"Well……"

Jiang Wang felt his consciousness sinking, falling into the lightless and bottomless abyss.

The bamboo biqiong printed as a mirror flower silhouette can no longer be seen.

For example, Zhuo Qingru, Chen Zhitao, Fu Yanqing, and the dense human army all disappeared from the suddenly cut off field of vision.

He didn't think twice when he drew his sword, but he did it anyway after thinking about it.

Who is the person who comes out of the water mirror, what does he want to do, how powerful is... He doesn't know.

He only knew that Zhu Biqiong was his friend.

Then draw your sword!

Then was crushed.

This process was so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

He has experienced hundreds of battles and mobilized all his strength immediately, but in front of that random slap, he couldn't even summon his immortal thoughts!

The divine light is extinguished and Daoyuan returns to the sea.

When you fall, your body and mind sink, and your hands are empty.

Darkness annihilates the source of light, including hope.

Jiang Wang did not feel that he had died, because before he "died", he heard Zhu Biqiong's voice.

So sharp and crazy... it was Zhu Biqiong that he had never felt before.

Time has no meaning, and he does not feel pain, because the "feeling" is also dissipating.

Then in the endless darkness, "color" suddenly appeared, and something other than darkness appeared - it was a diffuse white mist.

He seemed to be falling into the white mist. Looking up, the smoke curled like ribbons, and the darkness was boundless higher up.

The mist I saw was misty and misty, gradually thickening like thick clouds.

Jiang Wang felt like he was trapped in the clouds.

In other words, he was supported by the cloud bed first and then regained his senses.

The terrifying sinking feeling dissipated. He jumped up and reached out to hold the sword. Only then did he realize that there was no sword around him, and then he realized that he was in a divine soul state, so the sword spirit manifested in his hand.

He has a down-to-earth touch and observes the environment calmly.

At this time, he heard a voice, a beautiful female voice, with a hint of ridicule——

"Let me see...whose young man has been keeping me in my boudoir?"

Such a familiar voice!

Is it in the mirror?

The boundless darkness was driven away, and the diffuse clouds dispersed.

Green bamboo and jade screen, rouge beast incense burner.

The warm pearl serves as a warm lamp and the carved patterns illuminate it, but it is a picture of an outing.

The gilt amber turned into a hourglass, and the broken beads struck the jade bowl, shyly trying to make sounds.

An extremely gorgeous and beautiful imagination, showing the elegance of a famous artist.

It is indeed a women’s boudoir!

Jiang Wang appeared here, a little embarrassed that he had no way to stay. He was wearing armor and there were fresh blood stains on his body, which threatened to disturb the beautiful dream of the sweet girl.

A green bamboo and jade screen blocked his back, and a faint fragrance floated on his nose. He looked forward and saw a figure in palace clothes sitting by the window. She had a graceful figure, long hair reaching her waist, and she was dressing up in front of the mirror.

From this angle, the woman's face cannot be seen.

But you can also get a glimpse of the color in the mirror.

The eyes are like mist and rain, and the eyebrows are like beautiful mountains and peaks.

Although it was a startling glimpse, it has been engraved for thousands of years.

If we say that Ye Lan'er's beauty is the most exquisite fine brushwork, her beauty is the most charming freehand brushwork. Every strand of hair and curl of clothes are stretched out in a beautiful manner.

"Your Excellency...Senior...you..." Jiang Wang changed his titles several times and bowed his hands: "Please let me out first!"

Although it was the first time for him to see the person in the mirror world, he had been mentally prepared to meet him since he had carried the red mirror with him for so many years.

Especially in the world of Shenxiao, when this person took action to eat the dragon, he had a premonition that this day would not be too far away.

When it comes to the unknown, it is true that it is unknown. When it comes to fear, there is actually none.

He has never felt any hostility in the mirror. Instead, he has narrowly escaped death many times because of the red mirror.

