirclement and suppression of the cults and secret pavilions has come to an end, but at the same time, the head-on confrontation between the Spirit Clan and the imperial court has reached the point of imminent explosion.

Putting down the booklet in his hand, Wen Yihai raised his head: "Shuang Xue and Bo Fan haven't returned to Xueming Valley yet?"

Wei Zhuoer on the side nodded: "The current situation is like this, those gangsters led by the imperial court and Feiling Villa are about to attack Jianzong Xueminggu, I don't know what the two of them think, they can Go to Yanzhou to deal with those trivial matters! Why did Uncle Han and Aunt Chao agree? I don’t see the Sovereign and Gu Zhong stopping it.”

"Perhaps, suzerain and the others have their own considerations." Wen Yihai frowned, "It's just..."

"Just what?"

"Don't you think, is there something missing in this Jianzong?"

"What's missing?"

"...I don't know either," Wen Yihai searched carefully in his mind, "Young Sect Master..."

"Didn't Uncle Qin come to Beijing with Yi'er three years ago? Since he left, the position of the young suzerain has long existed in name only... Wait, wait, young suzerain, Uncle Qin, why...why did I Do you always feel that...they are two different people?"

. . .

Yanzhou.

After taking down the letter, Han Shuangxue let go of the pigeon.

"What happened?" Chao Bofan walked over.

"It was Senior Sister Wei who urged us to return quickly," Han Shuangxue replied.

Zhao Bofan nodded, "That's right, even though there are valley lords and clan lords in charge, we can't be absent for too long. Since the matter here has been settled, then we..."

"I thought so too, but I don't know why," Han Shuangxue clutched the letter paper tightly in her palm, "There is always a voice in my heart telling me that I can't leave this Yanzhou, and there is another very important matter..."

"Um……"