dream soul thousands of miles

"Calm down, Yan Yuan, do you want to die here?" Xiang Liu snapped.

By the way, this person is always like this, treating him like a child and never looking at him squarely.

From the past to the present, what does this person mean to me, the admiration when I was young, the pursuit when I was an adult, and the enemy in the end, what is it now...

All the time, chasing after this person, no matter what the reason is, and this person is always calm, causing him to be delusional for years, and suddenly become crazy!

Xiang Liu pulled out the arm suppressed by Yan Yuan forcefully, and touched the wound on the back of his neck.

After being bitten by this dead boy, a piece of meat was almost bitten off.Now my soul is one with this physical body, and the pain is real, if it wasn't for casting a spell on Yan Yuan's chest out of desperation, it is estimated that the two of them would be sucked into the vortex of mutual understanding, it is not just a joke.

"I didn't tell you at that time, because I wanted you to have a goal of living."

After losing his dear father and queen mother, Yan Yuan, who had just grown up and was expelled from the clan by his elder brother, survived the chaos of Ragnarok. It was not an easy task.

That child, at that time, lost all hope, fell from the clouds to the bottom of the quagmire, and never suffered setbacks. This was the only way to give him a target of revenge, support him, and survive the most painful time.

There is the sound of gurgling water and the fragrance of leaves.Yan Yuan slowly opened his eyes, and the pillow under his head was slightly uncomfortable. When he reached out to touch it, it was warm and soft.Yan Yuan was startled and sat up instantly.

That's... Xiangliu's foot...

In Yan Yuan's life, although there were not many concubines, there were quite a few beautiful women's lap pillows.There is no one like Xiang Liu...sigh.

It's just that I didn't expect that the majestic king of the gods, the warrior of the generation of gods, would have... no grasp of his feet.

The truth that he saw before falling asleep is still in front of his eyes, but Yan Yuan has never been a fool who refuses to admit it, the fact has been established, so he must know what he should do.

The night was like water, Xiang Liu was leaning against a tree, a bell rang crisply in the wind, Yan Yuan followed Xiang Liu's line of sight.

The curtains were drooping, the shadows of the candles were flickering, and there was a red figure standing in front of the couch. His straight figure was like an unsheathed sword, and his spirit was overwhelming.The man in red slowly took off the golden crown on his head with his right hand, and his jet-black hair fell down instantly.

The fiery red raccoon was taken off, and the white undershirt outlined a vigorous and flexible line, and he slowly bent down.Wrapped in the black hair, is the warm and lingering kiss of the Fire King. The kiss is on the lips of the Master, tossing and sucking, and the fingers are intertwined. It is an unbroken intimacy and warmth.

Just a kiss completely ignited the heat of the body, and the two embraced and rolled on the soft bed.

The night breeze was refreshing, and the red curtain was blown open, revealing the unparalleled appearance and the penetrating beauty on the bed.

All kinds of styles.

Hong Ying leaned back, her body bent into a provocative arc, her slender neck curved like a sacrificial offering.And the person who is immersed in this arc has a pair of cold eyes, even in such an environment, there is still no warmth.

"Ye Yan, are you cool?" The cold and gorgeous voice is unique to Yun Lin.

In the gorgeous light and shadow, the dazzling chaos, the lingering chaos of being on the top of the clouds and melting into the fire.

The fragrance from the golden beast incense burner lingered, as if flowing to the two people outside the phantom.

"I'm dumbfounded."

A low-pitched laughter came from beside his ears, and Yan Yuanfang recovered from the beauty in front of him.

"Fire King and Yun Lin, they..."

The eldest son of the Phoenix clan and the third prince of the Dragon clan, two people who are incompatible with each other, actually have such a relationship...

"There are so many things you don't know." Xiang Liu patted Yan Yuan's head, in exchange for the latter to stare in warning, but didn't care.

"I knew they were having an affair, but I didn't expect to see it..."

"You actually know, it's really not easy." Xiang Liu showed approval in his eyes, in exchange for Yan Yuan's disdain.

"Let's go, aren't you looking for your Jiang Liu?"

The steps forward were stopped, and one hand was tightly grasped by Yan Yuan, "Everything is my fault. After I get out, I will apologize to you." The voice was rare and depressed, as if carrying bitter.

"Okay." It's time to settle this mess, and he, Xiang Liu, has never been the one to suffer.

"Who is the Jiang Liu you keep talking about?" In his memory, he had never heard of such a person, but Yan Yuan was thinking of him, and he didn't hesitate to break into the consonance to find his trace.

"He is my savior." After being expelled from the clan, the only person who was willing to treat him kindly.During the thousands of years of the twilight of the gods, the two of them have been accompanied by each other, and they have already existed like flesh and blood.

It can be said that without Jiang Liu, Yan Yuan would not be here.

"I want to find a person. That person once stood on the corner of the eaves in the twilight and threw his head back. The wind blew his hair tie off and fell into my hand. I can't put it down ever since."

Yan Yuan in the previous life said it to Gu Yunjing, but for some reason he remembered it now.

"Is he admired in your heart?"

"I don't know either." Yan Yuan's voice was a little confused, and Xiang Liu laughed softly when he heard it, but the smile was not pleasant.