He often feels familiar with the mysterious existence in the mirror. Every time he goes through a tribulation, he understands it better. He has been with him all these years, like a friend he has never met.

He also imagined how and when they would meet.

He also thought about whether he would be able to give back something by then to soothe the pain of this old friend he had never met.

During the Flying Snow Tribulation, the Overturning Sea Tribulation, and the Questioning Heart Tribulation...these feelings were too profound.

But I never thought about it today.

He couldn't protect himself today, and he lost his friend today. He didn't think that in this transcendent situation, the man in the mirror could do anything.

He still believed in Yu Liyang and Zhu Sui Cao and their strength.

"Don't worry." The woman in front of the mirror did not look back. Instead, she used the pad of her little finger to apply rouge carefully: "The time and space here are stationary, and your time will not be wasted."

Jiang Wang looked around again and didn't feel anything different.

"Whether time and space are still or not is a relative concept." The woman in front of the mirror smiled: "For example, just now, I took off your armor and put it back on you."

Jiang Wang immediately lowered his head to observe and nervously touched his nails.

The woman laughed out loud, her branches quivering with laughter: "Do you have to be so cute, little boy?"

"Junior is already twenty-two." Jiang Wang retorted seriously.

"I know, I know, Lord Overlord." The woman raised her hand to interrupt his explanation.

This hand is delicate and soft, and crystal clear. When it is raised in the air, it immediately gathers brilliance. It is simply the most perfect work of art. It is hard to imagine what kind of craftsman can carve such a work.

But her hands just fell down and were buried in her long black hair.

The five fingers jump nimbly, giving off a sense of beauty like mountains and flowing water stroking a long harp. With a tinkling sound, it can easily pull out a flowing cloud bun.

"My power is limited, so I have to do this in order to stay young forever... You should know at this age that women can always do a lot of things for the sake of beauty."

As she said this, she put her hands on her hair, turned her face slightly, and raised her chin in the direction of the dressing table.

There was an open gilt red satin box, and inside the box lay a hairpin.

The color is bright gold and the shape is like a phoenix spreading its wings.

Jiang Wang somehow understood what she meant.

She should have been understood, surrounded, and sought after.

Jiang Wang stepped forward, stood behind the beautiful senior whom he met for the first time, and picked up the hairpin with the hand holding the sword...

After looking at it for a long time, I don't know how to place it appropriately.

God is pitiful, even though he is a noble prince, he can also be said to be successful and famous. But if Jiang An'an is not included, this is the first time he has styled a woman's hair!

Even Jiang Anan is not willing to let him have his hair styled now...

The woman seemed to notice his embarrassment and said in a relaxed tone: "What comes naturally comes naturally. Beauty does not need to be deliberate."

When Jiang Wang heard this, he simply twisted his fingertips, pulled up a hairpin, and tied it horizontally in his bun like a sword sheathed.

After he let go, the tail of the hairpin trembled, and the body of the hairpin made a clanging sound.

It’s all about sharp kung fu!

"...Not bad." The woman said, "Not bad." She took out the hairpin and tied it again.

She looked in the mirror seriously for a while, wiped off a little rouge with her little finger, and trimmed her lips, then turned around and looked at Jiang Wang: "Is she beautiful?"

So beautiful!

Because it is so beautiful, it actually makes people feel ashamed and oppressive.

Jiang Wang unconsciously took a step back and said, "It's pretty."

"It's not right to praise a girl for being so lacking in words." The woman shook her head, rather hating that iron could never become steel.

Jiang Wang didn't know what to say or what the senior wanted to do. He just said: "I don't know what the situation is like outside."

"That little girl named Zhu Biqiong...is she the one you like?" the woman looked at him and asked.

Jiang Wang smelled a little hope from this question and said seriously: "She is a very good girl. My love for her is the love between friends. If you can..."

"This is so cruel." The woman sighed: "You won't be liked by others."

She changed the subject: "But I like it. At least you are a person who is honest about feelings."
To be continued...