Chapter 110 Ji Qian's Answer

The autumn wind gently brushed the earth, carrying the withered yellow leaves on the ground, but the yellow leaves flying in the air, like elves jumping on the strings, but at this moment, these beating elves show not lightness and happiness, but a feeling of sadness and loneliness. The autumn wind is cold, and people can't help but let the thin clothes Tighten your clothes.

In the ancient heaven and earth, there is a magnificent holy place in the mountain gate, in a luxuriously decorated palace.

The slightly cool breeze brushed the hanging pink veil, and the cool autumn wind invaded the pavilion. Behind the hazy pink veil, there was a huge bed in the spacious room. A woman in a veil sat leisurely by the bedside with her head resting on the bedside. Her charming eyes stared at the blood outside. The sunset.

The faint confusion and sadness enveloped this spacious room. The charming woman can no longer see all kinds of enchanting and ** in the past. Of course, the occasionally exposed soft skin, even if unintentionally, can make countless men burst into the most primitive impulses.

"Alas!"

The woman sighed deeply. She propped up her tired body, lifted the pink veil, and stood quietly on the balcony of the pavilion.

The slender jade feet gently stepped on the wooden board and did not feel the coldness of autumn at all. The autumn wind stirred up the drooping black hair, and the tulle on the body was also lifted in the autumn wind. Most of the round peaks on the chest suddenly revealed most of the snow-white skin, reflecting the blood red of the sunset, delicate and plump figure. It is also revealed.

It's just that the charming woman did not appreciate her proud figure. Those worried eyes quietly looked at the desolation of dusk, and the blood-red sunset wandered between heaven and earth. It was not clear when she would completely sink into the darkness.

I don't know when the strong woman in everyone's eyes had wet corners of her eyes, and there was also a dull look in her beautiful eyes.

"Little man!"

Between the bright red lips, she called softly, but every time she remembered that day, the dark and fallen power filled the scene between heaven and earth. Whenever the injured beast bowed his body and appeared in Ji Qian's memory like a hunter's memory, Ji Qian always had a torn pain in her heart, "Why? What's wrong with me?"

This is not the first time that Ji Qian has asked such a question in her heart, but even if she knows the final answer, she dares not face it at this moment.

The red of the sunset is the red of blood. The floating clouds in the world are constantly changing at this moment, as if Ji Qian's heart can't be stabilized at this moment. Ji Qian doesn't know when she had such a strong emotion for the handsome and mysterious guy. She has always been making trouble. Are you having fun? Ji Qian asked herself in her heart puzzledly.

Ji Qian didn't know that there was such a word as 'playing with fire'.

The blood-red sunset reflected half of the sky. Ji Qian looked at the world below. The dim yellow light covered everything with a hazy halo, as if the feelings for Jun Lintian in her heart at this moment were hazy and speechless. Although this hazy, as long as Ji Qian is willing, the truth can be big in an instant. Bai, but when it was time to face it directly, Ji Qian retreated again.

Ji Qian, who has never loved, has no courage to play when she really faces the real feelings in her heart, so Ji Qian can only hide her inner fear and fear, or that faint shyness, with superficial illusions.

Looking at those people with low cultivation doing their own things, they are busy as if they are not tired. Looking at the rare tranquility of the Yantian Holy Land these days, Ji Qian suddenly felt how good it would be if she was one of them. At least she could pursue her own happiness without so much scruples.

But if Ji Qian is really an ordinary person from the beginning, maybe she will envy the disciple of the elder, a holy war-level peak existence.

Because people are like this, they are not satisfied with the status quo!

"Little man, how are you now? I promised you that in the holy land of Yantian, I won't let your wife suffer a little grievance. Now that she has been left by a mysterious man, she is no longer in the holy land of Yantian. I have also fulfilled my promise, but..." Speaking of this, Ji Qian's thin veil floated in the breeze, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, and that The plump body trembled slightly in the breeze. I couldn't tell whether it was because of the cold in the autumn wind or the tearing pain in my heart. "It's just... I want to see you now."

The scarlet sunset completely fell into the ground plane. When the last halo was replaced by darkness, a drop of crystal tears fell from the corners of Ji Qian's eyes. She gently spread out her right hand and in the heart of her right hand, a faint blue breath emitted strong soul fluctuations.

Inadvertently, he could see through his endless charming eyes and stared at the subtle fragments of soul in his hand. That was Jun Lintian, the moment when the real northern wilderness was completely smashed. A soul mark attached to the real northern wilderness was now picked up by Ji Qian.

The soul mark in his hand is swaying, as if it is communicating with each other in the distance, and it seems that it may dissipate at any time.

Ji Qian's mind was blank at this moment. Suddenly, in a blank memory, only Jun Lintian's handsome smiling face was left. I don't know how long it had passed. Ji Qian suddenly put the wisp of soul mark in her hand into her eyebrows, and then regardless of her still dressed in a light gauze, large area of white skin* * Outside, the figure that made anyone's blood swell disappear directly into the dim night.

Ji Qian's figure flew to the distance, but at this moment, the endless charming figure revealed a strong sadness and desolation.

After Ji Qian left, an old figure appeared in the dark night. After years of vicissitudes, Ji Qian looked at Ji Qian's distant figure. After a long time, the old man sighed leisurely, full of melancholy, and echoed for a long time: "Alas, love, it can really change a person."

The sound of sighing leisurely is like the crystallization of ancient wisdom, but at this moment, no one has heard it.

The figure of the old man left, and fell into a dead silence again. However, below, the people of the Yantian Holy Land are still living and busy as usual. If there is any change in their lives, it may be the talk they talk about. These days, it has become more colorful.