"Okay, let me try to search. Close your eyes and think about your savior."

As Xiang Liu said, he took Yan Yuan's hand and muttered in his heart. After a while, a door appeared in front of the two of them.

"Push it away, what you are looking for is inside."

Yan Yuan looked at the door in front of him, hesitated for a while, took a deep breath, and pushed it open.

Under the three thousand leaves, in the boundless darkness, the young master Pianpian walking in brocade clothes, the lamp in his hand illuminates his eyebrows like a painting.

Sitting on the willow banks and white dikes when you are free, it is not free and easy.Pushing open a door is like pushing away the boundless night, every frown and smile are in the painting, this Jiangliu is a wonderful person.

If you get to know him, you must be very hit-and-miss.

It's just that looking at it now, I don't feel a little envious.

Young Master Pianpian, who was dancing the sword under the tree, disappeared like air after a gust of wind blew.

Yan Yuan stared blankly, Xiang Liu frowned slightly.

"This is……"

"Illusion, Jiang Liu is not the real body, but someone's illusion. No wonder you can't find it."

"Illusions..." Yan Yuan murmured, becoming more and more chaotic, as if everything was chaotic when he stepped into the consonance, and everything was no longer what he recognized.

Enemies are not enemies, benefactors are just illusions.Everything in the past was shattered and reconstructed in his mind, bringing chaos like unreality.

"Who is it..." Yan Yuan's voice was low, but Xiang Liu still heard it.

"It's up to you to find it yourself. This person took care of you for thousands of years, and finally dissipated. The main body may have been wiped out long ago, and the split body will dissipate."

"I have done what I promised you, Qingdi remembers what I promised."

Yan Yuan didn't seem to hear his words, and stood there bewildered.

When Xiang Liu saw behind him, he gasped.

Staying for too long and Yan Yuan's mood swings still caused a consonant shock.The vortex swept the two of them in an instant, and the two turned and sank in the vortex, only the dharma belt on the wrist held each other tightly.

"The formation outside has been activated, and we only need the boost from inside to go out." Xiangliu said to Yan Yuan in the gap between the vortex, Yan Yuan finally came back to his senses, grasped the dharma belt in his hand, and nodded.

Then he saw Xiang Liu shook his head and untied the dharma belt in his hand: "Only one can go out, you know."

"No, go out with me." Yan Yuan held onto Xiangliu tightly, with determination in his eyes.

Xiang Liu smiled wryly, with a sigh in his brows: "Yan Yuan..." There seemed to be a thousand words struggling in his eyes, and all of them finally turned into a sigh.

Then, Yan Yuan was hugged into a warm embrace, Xiang Liu whispered something in his ear, Yan Yuan's eyes widened in disbelief.

"We...will see you again." When he lost his mind, Xiang Liu let go of Yan Yuan's hand, turned around and was swallowed into the vortex of consonance.

The warmth in his hands disappeared in an instant, Yan Yuan stretched out his hand to grab it, but was pushed away bit by bit by Xiang Liu's counter-shock force, the formation was activated, and a ray of white light pulled Lingxi between Lingxi and Xu Mihai, pulling him away.

The dim Xu Mihai was illuminated like daylight at this time, and the consonant storm roared and swept across, as if it wanted to swallow everything.At the edge of Lin Hai, Yan Yuan sat there in a daze.

Xiang Liu's voice seemed to be still in his ears, and the last sentence swirled like a spell.

The false oath I made...

The former Gu Yunjing believed...

Xiang Liu believed it.

That unreal emptiness.

The haze dissipated, the sun shone brightly, and the four seasons of the day were full of spring flowers, pear blossoms were as white as snow, and the ground was full of residual fragrance.

The man who was sniffing the breeze under the bright sun disappeared before his eyes again.Yan Yuan lay down on the ground in a daze, gradually losing sight of everything.

Drunk into a dream but smelling the fragrance of pear blossoms, faintly returning the soul of an old friend.

The rain has been falling, unchanged from ancient times, from the beginning of the prehistoric period, it has never stopped.

Thousands of years ago, while stroking his forehead together, the wind contained smoke, the little Yan Yuan leaned on Xiangliu's lap and slept soundly.

7000 years ago, under the thunder, the bloody laundryman turned around and extended his hand to him with a smile.

He reached out the thin boy's hand and took the man's hand.

3000 years ago, on Fusang Mountain, a cold light slashed open the man's purple-red gown, and blood flew like butterflies.

Suddenly, heaven and earth, □□ full of gardens, green willow villa, rainy night as flowers and candles.

The peach red contains the rain, and the willow green brings the morning smoke.

Gu Yunjing waved his folding fan, turned around neatly, and transformed into butterflies flying away from the branches.

Mottled Suye, showers fall.

At the bridgehead in the setting sun, Kyushu is in the same month, and the end of the world shares this night.

After going through tens of thousands of years of wind, frost and snow, the past hits my heart, looking back in a daze, it seems like a dream.

Tao Li Chunfeng a glass of wine.

Winter in the world is gone, and spring is coming, the fleeting time is hard to stop, and the floating life never stops.

And the thought given to him by that person, even after drinking Wangchuan, it is difficult to suppress it.