Walking in the peach blossom forest again, Mo Zhiyu felt like he was bathed in a drizzle of peach blossoms. He thought it was very strange, since he came here, he felt that there was wind here anytime and anywhere, but the wind was different, and there were peach blossoms dancing in the sky anytime and anywhere, but he never felt that the peach blossoms on this tree had decreased. The copper sheets on the treetops were also tinkling all the time, but there was no pattern.

Such a scene is very beautiful, the ancestor who can create such a world must be a person with a true temperament, but there is such a sad song hidden in such a peach blossom forest, and the ancestor must also be a person with a story.

Mo Zhiyu walked around the peach forest blindly, he was looking for it, but he couldn't find it. For the first time since returning to this world, he was separated from the remnant. I don't know if it's because of habit, it seems that the hermit has merged with his life, even if it is only separated for such a short time, it makes him very uncomfortable. Let him eagerly search, impatient.

"Damn, why did you promise so simply this time?" Mo Zhi chattered angrily, suddenly turned his head, and saw a thin shadow hidden in the rain of flowers.

The shadow was ethereal, wearing a plain white dress and long black hair, but it tended to be transparent, and it looked like a dream, but it felt extremely familiar to him.

"Remnants?" Mo Zhiyu immediately ran over, he didn't know why he was so excited, he ran to the back of this shadow, but this shadow didn't turn around, he immediately went around to the front of himself, and then found that this side was still the hair that was scattered, the front and back were the same?

He immediately screamed, "Why is it the same before and after, Sadako?" "The atmosphere that was supposed to contain romance in the middle of the night suddenly became eerie.

The phantom in front of him turned, reaching out and ruffling his long hair. Mo Zhiyu was ready to see a big blood-red eye, but what he saw was a normal mouth, with thin lips, and a flat and cold voice came from the opening: "I just haven't fully recovered my face yet." ”

As soon as he heard this voice, Mo Zhiyu suddenly felt extremely kind, he could finally be sure that the shadow in front of him was the remnant soul, he was very happy to stretch out his hands, wanting to give this close partner a hug, but he hugged it empty.

"I'm still just a soul, and I haven't recovered as a physical entity." The remnant floated back a little, his voice still flat, "What, you're done so soon?" It's shorter than I thought it would be. ”

"Hey, don't think of me so badly." Mo Zhiyu shook his head and said, "It's too small to swallow." ”

The remnant soul let out a faint "oh": "So now you're coming to me?" ”

"How can we say that we are also companions in life and death!" Mo Zhiyu laughed, "But now it seems that you are recovering well, your soul should be almost complete, and this is less than a year." ”

"Indeed, everything is going well." The remnant's voice was light, but there was a clear joy in it.

At this time, the wind suddenly became stronger, and the treetops swayed more sharply. It seems to be a coincidence that those tinkling sounds gradually have some rhythm, which is the "Nocturne".

"The atmosphere is good, remember the first dance we learned in that world?" Mo Zhiyu smiled and stretched out his hand to the remnant soul, "It's our first celebration in this world. ”

The remnant soul looked up at him slightly, and his voice was faint: "Don't you think that this song is not appropriate?" ”

Mo Zhiyu listened to this jingling sound, nodded his head and said, "Yes, I haven't fallen out of love, why do I want to listen to such sad songs like that ancestor master?" ”

Then he saw the remnant wave his hand slightly, making the tune in the wind suddenly cheerful, sweeping away the previous sorrow. Then she reached out to him and gently rested it on his palm. Of course, there is no physical feeling, but Mo Zhiyu can feel her breath.

So his palm was slightly weak, even if he held her hand, and then took a step forward and grabbed her waist, and this person's soul danced in this rain of flowers and rain tacitly. They danced a familiar dance called the waltz.

"Actually, I'm looking forward to that day," Mo Zhiyu looked down at the remnant, "I can get to know you again when your memories and mine are all whole." ”

Although the remnant soul has no body, in this dance, her hair seems to move with the wind, revealing a pair of thin lips, and the corners of her lips are slightly hooked, as if she is laughing. She said, "Are you really so curious about my identity?" ”

"I'm afraid it's not just curiosity," Mo Zhiyu said half-jokingly, "I'm about to become obsessed." ”

But he suddenly realized that looking at it from his current perspective, he found that the remnant soul in front of him was somewhat familiar, which made him can't help but be shocked in his heart. Because, like a wanwan.

The remnant soul naturally knew what Mo Zhiyu was thinking, and said directly: "I'm not her." Then it seemed that she sensed something, and suddenly floated backwards, pointed in the direction of the lake, and said, "There are very strong formation fluctuations over there!" ”

"Could it be that there are other Hongtian Sect spies?" Mo Zhi was shocked and immediately ran back, and the remnant soul returned to his body again.

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The mysterious man in a long black robe stood on the shore of the lake, looked back at the peaceful houses again, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and put on a strange bronze mask, the shape of the mask was completely different from that of the Hongtian Sect, revealing only a tenth of his face. Then the mysterious man's right hand opened slightly, and a light shot out from his palm, turning into a crystal clear jade long sword.

Then the mysterious man jumped to the surface of the lake on tiptoe, and after falling to the surface of the lake, he only made a little ripple on the soles of his feet, and then ran directly towards the center of the lake. As she approached the center of the lake, she suddenly stopped, pointed her sword at the sky, her steps floated, and danced a strange sword dance.

But with each dance, the tips of the feet and the tip of the sword will draw a ripple mark on the surface of the lake, and the ripples will swing from the wave mark to all directions, but the trace of the lake will not disperse for a long time. Soon, these traces converged and formed a specific circle, which seemed to be some kind of formation.

The formation was completed, but the dance of the mysterious man did not stop, and the tip of the sword was carved in the air, as if one character was depicted. And in the circle, the calm surface of the lake suddenly shook like boiling water, and then suddenly it collapsed in the middle, forming a bottomless abyss in the center of the lake.

"Roar~" A series of angry roars came from below, as if the gates of hell had finally opened, unleashing all the demons. - Next chapter, "Monster Liberation"

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