"Here you are, master." Suddenly, a very delicate voice sounded in the pink room.
Cloud dance looks along the voice, not from a Leng.
It was a very pink little girl, about seven or eight years old, dressed in pink, round eyes, pure and incomparable looking at the two people coming in from the stone gate.
If it wasn't for what she just said, Yunwu couldn't imagine that the little girl in front of her would be the so-called book of heaven.
However, this kind of surprise cloud dance soon converged.
After all, she was used to emotional introversion.
"Is she the book of heaven?" Cloud dance turns to see to the side of nine you ask.
Jiuyou nodded and walked slowly to the little girl with a gentle smile. Her slender big hand caressed her hair lovingly. "She is the book of heaven, the inheritance of the messengers of the past dynasties."
"She looks like a person." Yunwu didn't feel any special breath from her. It was totally personal.
Jiuyou didn't answer this question.
On the contrary, the little girl raised her mouth and laughed. Her pink skin seemed to be able to squeeze out water. Her smile was so innocent and lovely, "I'm a real person."
What?
Yunwu is a little surprised, really?
"But I'm also a Book of heaven." The little girl added.
The clouds dance speechless.
Jiuyou seems to feel helpless about the little girl's little interest. After rubbing her head, she walks towards a big mirror in the room.
Cloud dance follows.
And the little girl seems to be dissatisfied, "master, can't you let me play a little more? It's boring. "
But she also obediently follows behind nine you.
When walking to the mirror, Yunwu finally understood the function of those mirrors.
In the mirror, the little girl who was standing beside Jiuyou was floating in the air with a book with very old totem characters.
"That's what she is?" Cloud dances pick eyebrows.
"Yes, the essence of the book of heaven." Jiuyou nodded.
"What are you telling me now? Are you really just showing me? Is there no other purpose? "
If it's conditional on her daughter, it's not negotiable.
Jiuyou seemed to understand what she was thinking and said with a smile, "don't worry, Jiuyou is a witch people. The witch people will only comply with the destiny and will not force people to inherit my position."
Smell speech, cloud dance but the brow can't help wrinkling.
In fact, if she had a choice, she really didn't want to be a witch, too much of the so-called destiny.
"In that case, according to what I said last time, I want to see the so-called situation about my daughter in the book of heaven."
Now that they are all here, Yunwu will not be polite.
Jiuyou turns to the little girl beside him and gives her a look, "do as she says."
With that, he did not stay in the room, turned and walked out of the room.
Until Jiuyou left, the little girl turned her head and looked at Yunwu. Nennen's voice became very serious. "Do you want to see your children?"
"Yes
"It's not the master of the book of heaven. If you want to read the book of heaven, you need to pay a certain price."
"At what cost?"
"Blood! I want a few drops of your blood. " The little girl is direct, too.
"What do you need my blood for?" Cloud dance understand this question seems to be redundant, but still can't help asking.
"The price!" The little girl answered only two words.
In the end, Yunwu gave it.
In any case, children are more important to her.
"Before you look at it, you need to know one thing: fate has been arranged for a long time, and no matter who it is, it can't be changed. So, after entering, you don't want to tamper with anything, otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences."
"Yes
After Yunwu nodded, the little girl's figure disappeared and turned into a Book of the ancient totem words.
Open the book of heaven!
A dazzling light instantly enveloped the whole house.
Glass general light, with a very soft light, but as if with a trace of ruthless coldness.
That light maintained for a long time, then faintly disappeared.
After the light disappeared, the cloud dancing figure disappeared in the room.
When the book is closed, the little girl's figure is transformed.
The door, nine you tall figure slowly came in, eyes soft looking at the face is not very good little girl.
"How are you?"
"It's OK, but next time, master, can you stop making me do such thankless things? Knowing that her fate is doomed, why should I send her to the future? It's exhausting
Little girl doodle mouth of say, small body float to sit.Nine you smell speech, fell into a burst of silence.
Yes, he just promised to show her the situation of her children, but he just decided to send her to the future to see her whole fate.
Why do you do this?
In fact, nine you also some think don't understand.
Maybe it's what she said not long ago!
Guilt?
These three words, for his whole life, are so heavy.
However, in her eyes, she could not see any trace at all.
Some envy, at the same time some envy, with sympathy
How long has that complicated emotion not appeared? Jiuyou doesn't remember.
However, this time the decision, I hope he can see some different effects.
This life, too It's boring!
"Master, I want to sleep." Then the little girl closed her eyes.
Quietly sitting in the air, very quiet, very soft.
Jiuyou didn't leave, just looked at her quietly.
Looking at her small face with her outline, the heart that was as silent as death pool, inexplicably across a familiar pain.
That pain, let him that always gentle handsome face appeared a crack.
Just, that kind of crack, but was soon covered up by a kind of coldness.
But that pair of deep eyes low depth, but still floating a trace should not have some emotional fluctuations.
Hundreds of years!
I thought that after hundreds of years, my memory of her should be almost consumed.
But the fact is that in the years of grinding, memory not only does not wear away, but like wine general, more and more clear and rich.
It's just that he has been hiding in the deepest part of his heart.
He is waiting, waiting for one day, who can help him break that layer of oppression and release the deepest gap.
……
Fairyland.
Under the war, the smell of blood filled the sky.
The blood flow of the dead and wounded almost disturbed the fairyland.
Long Qingxie has been watching coldly. His deep black eyes are brewing some undercurrent, holding his son, quietly watching such a huge war.
Almost!
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