Guessing something, Yu Nianyuan frequently looked at the seventh junior sister who lowered her head to drink the noodle soup, and then turned her face away.

"Ah...ah..."

Hearing the soft voice of the Seventh Junior Sister, his eyes returned to normal and he looked over.

I saw the seventh junior sister holding another unused noodle bowl in both hands and handing it to her in a silly manner.

Yu Nianyuan was silent for a while, then his white palm slipped out of his sleeve and took the noodle bowl.

Zhao Qingxiu noticed that the second senior sister didn't seem to start eating right away. Instead, she spread some noodles from the bowl and put it into the bowl where she had finished most of it.

Yu Nianyuan also helped her roll up the sleeves of her skirt and adjust the somewhat loose blindfold ribbon. After doing this, she was ready to eat the noodles with her chopsticks.

Zhao Qingxiu lowered her head and sipped the noodle soup silently.

She ate faster and put down the bowl. After waiting for a while, Yu Nianyuan also took a long breath and put down the empty bowl.

Zhao Qingxiu stood up and groped towards the room where the master bedroom was.

Yu Nianyuan did not stop him, nor did he go to help him. He sat in his original position in the courtyard, picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

There was some tacit understanding between the two senior sisters in this series of actions.

After a while, Zhao Qingxiu walked out of the master bedroom slowly, with a long cloth bag in her hand.

The rope at the mouth of the cloth bag was loosened, and the cloth slipped away, revealing a bronze sword hilt with dark red blood spots on it.

Zhao Qingxiu returned to the second senior sister with her bronze sword.

Yu Nianyuan looked at the sky and put down the tea cup without taking a sip of tea.

"Let's go."

Zhao Qingxiu stretched out her palm.

Yu Nianyuan saw a dragon swimming between her palms, with purple mist lingering around its body.

Yu Nianyuan stared at it for a while, then stretched out his palm to hold the bronze sword.

The moment when the two women held the bronze sword at the same time.

Time flies.

It seems that the ground has shrunk to an inch, and it also seems like a yellow beam in a dream.

Zhao Qingxiu felt like opening her eyes again.

My eyes are back.

His eyes are as clear as a stream.

Restore the light.

But before her eyes was an abyss.

There was only the color of blood and the faint green color of bronze.

Many things are blurry.

But I can still see some things clearly:

In the abyss ahead, there are evil dragons emerging continuously, twisting and terrifying, and the abyss is bottomless.

Above the abyss, there is a small bronze sword hanging upside down.

The sword's edge was extremely blunt, stained with rust, but dripping with blood.

I don’t know how many lives he has been stained with.

This isn't the first time she's met.

I have had it in my dreams every time in the past.

She used to think it was very scary, but since she lived in Tanlang's courtyard and was enlightened by Tanlang and protected by the inexplicable purple mist, Zhao Qingxiu didn't feel so scary anymore, and she felt somewhat calm and calm.

She looked down and saw a small purple dragon swimming and spinning in the palm of her hand, drawing circles in her palm and making waves, like pebbles jumping and floating on the surface of a lake.

Zhao Qingxiu withdrew her clear eyes and raised her eyes to look forward.

All I saw in front of me were the backs of the ladies.

Standing on the same spot, they are different in height and height, each with its own merits.

But his face is blurry.

This time, it is no longer the last time in the dream, there were constant horrifying scenes of Yue women falling into the abyss.

At this moment, the surroundings were calm, and most of the ladies' figures stood motionless, as if they were looking at the abyss in front of them.

However, four figures among them moved.

The figure of a tall female monarch, with hair like golden flames.

The figure of a lady in white clothes, with bells tied on her bare feet.

In addition, there are two ladies with elegant sideburns.

These two ladies seem to be of the same height, body shape, and movements.

The only difference is that the slanting directions of the double temples on the head are different, one is leaning to the left and the other is leaning to the right.

The figures of the four female monarchs, like Zhao Qingxiu who opened her eyes, are somewhat agile, and are different from the "lifeless" female monarchs around them who are staring into the abyss ahead.

They turned around, seemed to look at Zhao Qingxiu, and walked over.

Zhao Qingxiu wanted to speak, but found that she could not make a sound.

It seemed that it was not just because of her muteness, but all the ladies around her were silent.

It was completely different from the last time in the quiet courtyard when she fell into a dream and broke through the realm to become the "Mrs. Dream".

This time, the whole abyss was extremely quiet.

It's like going from an illusory dream to real reality.

The atmosphere of reality is dead and serious.

At this moment, the tall blonde lady walked directly in front of Zhao Qingxiu and seemed to lower her head to look at her. The tall lady suddenly reached out and touched Zhao Qingxiu's eyes from the air.

Zhao Qingxiu was stunned and opened her mouth.

I want to call me "Big Sister", but I don't have the voice.

The shadow that looked like a candle in the snow suddenly hugged her.

The blonde lady was tall, and Zhao Qingxiu looked extremely petite in her arms.

Zhao Qingxiu didn't move anymore.

She didn't hug her back, because there was a purple dragon in her palm, and her hands were hanging free, which made her feel a little awkward for a moment.

The ladies in white next to them, the one with sideburns on the left and the one with sideburns on the right, all lowered their heads and looked at Zhao Qingxiu's palm.

After a while, the tall blonde lady let go of her arms and cast her eyes towards the sleepy dragon wandering in Zhao Qingxiu's palm.

Immediately, she silently spread her right hand in front of Zhao Qingxiu and others.

There is a dragon on the palm, all white as snow.

…

Xunyang Prince's Mansion.

The ruins of the inner house, next to the rockery.

The scene where Lu Ya, Cai Shou and Shun Bo temporarily retreated.

After the young man in Confucian shirt finished talking about the dragon slaying, he thanked Lingjiang and Li Xian's family fell into silence.

Looking at the faces of everyone, Ouyang Rong certainly knew their hesitation and misunderstanding.

They looked at the sword box in Xie Lingjiang's arms with somewhat embarrassed expressions.

Li Xian said:

"Tan Lang, let's wait until we return to Beijing to discuss this matter. Let's leave Xunyang now. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Rong slowly looked away from the moonlight sword in his hand.

He looked around at the ruins where the embers were still burning, and nodded gently:

"Okay, let's evacuate Xunyang City first. This matter is not urgent. We will talk in detail when we reach a safe place on the way."

Li Xian and others heard the meaning of his words, and it seemed that he wanted to leave Xunyang City temporarily with them, unlike when he was the Dragon City Order, sticking to the rules and clinging to the fiefdom... Everyone looked relaxed or happy.

Ouyang Rong weighed the moonlight sword, put it into its sheath, and did not return it to Xie Lingjiang this time. Instead, he held it in his arms and walked aside: "Little junior sister, follow me."

There is no mistake, every song is published and every content is read one by one!

Xie Lingjiang looked at the back of his senior brother, then looked at Li Xian and others, and stepped up to follow.

The two brothers and sisters walked away as Li Guo'er watched.

Come to a secluded place.
To be continued...