All the way north from the Forgotten Soul Sea, about three hundred miles away, there is a forest that is shrouded in mist and mist all year round.
The lush trees are looming in the clouds and mist, and occasionally the sound of gurgling water floats past your ears, but when you want to carefully distinguish the direction of the water, there is suddenly silence.
There is a faint fragrance of flowers floating in the humid air, and when the breeze blows, it makes people drowsy.
Under a worry-free tree exuding an intoxicating fragrance, a lavender figure was leaning against him. Most of his face was covered by slightly messy black hair. The slightly exposed corners of his lips were tightly pursed, and his breathing gradually became rapid and labored.
In the forest, the wind howled, but the clouds and fog were still thick. It seemed that the stronger the wind, the thicker the fog.
The woman in purple under the Wuyou tree suddenly murmured and sat up straight, "Yifeng? Where are you? Here..."
After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes, brushed away the messy hair from her forehead, neatly took off the ribbon on her wrist, and tied the messy hair loosely behind her shoulders, revealing a charming face.
The face is just like a dream that sneaked away from the Sea of Forgotten Souls.
Previously, when Cang Xuan left the Lianyi Palace, she didn't feel anything strange. She leaned against the window and stayed with the fish, praying alone that Yifeng would be safe and sound.
But when Yin'er passed through the barrier from outside the palace and entered the back of Lianyi Palace, she began to feel uncomfortable all over her body. She felt like the world was spinning and her stomach was churning. When she looked at the fish playing in the water outside the window, she became even more restless and restless.
From time to time there was a voice whispering something. She wanted to calm down and listen carefully, but found that she could not calm down at all, and even the pills sent by Yin'er were of no use to her.
When she spit out the medicine she had taken, she finally realized that she was sea-sick. If she wanted to survive, she had to leave the Ripple Palace and leave this soul-forgetting seabed.
When Yin'er took her away from the bottom of the sea and saw the sky again, her wildly beating heart and churning stomach finally managed to get better.
When the wind on the sea blew, she suddenly became more awake.
Although she still couldn't remember many things, she just felt that Cangxuan's Yunshui Palace was not the place she should return to.
Thinking that Yifeng might still be waiting for him at the Bodhi Tree House, he took advantage of Yin'er's unpreparedness and used the Invisibility Technique to leave the sea area.
However, she has never been very good at finding paths.
When he felt exhausted and exhausted, his feet slipped and he fell into the mist-filled forest.
Fortunately, although she lost her memory, she was still quite smart. The moment she fell, her true body as a butterfly appeared, and she happened to be firmly supported by the broad leaves of the Worry-Free Tree, so she was not injured.
I wanted to rest under this tree for a while before continuing on my way.
But as soon as he leaned on it, he was drowsied by the intoxicating fragrance, but in the blink of an eye he was haunted by nightmares.
In the dream, Yifeng was covered in injuries and was lying in a spacious and comfortable cave. When she stepped forward to check on his injuries, she found that when she brushed away his hair, what she saw was not Yifeng's face.
Instead, he had a strangely handsome and cold face, with dark eyes that shone like stars at night, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if there were thousands of unspeakable things hidden in them.
She brushed her sleeves and raised her hands to smooth away the sadness between his brows, but she heard the man call out softly, "Meng'er..."
The sound of this dream made her tremble all over, and she woke up instantly.
After thinking about it for a while, I felt that the man in the dream seemed very familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was.
The memory in her mind seemed to be missing a piece, which made her feel lost.
Night was approaching, and the afterglow of the setting sun gradually dimmed. She was alone here, but she did not feel any fear.
Everything in front of her, the clouds...the fragrance of flowers...the faintly visible green trees...and this familiar but unfamiliar intoxicating aroma made her feel inexplicably at ease.
It felt like I had returned to my long-lost hometown, and a warmth gradually emerged in my heart.
He stood up slowly, stretched out, raised his hand and patted the thick trunk of the Wuyou tree, and whispered "Thank you!"
Just as she was about to turn around and look for a way out, she suddenly heard a soft "swish" sound behind her, and the intoxicating aroma in the air became stronger. A branch full of green leaves stretched out from her side, gently surrounding her, as if
Just keep her.
She subconsciously took a step back and turned to look at the tree behind her in surprise.
Then, there was a scream, and he raised his sleeves and pointed forward, saying: "You...who are you? Why are you hiding behind me?"
It turned out that where she had been leaning, there was actually a woman in a green shirt standing, fair and delicate, with dark eyes looking at her with a smile.
"Little purple butterfly, don't be afraid!"
Her voice was particularly soft, as if Meng's guard was slightly relaxed.
Suddenly I remembered that there were so many monsters living in this deserted country, and maybe I shouldn't make such a fuss.
Then she forced herself to calm down and asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you? Do we know each other?" She seemed to have dreamed that she called him Xiao Zidie so affectionately. Maybe she was a familiar friend in the past, after all, she had forgotten something.
There are really too many.
The woman in green shirt shook her head slightly, then nodded again and said with a smile: "I am Qian Luo, the worry-free tree demon in this misty forest. You can call me Aunt Luo. You are the only purple one in this departure.
Jade Butterfly? The name is like a dream, right?"
Shi Meng was startled, with a purple rhyme in his eyes, and said: "Yes, I am Shi Meng. Aunt Luo? Are we old acquaintances? Haha, um..." Shi Meng smiled awkwardly, thinking that everyone else
He said that he was called aunt, so he must be familiar with her. I don't know if he knew the Purple Jade Butterfly from the beginning, or he met her later. In any case, in such a lost situation, meeting an acquaintance is a blessing after all.
Fluting her sleeves, she raised her hand and pulled the hair on her chest, and then said: "Um... I'm really sorry. I got seriously ill some time ago, and I can't remember many old things. Aunt Luo, you... I really can't remember.
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She was sincere, but Qian Luo still shook her head and said softly: "Meng'er, don't worry about it. Although it's your first time to meet me after turning into a butterfly, your parents and I are old acquaintances."
"Mom and dad?"
As if dreaming, Qian Luo took two steps forward and looked at herself carefully, feeling slightly frightened, fearing that she would see that she was not the real purple jade butterfly.
Just at this time, I saw Qian Luo frowning slightly, the smile on his face became much lighter, and he became more and more panicked. His hands were tightly wrapped around the skirt of his clothes, waiting for an opportunity to escape.
"It's pitiful that Meng'er is all alone. I'm afraid this is the first time I've come back to this misty forest, right?"
Qian Luo obviously didn't notice anything strange about her, and just sympathized with her attentively.
Meng'er's heart hanging in the air was relieved a little, and she put on a pitiful expression, frowning and said: "Thank you for your mercy, aunt. Meng'er has been without a father or mother since he was a child, and he has long been used to being alone. As for the misty forest...
"She really doesn't understand what the misty forest has to do with her, but listening to Qianluo's words, it seems that she should come back often. Could it be that here...