Zhao Rong opened his eyes.

See the starry sky.

Oh, no.

It turned out to be a dome with a dark background inlaid with luminous pearls and gems.

Zhao Rong lay in the coffin, staring blankly at the dome, his pupils slightly out of focus, and his brain seemed to have crashed for a few seconds.

It was like being in a daze after waking up, or like reminiscing about a dream.

"Hey, Master Zhao is awake?"

At this time, Gui's teasing voice came from the lake of heart.

Zhao Rong frowned slightly and ignored the sword spirit. He first reached down his body with his left hand and touched a piece of soft but wet silk cloth, just like washed clothes that had been hung out to dry for half a day and were still half dry.

Zhao Rong stood up, sat up from the coffin, and looked down at the piece of "silk cloth" tightly grasped by the five fingers of his left hand.

It turned out to be a red dress, which seemed to be stained with blood or some other substance, and was a little wet.

At this time, he was completely naked, with only a red dress belonging to a woman covering his body.

Beside him were quietly placed the Sumeru object, the scabbard, and a small, inconspicuous gray pipe.

The pipe lay beside the scabbard, looking ordinary.

This is all that is inside the dragon coffin.

Zhao Rong only glanced at the red skirt in her hand, then pursed her lips and put it down. She turned her head and stared at her other hand carefully.

Yes.

This time it was no longer the phantom sensation that deceived him into thinking his hand was still there.

Instead... a new hand really grew out from the place where the broken arm was pulled out by the disfigured old scholar.

This is a slender and white right hand, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, without a trace of excess.

Under Zhao Rong's night vision, the right hand was dazzlingly white, even a little sickly pale, but in the eyes of some people who love white aesthetics, it might be a magnificent and ultimate work of art, with a strange sense of beauty...

He slowly clenched his five fingers into a fist and felt the surging power coming from deep within his flesh and bones.

Snap… Snap… Snap…

As he clenched his fists, a series of crisp sounds similar to cracking fingers were heard.

It's like a new life, crisp and powerful!

Zhao Rong took a deep breath and asked, "Is this my hand?"

He thought that such slender, white hands of a man that could rival those of a beautiful woman would only appear in books.

Or it could be the 'beautiful' hands that only a genius of the highest talent in Taiqing Mansion, who looks down on his peers, can have, like Qingjun.

Well, beauty, can be male or female.

Because there is a kind of beauty that is neutral.

God is so unfair. Not only is he a genius, but he is also a handsome man and a beautiful woman.

Zhao Rong was also very unhappy before, for example, him.

He has nothing but free food and great wisdom.

This is so unfair.

Thinking of this, the naked man in the coffin nodded in agreement.

"Wait, could it be the same as Yu Huaijin? That's too inconsistent. But maybe practicing the piano later will help..."

Zhao Rong muttered, "For example, when Yu Huaijin forced me to practice the piano and annoyed her again, I would talk to her about the reason when she showed me the ruler... For example, people with pretty hands should not be beaten by people with pretty hands."

As he spoke, he thought of Yu Huaijin's extremely beautiful hands, which were very inconsistent with her ordinary appearance.

With this thought in mind, Zhao Rong's eyes suddenly turned and looked at his left hand.

She is also tall and fair.

It is also called bone and flesh...

Just as good looking as the right hand.

He was stunned for a moment.

As if beginning to realize something, Zhao Rong closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then slowly open your eyes.

The next second, he supported the coffin with one hand, suddenly jumped up and jumped out of the coffin.

The body maintains a certain light yet steady balance.

Zhao Rong's feet landed steadily on the cold floor, still holding the wet red skirt that was about to slip off.

The magnificent main hall was extremely empty.

There was only an open dragon coffin and a strange ** man standing in a daze beside the coffin.

The man lowered his head and began to look away.

He looked at the rest of the body except his hands.

Those areas that should have been extensively burned and destroyed.

At this point, he no longer felt any pain.

This ruins, once covered with Nine Heavens Cold Palace flowers, is still solemn and desolately silent today.

