After the counter-sacrifice at the beginning, I became the spokesperson for the girls?

This scene is just a corner of many lives, but it is inexplicably quiet at this moment. Bai Xingyao shut down all her powers. She no longer tried to pry into people's hearts, she no longer looked at the lingering images of the black tide, she did not even drive the subjects she had just contracted with, she just sat there simply on the eve of the afternoon.

Close your eyes, the light is still dancing. Open your eyes, and she may fall into another light.

The book that was transferred into the space moved silently, and it opened the first page, and no one noticed.

A story of encounter slowly unfolds.

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Is this another dream?

The mottled shadows of trees are blurred in my closed eyes. The coolness from afar caresses my eyelashes, and the rustling sound around me soothes my tired spirit. The whole world seems to be immersed in a distant nursery rhyme, peaceful and with a distant sense of comfort.

The trees were swaying, the light fell into the leaves and shattered into gold. The wind blew across the world, swaying the long green grass, the insects were chirping tirelessly, and the petals of the magnolia came from afar, as if they had crossed a distance of a hundred years and fell on the girl's lips.

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The other side of eternity:

Chapter 137 Bai Xingyao's Dreamland

The blue color was as clean as a wash in the sky, and spring was spreading throughout the world. Lying in the green grass swaying in the wind, Bai Xingyao opened his eyes in a trance.

She gently touched her forehead, and the breeze spread and lifted the ends of her hair on her face. She pressed one hand on the grass, and the fresh and cool touch supported her to sit up. She heard the slight sound of the wind, turned her head, and felt the endless grassland with waves on her exposed skin.

It's like a dream, but also like a fairy tale that you don't want to wake up from.

The girl propped herself up and walked on the boundless grassland, the green grass at her feet being gently brushed by the playful wind. The soft touch did not cause any itchiness, she raised her head and faced forward, only circles of wind blew across her cheeks, blowing her hair back freely.

There is no sound in the space, no tense troubles, as if I just fell into a peaceful dream, wandering around in the world of spring.

Bai Xingyao was in charge of dreams. She had no worries, but she felt like she had fallen into a strange story. She didn't know who the owner was, nor did she know if the sea of ​​souls had sent her here. She felt that she seemed to be far away from power, and vaguely remembered that she seemed to have been in this dream before. In a world with heavy rain, she sat in the cold temple, and before she opened her eyes, she seemed to have had a quiet and peaceful dream.

But now this dream seemed too real, Bai Xingyao thought. She could clearly feel the arc of the wind, and the grass leaves at her feet gently stroked the skin of her ankles. She looked around, the vast green grassland and the trees far away from her. She felt like she was in the real world and had been to such a peaceful scene in reality, not in an illusory dream.

But Bai Xingyao has also experienced real dreams. She once traveled through a sea of ​​white dandelions. Dreams are projections of real things by real people, or perhaps they are the outlines of one's own imaginary things in one's mind. They are real and concrete, and creatures who do not cultivate their spiritual power are likely to get lost once they enter.

But this place is different from the usual. Bai Xingyao walked forward gently. Any negative emotions about people - vigilance, fear, suspicion, seemed to be eliminated by the breeze. There was only peace in her heart, which could support her to move forward and find the answer to coming here. The only thing she believed in was the idea of ​​leaving.

⑸ Doctor Qi's wife Yi

Looking towards the direction where the wind is blowing, Bai Xingyao thought that there must be an answer at the end of the wind.

Light floated on the grass leaves, and the fields rose one after another, bringing a rustling melody. The barefoot girl kept moving forward, her eyes always only on the clean grassland. In her sight was a gentle spring, and all the green was like being gently washed by water and passed through by her. She kept moving forward, and finally her sight reflected a tower made of gray stones. The huge circle stretched straight into the sky, and below it, a small garden was located next to it, with the door open, and there were countless flowers that were different from green.

Walking in, the pure white railings surrounded this vibrant world. The gate that climbed up the grass leaves was open. Through the gate, you could see the ivy climbing up the high tower behind. The small leaves kept swaying in the wind, along with the flowers swaying everywhere in this white garden.

The road behind the gate was paved with stone bricks. The girl who came from afar walked on this spring road. Beside her, countless flowers bloomed quietly and elegantly. They clustered into a white ocean, setting off a quiet scene at the end of the road.

The wind blew away all the leaves of the tree, the breeze turned the pages of the book on the stone table, the distant story was rewritten, and the girl sitting under the tree in the garden met the girl who had entered her dream.

