He got up and put on a coat directly, and the sound of Ah Yi's stable breathing came from outside.

A faint light flashed in his black eyes. If there was any movement, Ah another would notice it.

He thought so, closed his eyes, thought about Qiao Jin's direction.

He couldn't think of Qiao Jin directly, so he could not distinguish her position at all.

He could do it in another way.

About a minute later, Song Yanqing's face turned pale for a moment. The next second, the space around him twisted. When he opened his eyes, a cold wind blew around him, making people tremble.

He coughed heavily.

There was a dense forest around him, but there was a waterfall in front of him.

A bright moon hung in the sky, and the bright moon was a little cold, reflecting Song Yanqing's pale face as snowy as it was at this moment.

He clenched his fist, covered it with the corner of his mouth and coughed twice.

I felt my whole body's strength was constantly losing, and I was a little dizzy.

This is not because his body is too weak, but because he has forced himself to teleport here directly from the imperial capital, using the ability of the Spirit Master. His strength is not enough to reach such a large distance to teleport, so his body can't bear it.

But he came anyway.

Because he heard Qiao Jin calling him.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, he suddenly remembered the scene in his dream.

He frowned, wondering if Qiao Jin had any problems.

***

It was quiet around, and Qiao Jin had already read all the simple murals carved along the stone wall.

This seems to tell a scene of a sacrifice, but unfortunately, the remaining pictures in the picture do not express much meaning except for that man.

The only difference is that Qiao Jin felt that the mural and formation were from ten thousand years ago, but the so-called 4,000-year-old formation master had no trace.

Could it be that they had the wrong survey?

She stared at the mural for a while, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

The tall figure still flashed with a faint light, unlike the mural itself.

She reached out and clenched it. The hard stone wall seemed to have been scratched by someone. When Qiao Jin touched it, he touched some traces. When he hung his fingertips, a piece of gravel fell off.

Then, a small blue stone fell out from it.

It is just a small blue stone, very ordinary, with a little bit of glossiness, but it does not have the texture of a gem.

The moment she held the stone, her deep and cold voice sounded in her ears: "Do you like it?"

She looked around and confirmed that she had heard nothing wrong.

That was indeed Song Yanqing's voice.

But she also knew that Song Yanqing could not have appeared here, nor had she ever given her something like this.

When she thought of the memories she had lost, her pupils suddenly became a little deeper.

Is the thing she forgot related to Song Yanqing?

But isn’t Song Yanqing from modern society? How could she have a connection with her ten thousand years ago?

Looking at the back with a deep look, Qiao Jin found that he still couldn't remember anything. The only thing he could remember was this voice, which was too familiar to her.

It was Song Yanqing's voice, and he seemed to be with her all the time.

Rarely, she frowned and realized that the memories she had lost were perhaps more important than she thought.
Chapter completed!