The beauty's facial features are exquisitely carved, her eyebrows are like black eyebrows, her eyes are like stars, her watery eyes are full of aura, and her small cherry mouth is slightly pursed, half-smiling but not smiling.

This soft silhouette, this stunning appearance, this dust-free aura, she is simply Murong Qianqian.

Murong Qianqian was startled by the painting in front of her, wondering who the owner of this stone room was, and that there was actually a portrait of her.

However, she frowned, because although this beauty looked exactly like her, her temperament and smile were somewhat different.

Moreover, unless she was sleepwalking, she could conclude that she had never been to the fairyland-like garden in the painting.

So, who is this person? Is it just a woman with the same appearance as myself? If that is the case, this world will be strange.

Murong Qianqian then opened several more scrolls, and they still showed the same woman, but her expression was either angry or smiling, happy or sad.

From the full strokes of the painting and the lifelike form of the woman, Murong Qianqian felt that the person who painted the picture must have loved this woman very much, otherwise how could he be able to express her feelings in the painting.

Looking down slightly, Murong Qianqian suddenly noticed a signature under the scroll, and immediately exclaimed in shock: "Not me?"

The author of this painting is actually "not me". Isn't this not me the same as that not me?

Murong Qianqian felt that things were getting weird, and quickly opened a few more pictures. It was still the same woman, dancing a sword under a tree, inviting the moon to drink, or staring in loneliness...

Until the last picture, she felt as if she had been struck by a muffled thunder, and her whole body was completely frozen there.

Her hands holding the scroll trembled slightly, her face was so pale that there was no moonlight, and in her clear pupils there were only two people on the scroll - she and Xuanyuan Yao.

However, it seems that it is not them.

Because it was still an unfamiliar background, an unfamiliar demeanor, and Xuanyuan Yao was not wearing the usual bright yellow python robe, but a black robe, and his hair was silver.

The beauty is nestled in the man's arms, smiling sweetly and happily. The man lowers his head slightly, his eyes full of doting, familiar yet unfamiliar.

However, the signature is filled with endless sadness, and there is a faint sentence: Destiny in this life will eventually be wrong; fate in the next life will be waiting for you - it is not me.

What's going on?

Murong Qianqian's intuition told her that the two people depicted in this painting and the author of the painting were most likely to have a close relationship with Xuanyuan Yao, herself, and Feiwo.

Could it be that this beauty is my past life, and the man in black and silver hair is Xuanyuan Yao's past life, instead of me living all the time, waiting for her in the next life?

Everything was in chaos, and her whole thinking was completely overturned. Murong Qianqian had never thought of such a bizarre story, let alone that she was the protagonist in it.

"No, I'm going to ask someone else." Murong Qianqian bit her lip lightly.

Seeing this, the hornbill hung his head beside him, not daring to say a word.

Murong Qianqian noticed something strange, turned her head and asked: "Rhinoceros, you must know something, right?"

"I don't know." The hornbill shook his head.

But now, how could Murong Qianqian believe it? She smiled and said, "I am the Peach Blossom Fairy, right? Because I was originally your master, so you will protect me."

The hornbill was silent, indicating its acquiescence to this answer.

Murong Qianqian suddenly felt that many things were clear. However, she wanted to find out what exactly happened to her in her previous life, and what kind of story she had with Xuanyuan Yao and Feiwo.

The mechanism in the stone chamber was quickly found, and Murong Qianqian flew out, only to realize that she had accidentally bumped back into Yunyao Mountain.

In this case, Murong Qianqian immediately decided to look for Feiwo and let him tell her about her past and what kind of love and hatred she had with them.

However, today's Yunyao Mountain is very strange. It is different from the usual peace. Although it is still quiet, there is a faint and strange atmosphere in the air.

Murong Qianqian turned around, but not only did she not find Feiwo, she also didn't see anyone in Yunyao Mountain. The whole mountain seemed to have become empty in an instant.

When we reached the back mountain, the hornbill suddenly pointed to the sky and said, "Master, look at the sky over there."

Murong Qianqian looked in the direction, and sure enough she found dark clouds rolling in the air. The clouds looked like two giant dragons circling, and the sky and the earth changed.

She had seen such a scene before during the fight between Xuanyuan Yao and Su Yeluo, but the situation at that time was not worth mentioning compared to it.

Now this change can only prove that two people with extremely high magic skills are fighting each other. It seems that something big has happened in Yunyao Mountain.

"Lemon, let's go~" Murong Qianqian jumped up and stood on the back of the hornbill and ordered.

Because the hornbill sensed that the situation was unusual, it couldn't help but speed up a lot, but just as they flew not far away, a black figure suddenly blocked the way.

"Qianqian, don't go there~" After a closer look, the person coming was none other than Leng Sha.

Leng Sha was seen staggering, as if he had been seriously injured, his face was so pale that there was no blood, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Xiao Leng, what's wrong with you?" Murong Qianqian quickly stepped forward and reached out to support the injured Leng Sha.

Leng Sha grabbed her arm forcefully, "Qianqian, go quickly, don't stay here~"

Murong Qianqian was puzzled, "Something big happened in Yunyao Mountain, right? What happened? Where's Penglai, who's not me?"

Something must have happened, otherwise Yunyao Mountain would not be so quiet, and Leng Sha would not keep asking her to leave quickly. But what kind of thing could make Leng Sha, who has always been calm and calm, panic?

Leng Sha remained silent and shook his head: "Qianqian, don't ask anymore. This matter has nothing to do with you. Can you please leave me?"

"No." Murong Qianqian decisively refused, because she saw many black figures jumping out not far away.

Leng Sha turned his head and found that the demons who had just been chasing him had followed him. He immediately pulled his arm to protect Murong Qianqian behind him.

Black shadows flew around, surrounding Leng Sha at extremely fast speeds, and a black cyclone filled the air, like ink in the water spreading bit by bit.

Leng Sha was seriously injured, and while protecting Murong Qianqian, he was naturally unable to do what he wanted, so he seemed physically exhausted to deal with those demons.

Seeing that Leng Sha was at a disadvantage, Murong Qianqian pulled out the long sword in her hand to help. Strangely enough, those demons seemed to be very afraid of her, and she fought back several of them.

After a cup of tea, the previously unscrupulous devils no longer showed their teeth and claws, some disappeared into ashes, and some fled in a hurry when they saw that they could not be defeated.
Chapter completed!