Zhang Xiaofan followed Princess Qing Pheasant's footsteps and came to a side hall. The side hall was khaki in color, and the walls were covered with many black spots of different sizes. Some of the exquisite murals on them had long been taken off, leaving only tatters and age. traces of passage.
Princess Qing Pheasant walked to the center of the side hall, where two mythical beasts, a dragon and a phoenix, were carved on the left and right sides above, watching the center with eager eyes. Princess Qing Pheasant walked up to the phoenix beast and pressed the secret button on the phoenix's eyes.
There was a loud "boom", and in the center of the side hall, at the junction of the two mythical beasts, a thin crack opened. Then the stone walls on both sides automatically opened left and right, and a secret room slowly appeared.
Zhang Xiaofan didn't care if there was any hidden weapon inside, so he rushed in immediately. Princess Qing Pheaser shook her head and walked helplessly behind. .
Zhang Xiaofan looked happy and smiled: "Baguio, Baguio..."
The silent secret room echoed with repeated voices: "Baguio, Baguio..."
Zhang Xiaofan raised the torch and swept it across the Western Zhou Dynasty, but there was still nothing. His beating heart froze again, and his heart collapsed: "Where are the Baguio people!?"
Princess Qingzhi also looked confused and looked around the Western Zhou Dynasty: "I clearly kept her for preservation, why is it gone? Besides, no one knows about this secret room, except my father, father."
Zhang Xiaofan came to his senses after being startled, ran to Princess Qing Pheasant, grabbed her collar, and shook her slender body vigorously: "Did your father take away the Baguio Shikigami?"
Princess Qingzhi was embarrassed and didn't know how to reply. She retorted: "If it was really my father who took it away, he wouldn't be stupid enough to blow open the door and get in."
Zhang Xiaofan frowned and knocked his head to wake up: "Princess Qingzhi, what you said makes sense. If your father steals Baguio's body, there is no need to go to all the trouble to break in. Unless it is stolen by others."
Princess Qing Pheasant looked disappointed when she saw Zhang Xiaofan: "No one dares to come here except the ghost clan of Guiyuan Palace. When the time comes, we will arrest some small bosses and ask if Baguio's body has been stolen."
Zhang Xiaofan frowned and pondered for a long time, feeling that what Princess Qing Pheasant said made sense: "By the way, Princess Qing Pheasant, who is your father!?"
When these words appeared in Zhang Xiaofan's mouth, Princess Qing Pheasant's heart felt as if she was suffocating under the water. She couldn't breathe under the water. She felt uncomfortable all over and had mixed emotions: "My father is controlled by the ghost wizard Gui Can He did a lot of evil things."
Princess Qingzhi's entire slender body was trembling involuntarily, her eyes were red, and her sobs were gradually twitching, but she really didn't understand her father. When Sister Qingniang was alive, her father would always only have the word "Sister Qingniang" on his lips, and he had never looked squarely at Qing Pheasant. No matter how good and diligent Qing Pheasant was, she was not welcomed and was left out. On the first day, her sister Qing Niang died unexpectedly, and her father blamed Qing Pheasant even more. Why was the person who died not Qing Pheasant, but his favorite Qing Niang? From then on, Qingzhi never felt a trace of father's love, only a cold heart, and all kinds of rejection. When he first went to the wandering spirit world and met many like-minded friends, his heart gradually warmed up.
Seeing Princess Qing Pheasant's hesitant look, Zhang Xiaofan's eyes were in a trance and he didn't know what to say. He thought that he would be able to get his wish and find Baguio's body today, but in the end he was happy in vain.
Who can understand the loneliness of Princess Qing Pheasant? She pretends to be strong every day.
The tears that fell had already soaked her blue dress, and her trembling body was so lonely. Her sad cries echoed throughout the secret room. Xiao Hui looked confused and shouted "Zhi Zhi Zhi".
Zhang Xiaofan couldn't bear it and walked over, hugged Princess Qing Pheasant's thin shoulders, hugged her slender body and pressed her into his arms: "If you want to cry, just cry. It will be better if you cry."
Princess Qing Pheasant did not resist Zhang Xiaofan's series of actions. Instead, she felt Zhang Xiaofan's warmth deep in her heart. She pressed her haggard face into Zhang Xiaofan's arms, and her crystal clear white tears fell on Zhang Xiaofan's clothes. Princess Qing Pheasant burst into tears, like water bursting from a dam, gushing thousands of miles, venting all the sad past in her heart.
In this way, the two of them rely on each other, like a person who knows whether drinking water is warm or cold.
In the distance, the red face fell on top of a large rock, sitting in a panic. He was seen sipping a small bottle of red liquid. The wound on his broken arm had scabbed on its own, but the pain in the wound still lingered. Ever since losing an arm, I always felt like something was missing, which made Hongmian very uncomfortable.
Hong Mian looked depressed and wondered. His twin brother Qing Mian was carelessly killed in battle. He was wearing ghost armor, holding a hell sword, and had his right arm cut off. If he told it in Guiyuan Palace, wouldn't it become a joke?
The red face pondered for a long time and said to himself: "First go to the Elf Saint, Xue You, to see if the broken arm can be restored, and then go back and report to the ghost wizard. There is a strange man holding the spirit clan's sacred object-the soul-destroying rod, and him A strange demonic aura.”
After saying this, the red face turned into a meteor and flew out towards the Citron of the Sea where the elf saint Xueyou was.
At this time, the ghost-faced old man who was passing by was holding a skull crutch, squinting and looking in the direction where the red face disappeared, leaving a meaningful smile.
A golden sun rises slowly in the east, illuminating the entire spiritual world with brilliant golden light. A line of colorful spiritual birds fly freely in the sky against the sea breeze. The sea breeze is extremely refreshing and carries the smell of the salty sea. It rushes towards you, but the red face Not interested in appreciation.
There is an endless deep blue sea, and there are seven elven warships on the sea. The upper decks are filled with piles of elven soldiers holding weapons and armors. The warships are sailing fast on the stormy sea, with great momentum, and no one knows where they are going.
With a tired look on his face, he finally arrived at the Holy Land of Elves - Citron of the Sea.
The coast is filled with densely packed fairy trees of different sizes, tall, short, fat and thin. Seen from above, they look sacred and solemn, making people instantly realize how insignificant human beings are in nature.
The fairy tree is a long-standing legend among the elves. It is said that one day when the ancestors of the elves were fishing on the beach, a small purple sapling fell from the sky and happened to hit the heads of the ancestors of the elves who were fishing. People saw that the saplings were too pitiful, so they planted them in their backyards after catching fish, hoping that one day they would grow up healthily. But that night, a raging tsunami swept through. When the ancestors of the elves were fleeing, they found that there was a towering tree with purple leaves in the backyard. Later, the ancestors escaped safely with the help of the fairy tree. Because of its strange growth, with only two branches on the left and right, it looks like a fairy descending from a distance, and falling from the sky. The ancestors of the elves named this tree the fairy tree, so that future generations will remember the life-saving grace of the fairy tree.