She slightly pulled up her hair on the side of her face, but the wind did not let her go and blew up the hair on the other side. Layers of bandages covered her eyes, and she sat blind in the garden where the sun was gently shining, with her hair tied up with a white ribbon. The soft white silk skirt moved with the wind and her turning head. She could not see anything, but at the moment when another soul came, it seemed to look into her eyes.

"You are……"

They spoke at the same time.

Different from Bai Xingyao's indifference, the girl sitting in the distance is flowing, like silk falling into a dream, with pure white and flawless softness.

Bai Xingyao walked into her, into her world visited by the wind. The gray stone table beside her seemed to be softened by the perfect light, and the breeze flipped the story in front of her for no reason. The inner pages of the sheepskin were still pure white new paper at this moment, and the winding words recorded the ups and downs of the story. The cup of tea at hand was rippled by the magnolia blown by the wind, and the green grass beside the tree replaced the endless blooming flowers, swaying up and down in the wind of the distant story.

Seventh ②⑶ (S ⑼ Banner ③ Division

A glass of milk was pushed in front of me, and the petals of the magnolia flower rose and fell in it, following the waves, circle after circle of warmth and beauty.

Just next door to the dance father ⑺ art delete

"Sit with me for a while... okay?"

It was like falling into a soft and hazy dream. The blindfolded girl gently asked Bai Xingyao to drink a glass of milk.

It was sweet. Magnolia flowers floated in it, pure white with a hint of floral fragrance. Bai Xingyao sat in a warm chair under the floating tree. In front of her was a blindfolded girl with her hair blown by the wind.

She gently stroked the pages of the book, and the lines on them told stories she could not see. She sat in the misty afternoon, and softly described the loneliness of not seeing anyone for a long time. She talked about many things, and Bai Xingyao heard from her about the endless spring. Finally, she asked the soul who had strayed in, do you want to hear a story?

The spring sunshine is so gentle that it enchants the afternoon dream. The soft sound is the gentle spring music. The girl touches the books of the past. She seems to be playing a piece of music that will never wake up. The light at this moment shines on her, just like the slight sleepiness of the world blurs her figure.

The contents of the book and her voice seemed to never leave. When Bai Xingyao closed her eyes again, she left the dream. The fireworks of the crowd filled her ears again, and her thoughts seemed to be still in that distant place. When she completely returned to reality from the dream and opened her eyes as if awake, there was an open book in her hands on her knees.

The eternal magnolia fell on the page, a depicted spring, as if blown by the wind, stayed there.

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[What, you said you dreamed of a beautiful girl who told you stories all day long? ]

A question mark appeared above the space. It thought outrageously about what happened to Bai Xingyao in the morning. It took a few steps back and rarely posted a message on its own media forum.

[Urgent, my master always says that she dreams of beautiful women, is there any symptom that might happen? ]

What’s going on? This is the second time!

The other side of eternity:

Chapter 138 Bai Xingyao is not lacking in love

[Frequent dreams of women, Bai Xingyao...]

Space said hesitantly: [Do you want to have a bond? ]

It’s not that the Spokespersons are without partners, but it’s just that the difference in power levels is too great and ordinary people are not in their eyes.

"Why do you think that way?"

Bai Xingyao picked up the book in her hand and stroked the yellowed pages with her fingers.

It's about this book, isn't it?

[You seem to be lacking love? ]

Space tilted its head and thought of a word that inexplicably matched with Bai Xingyao.

"If you bring me into your bitter protagonist again, I will pull you out and throw you into the galaxy on the other side of the world to spin around for 100 years."

The vague perception that had been in the dream before came back to him. Bai Xingyao flipped through the book in front of him several times and finally asked about the space.

"Do you remember when it was taken out?"

[Eh——]

Space's eyes were stunned.

It didn't notice it, and, when did it come out?

I turned to the first page, and the place where blood once dripped remained unchanged. Reading the words, the undulating indentations were suitable for being touched. The voice of the slow chanting in the dream was gentle and vague. Under the garden of the morning light, the wind brought the warm warmth, and the years flowed silently and quietly beside the girl in the gentle white dress.

[No... this doesn't seem like a dream...]

This time, the space shared Bai Xingyao's memories without any hindrance, and along with the last meeting, it also fell into its eyes like moonlight.

Twice - once like the soul was attracted by something, and another time like the will was pulled by something to a special place.

Have you ever lost your spirit?

Space said: [Memories, fragments, connections, all of these are fine. In addition to leaving ties in the dreams of your believers, what else have you touched and left behind in other places? ]

Bai Xingyao thought about it and pondered: "If the Guangming incident counts."

