The night of the Lingsi passing through seemed to have come to an end.

Meng Yuanji frowned and turned to look behind him. Guixu's dead aura filled the Dulingsi, and the green tiles, red eaves, carved beams and painted roads were all turned into debris.

The weakest flower is still in full bloom.

Such a scene is indeed a bit strange and inexplicable.

He went straight forward, flipped over a few stones, and stood in front of the flowers. The blood-colored Manzhushahua grew vigorously among the rocks, still looking breathtaking.

Meng Yuanji stared at the flower, looked carefully for a while, and turned his head and said, "Since Wuchang is dead, does Dulingsi no longer exist?"

Jialan did not move, but just looked back, lowered his eyes and asked, "In your opinion, where are we now?"

Meng Yuanji looked around and shook his head and said, "If I knew, could I still stay here to ask you?"

He raised his hand and hugged his chest, as if it was cold, and his voice trembled: "If you want to say that this place is still Dulingsi, I don't look like it very much; but if you say it's not, it seems to be true again."

"Anyway, I'm confused." He trembled and shouted, "What's going on? It's suddenly so cold."

Tang Ning listened to his words and looked back. Tang Xin, who was standing next to him, was also trembling.

But she herself didn't feel any coldness.

The Dulingsi, which is like a wasteland, still no sunshine, and the night is already late. Logically, dawn will come soon after the dark night, but the Dulingsi's night is like a piece of satin without a head or tail.

Such smooth blackness is like the clothes Ah Chu wore.

The little blue fireball in Jialan's arms struggled and escaped, flying to the place where Ah Chu had just stood.

It lay on the ground, whimpering, whimpering, and burst into tears.

Ah Bhu is gone.

All the boys in black who always come and go in the Duling Session disappeared.

Just a gust of wind blew, and they didn't even leave ashes.

Aryan shed tears.

The hot blue tears fell to the ground and made a "hissing" sound. While crying, it turned to look at Jialan and repeatedly said, "Ah Chui, I want Ah Chui..."

Upon hearing this, Meng Yuanji crossed the gravel and walked to it and said, "Ah Chui? Is that the child with a braid tied up in the sky?"

Ayan ignored him and stared at Jialan and called out.

Meng Yuanji squatted down, then stretched his brows and frowned again, muttering: "It looks like you are obviously a fire, but why isn't you warm at all?"

The little monster who was crying loudly immediately cried even louder when he heard this.

It's so angry.

This idiot actually wants to use it to bake his hands!

A Yan flew up and scolded with a sharp voice: "I want to burn you, burn you to death!"

However, if you are angry, your momentum will become weaker after this stuttering.

The expression on Meng Yuanji's face didn't look scared at all. He was just cold, trembling with coldness, and even the color of his lips turned blue.

What an ugly monster.

A Yan was extremely disappointed and flew back to Jialan in shame: "Little master, Ah buff..." It said in Jialan's ears.

Ah Chu became a clay man, and was blown away by the wind, it was all the fault of impermanence.

What did that sick guy do?

It said angrily, and wanted to find Xie Xuan and cook him. It didn't hear a word from his master's words just now.

Calling "Little Master", it pestered Jialan and was about to find Xie Xuan. Even though Du Lingsi became like this, the only thing it thought about was Ah Chui.

Jialan put it aside and said lightly: "Are you and Ah Chui always disagree? Why are you crying sadder than anyone else now?"

A Yan was stunned and said shyly, I didn’t cry!

After saying that, he remembered that Tang Ning and the others didn't understand, so he quickly said it in the human world's words.

It is just a ball of fox fire, so how could it cry?

It was like that just now, and it was clearly happy!

Flying around, thinking about it, Ayan said, I was only half arguing with him! It just failed to tell the difference between winning and losing, and it was just unhappy.

As he said this, it finally held back its tears.

However, after Jialan finished speaking, he walked to A Miao.

The sleeping young woman still showed no sign of waking up.

He recalled what Xie Xuan said before and whispered: "The world, houses, and even those spirits of Du Lingsi are all things that depend on Xie Xuan. Now Ah Chu and his friends disappeared, and Du Lingsi became like this again. But Xie Xuan is no longer here."

Tang Ning pondered and said forward: "But the flowers are still in bloom."

Since everything in the Duling Spirit Secret lives with Xie Xuan, the gods are gone and the power disappears, these flowers on the other side should be "dead" just like those little boys in black.

She stood beside Jialan and bent down to look at A Miao on the ground: "And, this place is still the Dulingsi."

"Hmm?" Meng Yuanji approached with confusion, "How do you say this?"

Tang Ning pointed ahead and said calmly: "Because the entrance to Guixu is still in its original place."

Meng Yuanji looked over in surprise.

He knew what Guixu was and had seen these two words in books many times, but the entrance to Guixu was so close to them.

The building without any obstruction appeared in sight.

He subconsciously took a step back.

At this moment, a mere mortal finally understood the meaning of the word "mere".

Before leaving Xiling, my father scolded him and rang in his ears again - stupid! Nothing! Bastard! Seeking death!

The old man scolded him for two hours.

He never knew that when a person gets angry, there can be so many things.

No matter how naughty he was when he was a child, the old man just smiled and asked him to stand up.

He said he was going to find the monster, but the old man was really furious.

Not to mention whether there are monsters in the world, even if there are really, what can you, a brat who is cursed and ignorant?

The old man threw the teapot, kicked the stool, and taught him a lesson with curses.

The servant outside the door was shocked to death when he heard the movement, and rushed to find his wife.

But he had made up his mind.

Seeing this, the old man cursed "stubborn", sat back on the chair and began to sigh, saying that he was the only son. What if something happened, what would happen to the parents at home?

He thought for a while and told the old man that he was in his prime, so what's wrong with having another one, but the old man picked up the chair and smashed him.

Unfilial son, unfilial son, unfilial son... The old man muttered for a long time, locked the doors and windows, and left him.

At that time, the old man must have never expected that he would slip out even if the door was locked.

Thinking of the past, Meng Yuanji looked away: "That door looks so weird."

As they spoke, there was a slight sound, and the broken tiles and ruins around them broke open like powder again.

There are dragon claw flowers as gorgeous as silk, and they poked their heads out of the debris.
Chapter completed!