She thought the other party didn't hear it, so she asked again: "Sister, I'm asking you! Is there a little duck?"

Shanhun did not answer.

He looked a little disappointed and shook his head slowly.

Her eyes were frozen in the void, as if she was thinking about something, but she seemed to be trapped in a long-standing memory and was reluctant to come back to her senses.

I guess it is a memory that makes people have no room to find their thoughts.

Ning Ning held up the water in both hands, and watched the water that was constantly losing in the cracks between her hands, falling back into the hot spring bit by bit.

Didida.

Between the silence of the woman crown, Ningning sighed disappointed: "It's boring. Someone told me before, "What should I do if I come here, I'll be fine."

She pouted and added: "What, it's boring."

Spread my hands and the last little water in my hands fell into the hot spring.

In fact, it is only a few drops, and it cannot cause any storm, but it is a bit pitiful.

My shoulders exposed in the air were chilling inexplicably.

Shanhun didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly he had a familiar smile and said, "Yes, you must be 'unsaid', so why don't you stay here with peace of mind?"

Ning Ning shook her head stubbornly and said, "But I think the 'Anzhi' he said is not the meaning of staying here at peace. What he meant was to make the place calm and calm.

After all, what you want to leave and stay is not forced.”

When he said "here", Ningning raised his index finger and pointed it at his heart.

Shanhun was stunned for a moment.

To calm your heart?

What a young monk.

Even a child who has lived for more than ten years can understand the truth.

Wait for a moment, she seemed to have lived for decades, as if in her body...

ah.

Shanhun rubbed his eyes.

What if I really can't calm down.

Forget it, what's the use of paying attention to these now?

As the night deepens, the fog becomes thicker, about water vapor, or about the cold air floating at night and the hot air of the hot spring, as if in a fairyland.

Ningning gradually couldn't see Shanhun's face, which was so close to her.

Only the sound of Shanhun floating in the sky was like a sound that was far away.

He said, "You are so young that you know a lot. But I have always been peaceful and peaceful in the forest. How can I need you to make it calm and calm?"

Ning Ning shook her head: "A liar."

The female crown smiled bitterly: "Stay here, stay here, at least, this Lantern Festival."

For some reason, Ningning screamed inexplicably irritated a few times: "Ahhhhh, I feel uncomfortable!"

She shook her head, raised her voice, and said childishly: "I won't be soaked anymore, I'm dizzy. I'm going home, right now!"

Shanhun was a little regretful: "I don't even want to finish the Lantern Festival.

Why? Wouldn’t it be better to just let time stay here?"

Her eyes were a little sad, and the nostalgia and compassion that made people unable to understand were much more regrettable than the end of the Lantern Festival.

No, there are too many regrets.

Shanhun turned his back to Ningning, not knowing what he was doing, but he didn't answer Ningning's words positively.

But Ningning felt inexplicably strange in her heart.

Tick.

Water drops fall.

It was falling on the water in front of Ningning.

With water droplets as the center, the ripples spread out.

But the water waves moved again in the direction of Ningning. It was Shanhun approaching.

Without hearing the reaction there, Ning Ning instinctively turned back and looked towards Shan Hun, but her eyes suddenly turned black.

I wanted to open my mouth and shout, but I couldn't make any sound.

Shanhun raised his hand, his hands wrapped around the body of wind like a blade.

The murderous aura instantly took her palm as the base point, making the surrounding air instantly frozen.

Before he knew it, Ningning's soft ears floating in the air had been cut off by the wind blade that could hardly stop.

However, surprisingly, just the moment Shanhun saw Ningning's face clearly, the real thing in her hand

It suddenly dispersed.

Even the murderous aura disappeared.

"you!"

Just as Xinya couldn't bear the dewdrops that were overnight, Ningning's face was wet, and she said pitifully: "I want to leave, I want to leave, I don't want to look at it anymore."

She weakly dropped her hand and hung dejectedly beside the hem of her skirt.

Who can still attack such a child when he faces this face?

"Hey...you."

Shanhun had only helplessness left on his face.

The voice of the head of the sect sounded in his ears at the right time: "Shanhun, why did I say that? You didn't win this bet."

She smiled weakly.

The wind blew Shan Hun's ears and hair, and the insect corpse in the jade hairpin above her head was lying there quietly.

Turning his head, three people and one panda stood there.

The two of them were, but they were not in the hot spring just now, but standing in mid-air.

I didn't step on anything under my feet, but I could still move.

Everyone now seems to be flying in the air with a drone perspective. It seems that they are not entities that exist, but just sight.

It is just right to look down at the floating forest.

Their clothes were worn well on them, not the ancient costumes they had before. Although they belonged to the two people in the Fufu Forest as usual, the few people in the two yuan shop were still wearing the clothes they wore when they came in. It seemed that they had just arrived not long ago!

But I always feel like something is missing.

Yi Ruchang looked down and understood everything.

Suddenly he stood in the air, as if stepping on a glass bridge. Mo Li couldn't help but his legs became weak and he knelt down without any accident. The magical one actually knelt down.

Yi Ruchang glanced at Xiao Lizi, who was still patting his chest to relax, probably shocked.

The East maintained a state of being clear and unclear, and there was no change between their words.

Yi Ruchang stretched.

This night seems to be very long.

He couldn't help but sigh

"The sun is about to rise."

"No. It won't rise."

Surprisingly, the old leader denied this, and then he continued to say to himself: "Everything in the floating forest has stopped that night. That eternal night is the last memory of this immortal Shangyuan Festival."

Everything has stopped.

The two-yuan shop people looked down at each other.

Sure enough, everything was already still.

Including smiling faces greeting the rising sun, sleepy vendors, freshly-stacked breakfast shops, and people carrying items up and down the mountain.

And various rare beasts dancing halfway up the mountain.

The sad, cheerful, and expectant things all stopped at the moment. It was like a picture of the river along the Qingming Festival.

Silence, only silence remains.

If the panoramic view of Pompeii was excavated, it would be like this.

So I just felt something was wrong, just because the noise and the sound disappeared in an instant.

Everything is too quiet and can only cause the emotions that are falling.
To be continued...