Su Yin actually didn't really "see" the sky.

In this chaotic and dark time and space, her perception is probably wrong.

However, there seemed to be a voice in the dark telling her that somewhere in the chaotic unknown, the direction where her eyes stared at was the "sky" of this world.

And the sky is shattering.

Countless huge black unknown substances fell from there, and the empty part after they fell was blurred and gray.

Those black matters seem to have no mass, or perhaps their mass is contrary to the physical common sense that Su Yin understands, so they fall in all directions and settle in one place from all directions.

Under Su Yin's spiritual vision, these substances flicker and disappear, appearing and disappearing, and occasionally interlacing, magnificent mysterious lights will pass by.

She could sense some of them, while the rest seemed to have never remained in her memory.

Su Yin couldn't help but remember a sentence he read in the modern world:

Time fades away everything.

Time deepened everything.

At this moment, things she realizes or does not realize are the best evidence of time.

But soon, her perception gradually became ethereal and empty, and her heart was clear.

Chaos brought disorder, and disorder captured most of Su Yin's will. The small part that survived was heard in a distant and unreliable way... No, no, that was definitely not listening.

Su Yin thought so almost without thinking.

Even though the thinking is extremely confused, such a clear logical context still appears in those chaotic thoughts, like a light boat splitting through the water surface. Even if the vast water is endless, the traces of the sudden separation and reunion still exist for a moment.

Su Yin was sure that it was definitely not something she could "hear".

That is something far beyond the five senses, the mind and spiritual consciousness, and it has nothing to do with Su Yin himself. It is just that she is temporarily used as a carrier, and "Yunke" her senses with the power of a certain existence...

A melody.

An ancient melody of reluctance and sadness.

It's like a song of separation.

The singer seemed to be a woman, but when she felt it carefully, she seemed to be a man.

The round and sweet female voice floats deep in the water waves, and the vicissitudes of male voice are the light and shadows flowing through the wind.

Two sound lines are high and low, one is hidden and one appears, sometimes intersecting and sometimes moving forward.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the sadness and separation in the song.

He missed someone.

She was in love with someone.

But in the end, they separated.

On the early rainy morning, the wet carriage stopped on the willow bank, and the slender willow branches fell to the water, brushing the messy water, and the small boat carrying people slowly drove out of the ferry.

The silk squid was flying in the wind, and the green collar was wet with the rain and fog, and he or she disappeared into the vast water.

From then on, we will never see each other again.

A very light sigh came from a far-reaching unknown place, just like the silent song, when it was close, it was close to the lips and teeth.

At first, Su Yin did not realize that it was from the sigh in her mouth. It was not until the slight sweat in her heart that she felt a little chilling that she finally realized that her perception was back.

The return of the soul at the same time as perception is also the emptiness of the body, which is like having a long dream.

Su Yin has a strange sense of sight.

In my memory, every meeting with the divine fetus in her body will be accompanied by this feeling of a great dream and everything will be over.

So, whose dream she had just entered? Who would the man or woman singing the song of Li?

Su Yin was in a trance and fell into the sea.

The clear xylophone is still hanging alone on the sea, the four strings are silent, only the horn strings are shaking silently, and the stars around them are dancing, like the light rain in the morning in the song.

"You...who are you?"

A voice sounded.

Swaying on the ground, there was a broken voice like a candle in the wind. It sounded like a thunderclap in Su Yin's ears.

She suddenly came to her senses and saw a colorful and hazy thing in front of her. A snow-white long tail about a foot thick dragged from behind the thing into the depths of the black fog, as if there was no end.

Snake monster?!

The huge spiritual pressure almost hit the door when Su Yin had this thought. She didn't even think about it and then slashed her sword.

"Grandpa!"

The vast green light was like the moonlight in the fog, and Zhu Zhu's screams were washed into fine dust by the moonlight, fluttering like inconspicuous dust under the moonlight.

Su Yin's knife stopped in the air.

The moonlight is scattered and the green light is better than the water, reflecting the shape of the colorful thing.

Really personal.

Flower clothes, flower backpacks, and hair buns with a strange flower that looks like ice crystals.

That was a man.

The ice flowers on his bun are as bright as the moon.

It seems that the ice flower is the size of a fist, with petals overlapping, crystals overflowing, and the stamens are like snow piles, fluffy and soft, with strands of water-blue spiritual mist scattered.

At this moment, Qingming's sword light had not dissipated, and the ice flowers were shining with crystal clear colors, and five colors were varied, and a rainbow suddenly rose in the boundless black fog.

The man with a flower-haired body looked at Su Yin in the rainbow shadow, and his figure swayed like a handheld camera shooting a faulty picture transmitted through extremely weak signals.

Whether it was him or the small world where he was lying, they were shaking violently, and even with Su Yin's spiritual eyes, they felt dizzy.

It took her half a minute to piece together the man's facial features.

At about thirty years old, his eyebrows are pretty, but his face is gray, his cheeks are deep, his eyes are also severely clenched, and his eyes are very serious, as if he hasn't slept well for hundreds of years.

Is this Zhu Zhu's grandfather? So young?

"Grandpa, it's grandpa, grandpa is here!"

Zhu Zhu's thoughts trembled, with a clear crying voice.

The aura here is unstable, so her thoughts become weaker, but the certainty in her thoughts are unquestionable.

"He has water spirit breath."

A Bai's thoughts also echoed, but he said a completely different sentence:

A Bai's sense of water elements was stronger than Zhu Zhu. Since he said this, it showed that the man in flower clothes - probably Grandpa Zhu Zhu - had a water-type treasure on his body.

It's probably a spiritual treasure.

"Can you see me? Have you seen me?"

Zhu Zhu's grandfather shouted and rushed over.

However, his body seemed to be bound by something, and his forward pounce was only halfway through, and he leaned back uncontrollably.

He was not discouraged, and rolled around and rushed forward again, his eyes red with excitement:
Chapter completed!