I grab red envelopes with the gods

Chapter 287 Tsing Yi Taoist and Ziyin Tiannv

The concert was about to start, and Yang Feng looked for the auditorium thoughtfully.

Only then did Yang Feng look for a seat based on the ticket, only to find that his seat was in the center of the first row.This position can be said to be the best position in the game.

"It's really strange that the tickets for this concert are not charged at all, and we snatch them all online." At this moment, a beautiful woman next to her said suddenly.

"That's right, I heard someone said that this time the concert didn't have any sponsors, and it was all paid for by Xu Zixin herself," someone continued.

"Wouldn't she have lost a lot of money by doing this?" Even charity concerts require tickets, otherwise no one is willing to bear the huge expenses.

"Because she may never be able to hold the next concert!" Yang Feng subconsciously said this.

As soon as the lights dimmed, peaceful music sounded.

The smog lingered, and under the illumination of the lights, it created a fairyland-like hazy feeling.When everyone's eyes were focused on the center of the stage, a figure suddenly floated down from above the stage.

Immortals flying out of the sky.

Xu Zixin actually chose this way of appearance.

Her appearance today is an ancient feather coat, floating down like a fairy. At this moment, the eyes of Yang Feng and Xu Zixin are concentrated.

Yang Feng found Xu Zixin at this moment, and a purple light flashed in his expression.

She didn't show coercion!

Under the influence of the smoke, the general audience at the scene might not be able to see it, but Yang Feng's eyes clearly noticed that Xu Zixin didn't hang on to Wia at all, she flew down by herself!
In the storage ring, Zhan Shenjian was running wildly in it, and Yang Feng's comfort with spiritual thoughts had no effect.If he didn't know that Dao Xiaoqing was the sword spirit, he would have thought it was the sword spirit.

Yang Feng didn't understand why a sword without a sword spirit would be so crazy?

"A few days ago, I had a very long and beautiful dream. On the edge of a beautiful fairyland, there was a city. The name of this city was Butian City"

Yang Feng was slightly taken aback, how did she know?
"There are two celestial girls in Butian City, one is Qingling and the other is Ziyin. They are all longing to get out of Butian City and go to the human world that is close at hand. Qingling suppresses everything in her heart and dare not speak out. Only Ziyin chose to give up being a fairy and walk into the mortal world."

Three thousand mortals and ten thousand heavens.

There are gods on the Jiuxiao cloud.

The world of mortals has dreamed for a hundred years.

Entering reincarnation, obsessed with the three thousand realms.

Xu Zixin's voice was full of mysterious power, Yang Feng closed his eyes involuntarily, and opened them suddenly, he was actually standing in the center of Butian City Square.

"Illusion?" Yang Feng pinched his face, but it still hurt a little. It seems that this illusion is not so powerful.

In front of the Nuwa Temple, the two goddesses were looking in the same direction, playing and playing with each other at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, one of the celestial maidens in blue disappeared, and the celestial maiden in purple suddenly came over step by step.

Just as Yang Feng had the thought of looking at her face, the veil on her face slipped off.

This turned out to be Xu Zixin's face.

"Who are you?" Yang Feng asked.

The celestial girl in purple shook her head, "I'm not someone, I'm just a photo from countless years ago, her time has come"

"It's impossible to be so fast." Yang Feng still remembered what Xu Zixin said, that she should be able to live beyond the age of 25.

"You saved her with something from the fairy world, her soul is already on the verge of death." The goddess in purple shook her head, waved her hand lightly, and the scene changed suddenly.They appeared on the banks of the Wangchuan River again.

On the Wangchuan River, there is a lonely boat.

Wang Chuanhe, who should have been very busy, had only three people.

Yang Feng, the purple-clothed celestial girl, and the Tsing-clothed Taoist on the Wangchuan River.

Yang Feng noticed that there was a white flower on the other side of the Wangchuan River.On the other end, there is a similar flower, but its color is red.There are flowers but no leaves, there are leaves but no flowers, and the flowers and leaves do not meet each other.Flowers from the other shore!
"You are still here!"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi turned his head and frowned suspiciously. "Who are you, that you can lure me into your dream with magical powers?"

"This is not my dream, this is your dream!" The purple-clothed celestial girl shook her head and said.

"My dream?" The Taoist in Tsing Yi was a little confused, and he was a little different from what Yang Feng had seen before.Maybe this is because of the dream, the Taoist in Tsing Yi I met before was more like an expert, but now the Taoist in Tsing Yi is more like an ordinary person who just woke up.

"I have entered reincarnation and have no dreams. This is your dream. Only in your dream can I live," said the goddess in purple.

"Who killed you?"

"You killed me!" My own goddess said indifferently, "I have no thoughts, let me go back, I need this soul in this life"

The Taoist in Tsing Yi hugged his head and thought about something in pain, he stared suddenly, and let out a scream that pierced the sky almost crazily.

"Don't think about it!"

Yang Feng's eardrums were almost shattered.

He covered his ears violently.

A few seconds later, Yang Feng raised his head, and suddenly found that he had regained his senses and was sitting safely in the auditorium.And all the audience, including the lighting engineer, and everyone on the scene are already in a deep sleep.

"Zi Xin's soul and soul are in the hands of Taoist Tsing Yi!" Although it was only released in a short while, Yang Feng got two important pieces of information.

Xu Zixin's previous life was a purple-clothed celestial girl, another celestial girl in Butian City, and Yang Feng's Slashing Sword belonged to her.

On the other hand, Xu Zixin's soul should be in the hands of the Tsing Yi Taoist, as long as the soul is taken back from his hands, there is a way to restore Xu Zixin to a normal person.

Xu Zixin's performance was over long ago, she stood quietly in the middle of the stage, looking at Yang Feng.

After seeing Yang Feng wake up, a smile appeared on his face, and he said: "I have been dreaming recently, and Ziyin has been whispering her stories in my ears, but unfortunately I can't finish listening. She gave me strength and let me I can fulfill my dream, my dream is to give everyone a fairy dream, and in the dream, they can get the most beautiful dream."

Yang Feng finally couldn't control Zhan Shenjian, it rushed out from the storage ring and headed towards Xu Zixin.

"Zi Xin, don't, I know where your soul is!" Zhan Shenjian stopped at the last inch from Xu Zixin's forehead, very urgent.

Xu Zixin opened her eyes, a little puzzled, because she did not control the sword to stop.

"Sister Ziyin, don't you want Xiaoqing?"

Yang Feng's back turned cold, and Dao Xiaoqing appeared behind him. If this was a sneak attack like last time, he would be dead.

"No, you can't take it back from him..." Before she finished speaking, her eyes dimmed, and Soul closed her eyes.

Above her soul, there was a crack.

(End of this chapter)