Chapter 11 The Great Dream of the Chonglou Ten Thousand Years of Idiot

That night at Zizhulou, it was so beautiful that it seemed as if everything was just a pillow.

She couldn't wake up, and her whole body seemed to be hollowed out, confused and empty, as if she was about to fly into the sky.

There was a smell of him wrapped around the tip of his nose, which seemed to be mixed with the smell of a thousand-year-old acacia flower, but it was stronger and stronger than the pure fragrance of flowers.

She tried her best to wake up, but she was so tired that she could not resist her body. She was like the Luoying who had bloomed in the last season. She finally withered and fell asleep in his arms after she was in full bloom.

In a trance, it seemed that he had said something to him and didn't seem to say anything.

When she woke up, she was the only one left alone. The man left Chonghua Immortal Island and left her

Slanted against the railing, she followed his usual posture, and was alone outside the building by the window and snow was already flying all over the sky.

This heavy snow came unexpectedly.

A few days ago, I saw the warm autumn sun, but today, the morning dew turned into frost, and the swelling of silver chestnut and jade dust fell.

The woman isolated on the railing is as solid as a stone statue, as if she is not feeling the cold at all

Her eyes were lowered, and her fingertips occasionally gently twisted the snowflakes that took off and fell, and rubbed the snow into water.

The dense snowflakes fell on the ends of her hair, cheeks, and eyelashes, and she didn't want to fly away again

After he left, many seasons have changed from late summer last year to autumn, to winter solstice, to the beginning of spring, to early summer, and finally to the current late autumn

She didn't leave Chonghua Immortal Island, but she knew that after he left that day, she committed suicide and went to Qingyun Mountain.

That battle was earth-shaking

Everyone was shocked. Before, his cultivation level was already amazing, but no one had ever thought that even the first person in the world in the past was the result of suppressing most of his cultivation level.

However, he didn't know whether it was because of his anger or hatred, but his cultivation level was fully developed in front of the mountain gate of Ling Teng and Qingyun Sect. Three flowers gathered in the top behind him, and five energys came to the Yuan Dynasty.

Hunyuan Wuji Great Perfection! Immortality and Immortality, I will not enter the cycle of reincarnation! In just four hundred years, he cultivated the Wuji Golden Immortal, which is a state that many people never thought of in their entire lives.

That day, just one person and one sword, all three generations of the Qingyun Sect and more than one thousand elite disciples were slaughtered.

Later, the head of the sect was destroyed, and even the masters who were in seclusion practice were all cut off by him.

At this point, the Qingyun Sect instantly became the last one

Suddenly, a stinging pain came from her chest, and her heart was shaking and trembling, causing her to return to her dissipating thoughts.

Alas... I sighed softly from my mouth, why did time pass so quickly, it was winter again in the blink of an eye

The frost on the tower was cool, and in a trance, she looked at the white wrist on her left hand

There is obviously a red bloodline in it

She remembered the ancient pill recipe she had seen before, which was caused by the bitterness of lovesickness.

He wanted her to feel like she was thrusting her bones every time she missed him, and she felt unbearable.

It turns out that what he calls never forgetting is like this?

Even so, for some reason, she didn't think the severe pain was unbearable, but the pain would make her heart tight

Every time she tightened, something seemed to block her throat, and her nose and eyes would be inexplicably sour and itchy.

Especially in the long corridor with moon shadows and in the quiet room with layers of veils, as long as she thinks of him, her chest will be tight enough to be almost suffocating.

She could only curl her body into a ball as much as possible, wrap her hands around her, pretending that it was his arms, and telling herself that he was hugging her with a very gentle and gentle force.

Just as I used to feel sorry for her

Xiahou Qin, the poison in my blood is what you want to tell me, I and you... are you... I miss you...? Actually, I hope it is, and I hope it is not. I love you, but I am even more afraid that you will suffer the same pain as me.