70 Bell Orchid God

The deeper they walked into the cave, the more spiritual they felt, and the way was very smooth without encountering a strange beast. Why is it so quiet here? It's very different from when they first came in. This strange peace is uncomfortable.

The two of them marched cautiously. When they walked 20 meters, a strange totem with a masked priest stabbed the woman's heart with a scepter. Xiaowei seemed to see blood flowing from the woman's chest, and the bright red ** soaked the woman's white jade skin, as if she had just climbed out of the bleeding pool. The dazzling red color on the ground filled Xiaowei's eyes, and the woman held her head and remained motionless.

There was a kind of fear in her heart. When she wanted to see who the woman covered with blood was, the woman suddenly raised her head and smiled at her. The laughter was so strange, and how could she not recognize the familiar appearance? That's, that's herself. She saw that she almost didn't shout, and her whole body kept shaking. When she was about to collapse, a familiar spiritual force like a warm current was injected into her body, which made her much better.

"What's wrong with me?" Xiaowei woke up and hurriedly asked about the floating path around him.

"You are in the illusion. Are you feeling better now?" Although Fusheng's tone was calm, the frowns revealed the worries in his heart.

"Hmm. It's okay!" Xiaowei was a little relaxed, but in retrospect of the scene just now, she still had lingering palpitations. If Fu Sheng hadn't found that her abnormality had injected spiritual power into her in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Maybe she would never wake up. Like the woman in the sacrifice.

"That's good. It's weird here. It's better to be careful." Fusheng reminded her that she was slightly relieved by his tone. She was also shocked to see Xiaowei lose her mind just now. Fortunately, he reacted relatively quickly and didn't make any big mistakes. Otherwise, I will regret it too late. Fusheng held her hand tightly and did not dare to take it lightly for a moment. Xiaowei felt that his breath was solemn and knew that the situation was serious, and he did not dare to disturb him and follow him obediently to be vigilant.

It seems that a gust of wind blows, and the fragrance of flowers floats out of the cave. The fragrance is strong, floating, and the heart is refreshing, which is intoxicating. Intoxicated by the fragrance, there seemed to be a string of white bells floating in the wind in the distance, ringing out layers of bells. Who is it? In this lonely hole, he sighed and gently touched his heartstrings.

"The deep valley cave is beautiful, and the fragrance is only waiting for the heart. Gao Jiesheng sings in the snowy wind, and a bell beats the king's heart. The melodious sound of the quiet woman's poems came from the cave, and the voice was mixed with bursts of sadness and the sound of the pleasant bells in the wind, and the aftertows of lingered.

"Who is it?" Floating life breaks this quiet and graceful confused sound. The bell just now disappeared like a breeze. The fragrance of flowers suspended in the air slowly faded away, and the darkness returned to the surroundings. The warmth just now was gone, and everything was as usual.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Wei looked at Fu Sheng puzzledly, and his worry slowly overflowed. She has always been around Fusheng, but she still doesn't feel anything wrong. She didn't feel the experience of Fusheng just now. Instead, she was shocked by his low shout just now, and her hand tightened again.

"Didn't you hear the sound of bells, the fragrance of flowers in the air, and the sound of a woman chanting poems?" This time, I was a little surprised to change to a floating life.

"No, it has always been like this around us. Where did the bells, flowers and poems come from? Xiaowei looked at him in a glancholy, and his face showed that he was not lying at all. He realized that he was the only one who fell into an illusion just now. It seemed that the other party's magic power was really extraordinary and could make him fall.

He clenched Xiaowei's hand and took her to leave this strange place quickly, but he didn't wait for them to go far, and there was another faint fragrance. With the crisp sound of the bells to cut through the darkness, the woman's faint sorrow sang "The shadow of the deep valley is hidden, looking extremely melancholy, cold and cold. In the remnants of the grass and smoky light, who will rely on it without words? I plan to be intoxicated with the beautiful dream, empty and lonely, looking forward to your return. The sound of the guqin is cold, and the clear voice is sad. With the melodious guqin, the woman's voice is more sad and touching than just now. No matter how strong a person is, hearing such a sad song will make people's hearts tremble.

"Who are you?" Fusheng didn't feel his voice trembling, just because of the sad song? It makes people hear the heart ripples.

"I finally waited for you." The sound is as crisp and pleasant as the wind chimes in the wind. In the dark, she was dressed in white and swayed with the wind, with bursts of fragrance, and her exquisite figure was hidden in Luo's clothes. A soft and bright black hair, like a pouring black waterfall, actually illuminates the darkness. The woman slowly turned around, and her amazing face appeared in front of him. She was more beautiful, more beautiful and noble than the women in the world. The flowers are everywhere, but she is the only one who is arrogant and beautiful.

"Are you waiting for me?" Fu Sheng looked at the gorgeous woman in front of him doubtfully, but there was only endless loneliness and sadness in the woman's eyes.

"Yes, I've been waiting." The woman said lightly that she couldn't hear any feelings. Is it joy? It's too cold and arrogant. Are you looking forward to it? It's too silent. Is it sad? It's too bland.

"Do you know who I am?" Fu Sheng asked.

"I don't know." The woman said quietly.

"Then why did you say you were waiting for me?" Fu Sheng asked again.

"Because no one can see my face, hear my voice, and smell the fragrance of my flowers. And only you can see, hear and hear. You are destined to be my predestined person. The woman said this for a long time, and her tone remained calm.

