The baby's physique was too weak, and when Jing Yao was thinking about how to crack the illusion, a strong sense of sleepiness slapped her heart like a tide.

Jing Yao yawned and let the Sandman devour herself.

The main reason why she dared to sleep as if no one was around was that no one controlled the illusion in the Immortal Tomb, and it was not an offensive illusion, and besides, she was just a baby now and it was difficult to control her body.

Generally speaking, monks who realize that they have been tricked by illusions will only fidget without understanding them, for fear that their minds will be overridden by illusions and they will live in terrible dreams created by the caster, and thus lose themselves.

After Jing Yao discovered that illusion only used subtle edification to change people's thinking, the previous focus was gone.

After Jing Yao regained consciousness, she seemed to hear some subtle sounds.

It was as if a bird falling from a high altitude was flapping its injured wings vigorously, up and down...... There was only the sound of a bird flapping its wings, and she wanted to open her eyes to look, but her eyelids were heavy as if they were glued together, and after several failed attempts, her brows furrowed slightly and her cheeks puffed up to find a way.

Suddenly, there was a sound of broken footsteps in the distance, and she whispered something in Jing Yao's ear, it was a monotonous language of the ancient scale, she couldn't understand it but could feel the other party's heartfelt love for her, and judged that it was a female voice.

Jing Yao in the illusion couldn't help but have a warm current passing by, although Jing Yao knew that the emotional changes in her mind meant that the illusion had an effect on her, and her mind was taken away, and the purpose of the illusion was achieved.

Jing Yao laughed to herself.

When will the careless character be changed, I just suffered a dark loss not long ago, and now there is a crack in my consciousness because of a momentary loss of consciousness.

Fortunately, the illusion is not aggressive, which makes Jing Yao feel a little at ease, the soft female voice is like the wind in the field, the water by the stream, soft as a cradle, repeating a sentence over and over again, tirelessly pouring out her strong love.

Jing Yao was a little distracted, she enjoyed the warm feeling brought by the illusion, and suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the distance again, and the footsteps were calm and powerful.

Jing Yao couldn't help but fantasize that the second person who came over should be the father of the current body, and her mind began to sketch the other party's appearance......

The closed eyes finally opened, and the picture began to fast forward like a movie, and it was rare that she actually recognized the rapid passage of time, and felt that everything was so natural.

At the age of six or seven, Jing Yao began to read, she could already understand the language of this world, but she instinctively rejected the scriptures narrated by her master, and felt hypocritical, like a mosquito and fly chattering voice like a lullaby, Jing Yao lay on the table and began to sleep as if no one was around.

Not long after, there was an angry slapping sound on the table, Jing Yao opened her eyes, and the master was angrily condemning herself.

Jing Yao tugged at the corners of her mouth.

She just felt that the master looked annoying, and the classmate was too uninteresting, so she didn't wake herself up, and endured the master's angry attack, Jing Yao rubbed her eyes like no one, and saw a little boy in gorgeous clothes trying to apologize to herself.

The corners of Jing Yao's mouth curled even more, and she secretly made a face mischievously, but she was caught by the master, the master was angry, his face was flushed, and his classmates gloated and laughed.

The master took the bamboo board and slammed it on the table, and the classmate suddenly shuddered, he looked at Jing Yao and hated it, took out a bamboo slip the thickness of an adult's arm from his sleeve, and lined up on the table with a snap, accusing loudly.

Jing Yao touched her nose and opened the bamboo slip according to her master's wishes, she was not completely lost, she had been thinking about how to crack the illusion on her body all these years, but the idea of going out was not so strong.

Looking at the content on the bamboo slips, Jing Yao pursed the corners of her mouth, and looked back at her master with some mockery, that means everyone understands, you let a six or seven-year-old child read such esoteric words, and my head is in water, right?

The master slapped it down, Jing Yao dodged sideways, a playful smile climbed up her face, a tingling sensation suddenly came from the center of her eyebrows, and she fell straight to the ground, the class was in an uproar, and the master argued even more angrily: This is a shameful frame, I haven't even touched her, all the students must testify for Mr......

Jing Yao listened to her master's efforts to defend herself, as if she was afraid of taking responsibility, and responded in her heart: You don't have that ability, this is the sequelae caused by her rejection of illusion, and she didn't interpret it according to the script...... The tide of darkness swallowed her, and when she opened her eyes again, her face was covered with bitterness.

The illusion failed to swallow her completely, it seemed clear that this Chinese magician was not easy to solve, so she simply dreamed for ten years, the courtyard was full of friends, drums and gongs were noisy, Jing Yao was wearing a vermilion wedding dress, and her parents hugged her with half joy and half tears, especially her mother, Jing Yao almost fell, thinking that this was the truth.

Mother's murmur was like a spell, and like a big ship sailing on the ocean heard the call of the kraken's temptation, Jing Yao guarded her heart to prevent that voice from destroying her beliefs, but she couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking too much? This is her own life, she is everyone's best girl, and those pictures of the sword flying immortals are just a dream of Nan Ke.

Under the expectant gaze of everyone, a young man dressed in the same color as Jing Yao, fresh clothes and angry horses appeared in everyone's sight, Jing Yao blinked, feeling as if she had seen it somewhere...... Oh, it's the little boy in the school who apologized to himself.

This is her husband?

Then some memories opened a gap in my mind, and gently told Jing Yao what had happened in the past ten years, she and the boy were a pair of childhood sweethearts, the two were right, and the two had no guesses......

The young man said softly: "Life is like a meteor, although it is short, but it is also because it is too short, life is worth savoring nostalgia, after many years, we must also join hands towards the final chapter, the twilight of the years is to be inseparable from each other." ”

Jing Yao was stunned, saying such a dialogue in such an atmosphere undoubtedly touched her heart.

Looking at the faces of the other party getting closer and closer, Jing Yao subconsciously kicked over, and the young man let out a miserable cry, rolling on the ground with his stomach in his arms, as if he couldn't believe that the lady who was still a little bird a moment ago kicked him violently.

Jing Yao snorted, this young man is none other than him, he is Lin Tianxing, it turned out to be Lin Tianxing......

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's face was getting closer and closer to awaken the memory in her mind, this night would have really become her cave night.

Lin Tianxing used that deep and soft voice to say a confusing confession, the painting style was extremely weird, and the relatives and friends who were about to make trouble in the cave room were also stunned when they saw this scene......