In order to avoid the spokesperson who appeared, she once plunged into the river of spiritual memory. In the communion with countless memories, she had a dream before she came back. In the dream, there was an unclear person standing in the moonlight, and he seemed very sad.

Is it her?

The girl has grown up, but she still doesn't know what she is sad about.

Space hesitated for a moment, but then became certain.

[It is fate]

"edge?"

Space explanation: [We live in a myriad of worlds, and everything has causes and traces. The pointer of fate fluctuates everyone's trajectory, and when different intersections occur, fate is born.]

It seems to want to find a simpler way to narrate, but it can only use itself as an example: [Do you think our acquaintance is fate? ]

"It is the destiny of the rules and the grace of God."

Bai Xingyao said.

[But you are favored by God due to fate, so your destiny line changes, and multiple options are developed from this, and your world at this moment is on one of them]

"If this is fate, then my interactions with everyone in the world mean we are all destined to each other, right?"

[Yes and No]

Space supplement: [You can think of yourself as an individual with a red line. When you walk past each person, your line will intertwine with others, but the degree of intertwining depends on the depth of your fate. Some people are just passers-by, blending in and then quickly separating. And some people are regulars in your life. You will be constantly intertwined with each other, and even if the ties are broken, you may meet again.]

"So, my dreaming about that past event in the sea of ​​spirits means that my fate is intertwined with that of a person?"

[The soul controls the world. The fate of every living being and every life is controlled by the soul. The fate extended from the body may be fleeting, but the fate encountered by the soul may weave into thousands of flowers.]

"There are tens of thousands of souls in the sea of ​​spirits. If they intersect at random, wouldn't the fate of a person be in disarray?"

Bai Xingyao lowered her head and looked at the words about spring written on the page. What she heard when she left was spring, and what she heard after flipping through the page hastily and finally staying on was also spring.

"If you understand the fate you mentioned in a simple way, perhaps it means that some kind of medium makes me and the other person merge, which induces my fate to connect with her, and finally allows us to meet?"

The medium between her and the girl of her dreams is the book in front of her. What about the person with heterochromatic eyes?

Was it a dream? But why did she dream?

At that time, a silver-white stone seemed to fall out of her pocket, and in order to cut off any tracking, she threw it into the Sea of ​​Souls.

"Will I meet them again?"

Bai Xingyao asked.

[If your fates are too deeply intertwined, you will meet again]

After Space finished speaking, he became curious again.

Why would people want to meet each other when there is clearly no exchange of interests?

"Does every meeting in the world require an exchange of interests?"

Bai Xingyao asked about the space.

[Just like Tana wants to see you, you want to see them? ]

Space whim.

"You like Tana?"

Bai Xingyao asked: "I remember you saw her, and she was like a quail."

[It's obviously your attitude towards her that has changed]

Space said: [I will be influenced by you. You said there are no items with energy, but the flower called sweet pea still floats in my world. You said the green gem is useless, but you still think of her eyes, but you never say it.]

Beautiful things always make people fall in love with them. Poke Bai Xingyao in the space. An insignificant person will not appear in their conversation.

[If you really want to find a bond, I don't object to human nature. But you are not yet 1000 years old, and you haven't seen too much betrayal and killing. Many people died at the hands of their lovers and friends, not to mention those who were completely hostile.]

The topic completely shifted from bondage to another person. Bai Xingyao couldn't bear it anymore. She moved her fingers, and a black fur ball in the territory suddenly stood up. Its colorful eyes looked into the space with piercing eyes, and then it pounced on it, and with a cry, it smashed out the "World Classics - Love Encyclopedia" that it had hidden privately.

【…】

"Read less novels."

Bai Xingyao picked it up and shook it, and found some indecent content on it.

Why did two people take off their clothes and be honest with each other? Is it because the weather is not cold enough?

"I traced the fate because the first person was very strong. When I met her, there was chaos and nothingness around me. I couldn't be sure of her position. Maybe she would become my enemy in the future."

Bai Xingyao also said that she let the ball of fur flood the space.

"I met the second person because I had to go. The soul decided my life and death. It randomly pulled me into a space where my situation would be bad."

The book in his hand and the book of the sea of ​​soul were closed together, the parchment book was stuffed into the body of space, and the love book was thrown directly into the sea of ​​soul. The ruthless black water swallowed up everything, and any lingering affection disappeared.

"And I have to get down to business now. Memory fragments, help me find information about the infected area."