"Who are you?" After listening to the woman's words, Fu Sheng asked slowly that he was rarely so patient with others, but today he felt that he was a little different. He just didn't want to hurt the woman, although they had never known each other.

"Me? They all call me Ling Lan. The woman said.

"Miss Linglan, I don't know you." After listening to some of her confessions, Fusheng also had a good impression on her, and even had the same desire to stay with her for a long time like Linglan.

"Well? What's wrong with me? How can I be moved by people other than Xiaowei? Am I worthy of Xiaowei? That's not right!" Fusheng struggled in his heart, but his face was still calm and traceless. Xiaowei didn't hear their conversation, because she couldn't see Linglan, let alone hear it.

"Don't we know each other now? Everything will start all over again, and we will have a new beginning. At this time, Linglan stared at him affectionately. The eyes turned out to be the warmth of the pulse, which was completely different from the cold arrogance just now.

Another wave of gentle attacks made Fu Sheng a little overwhelmed. Just now, he was a little guilty of a contradiction, and now he is a little shaken. He began to re-examine the bits and pieces of his past with Xiaowei, but his mind was very messy. He couldn't remember all the memories about Xiaowei. What's wrong with him? Do you forget the little demon who gives up being a person and is willing to accompany him forever? Do you forget the little demon who still meets in the past and present life? Do you forget the little demon who would rather die together than live alone...

"Floating life? Fusheng..." When he was confused, a familiar voice of concern suddenly came from his ear. There is also her delicate and smooth warmth in her hand.

"Xiao Wei?" Fu Sheng and Xiao Wei's hand not only tightened, how could he forget it? How could he forget it? Can't you be moved by the marriage that has been pursued for ten thousand years? It was Xiaowei who slowly melted his stone heart, made his heart more warm, and made him feel like a person. Does his heart begin to be fickle like a human being?

"Fu Sheng, is that woman your concern?" Linglan added that the faint voice was covered with a veil of sadness, and the pain of touching the heart made the listener more pity. She shouldn't have been so sad about everything, but no matter how cold and arrogant she is, she can't escape.

"Ling-Lan." Fusheng still didn't let go of Xiaowei's hand, but he shouted the names of other women. He felt that all this was too sudden and unexpected. What's the problem? Why is his heart no longer controlled by his emotions?

"I hope your hand will always be held by my hand." Linglan stretched out her hand to him, and the hand was like a floating petal in the air, waiting for warm contact.

Fu Sheng still didn't move, and he was still hesitating. At this time, the fragrance of the flowers was even stronger, and the group wrapped around him. There seem to be lingering petals around to separate them from the outside world. He can't see where Xiaowei is? His heart was always flustered. Linglan's hand was still held in front of him and waited for his choice to pass minute by minute, but Fusheng still held Xiaowei's hand tightly.

"Floating life? Don't you like me?" Linglan's sad eyes looked at him, and the broken heartache penetrated into her blood little by little. Every powder contained her persistent love.

He smelled the strong fragrance of flowers in the air, which made his heart more impetuous and turbulent. He bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth and a salty smell poured into his mouth, which made him wake up a lot. He was glad that he still held Xiaowei tightly, and that he woke up at this time. He didn't do anything wrong that he was sorry for his heart, and he didn't feel sorry for Xiaowei.

"What did you spread in the air?" Fu Sheng frowned and stared at him. A little warmth no longer existed, and he regained his coldness.

"Floating life? Don't you believe me?" But Linglan still looks sad and doesn't lie at all. It seems that she is really in love here.

"Tell me, what technique did you use? Control my mind and leave my emotions quickly. Fu Sheng scolded angrily.

It seems that I failed. I can't take her place in your mind." Linglan withdrew her hand in frustration. Even if she used the emotional transfer technique, it would not help. It's not that her spiritual power is too poor and his divine power is too strong, but that he loves perseverance and loyalty.

"Yes, no one in the world can replace Xiao Wei in my mind. She is everything to me."

"Why?" Linglan didn't understand why their love was so deep.

"Because I have experienced too many ups and downs with her. In the end, we can come together not because of the love of God, but because of the flame of love in each other's hearts. We live and die together, but we don't want to live alone in the world. If there is no her or me in this world. Fusheng said these firmly in his heart. He didn't say a lot of words, and he didn't express a lot of feelings completely, because it took too much time to talk about it. Their bits and pieces can't be made clear in a moment.

Linglan heard his words and felt his loyalty to love. She withdrew her spiritual power and the fragrance of flowers in the air faded in an instant, and gradually left no aftertaste. The struggle in Fusheng's heart no longer exists. He is still a god who loves Xiaowei, loves Xiaowei, and can even give everything for her.

Linglan saw the firm look in his eyes, and her heart was even more sad. If only the person in his heart was her. She smiled and hid all the bitterness, leaving only the silver light in her eyes:

"I can't grab your heart and enter your world. If I knew you long before her, I would make you fall in love with me. It's a pity that I'd rather look for you, but I don't know where your heart belongs. It was my arrogance that broke my great marriage.

Today, I just want you to remember that there is a lily of the valley god in this cave. I will always bless you somewhere in the world in the future. After saying that, there was a rain of petals in the air, and the white petals were like snowflakes, and the flowers were full of her sincere feelings.

"Don't be too precious!" A faint breeze blew through her and quietly disappeared into the darkness, as if she had never been, quietly leaving without alarming a particle in the air. But there is a faint trace left in the floating heart, recording that she has come. It's gone.