The arrival and departure of some people do not seem to disturb the sense of vast desolation that permeates the place at all times.

This is a group of ruins where, even if you don’t know its past stories, you will still feel depressed and heavy when walking among them.

This is the weight of time brought about by the erosion of time and water recorded in tens of thousands of years, the endless falling historical dust, and the hasty departure of the ancient tribes and ancient people who once built this mythical city and vowed that the moon would never set.

However, at this moment, at the edge of the ruins, outside a hall located on a dark cliff.

This sense of the weight of time seemed to have been completely destroyed by a little girl.

The little fish guarding the gate is playing hopscotch.

The ground in front of her was made from some kind of abyss stone from the depths of the North Sea, and had mysterious patterns that seemed to have a positive effect on the magic circle. At this moment, there was a crooked cube house painted on it.

The 'house' is made up of a number of small 'round' blocks... well, it should be small square blocks, and there is a semicircular roof on top.

But to be honest, this house is really ugly.

But the little girl who was missing her front teeth didn't care and was playing intently and having a lot of fun.

This is a jumping game popular among children in the countryside.

At this moment, the little fish held a few gravel in his hand, threw one carefully, then immediately supported himself on one foot, stood on one leg, jumped into the grid, and jumped happily...

This is a little girl who is about to reach the Tianzhi realm.

It’s no wonder that she is so unreliable. She had never played these interesting children’s games on the boat on Xingzi Lake before. Besides, no one was willing to play with her even if she wanted to.

Xiaoyu was recently seeing this hopscotch game, and learned it when she and Sister Xiuer stayed overnight at a private home not long ago.

Stuck in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum for the past few days, she couldn't resist the childish urge to play games, but Sister Xiu'er wouldn't let her and confiscated her skipping rope, rubber bands, and pebbles... Sister Xiu'er thought it was inappropriate for her to play these things in the solemn and dignified imperial mausoleum, and it would easily make the other women laugh at her.

But for now, Luo Xiu allowed Xiaoyu to play.

She was weak and left first with the women in white clothes. Before she flew up to the bright moon, she returned all the skipping ropes, rubber bands, and pebbles to Xiaoyu.

Let the little girl stay for a while and guard the door of the hall...

He also told her that she could play games as she pleased, as the floor was so big that the little girl could even lie down and roll around.

When Xiaoyu heard that, she immediately shook her head like a rattle. She looked serious and said to Sister Xiuer, "It doesn't matter if it's a game or not. Practice is the most important thing. You can't slack off..." Sister Xiuer, don't worry, Xiaoyu will take care of the rest. You and the sisters can go ahead and be careful on the road..."

Luo Xiu didn't say anything at the time, just glanced at Xiaoyu for a moment longer, and then took his men away.

After they left, Xiaoyu practiced in front of the hall door, using the abundant spiritual energy that came out of the crack of the door. He then scratched his head and suddenly realized that what Sister Xiu'er said was right. When it comes to practice, the most effective thing is to combine work and rest.

Then she happily took out pebbles and paintbrushes and started dancing on the squares.

Just play a little bit, if you don't pass the "hopscotch" once, you will practice seriously for an hour. Well, this arrangement is not too much, right?

Then Xiaoyu has been playing from the beginning until now.

So funny, I couldn't even pass it.

At this moment, outside the hall, Xiaoyu was trying hard to pass the hopscotch game in order to practice once. At this moment, she supported herself on one foot and jumped forward with all her might.

At this moment, squeak——!

The door of the hall was pushed open from the inside.

A man walked out.

The little girl, who had finally jumped into the last grid, had her back to the gate, and she staggered and almost fell.

The next second, the spiritual energy in her body began to circulate, and she used the energy to lift her body up, instantly stabilizing herself.

Then Xiaoyu turned around and ran back without saying anything, standing in front of the square drawn on the ground, and then glanced at his feet quietly, and then took a step to the side without any expression...

Trying to use his small body to block the childish games on the ground.

At this moment, seeing the person inside opening the door, she straightened her waist, put her hands behind her back, without blinking, her face serious and solemn, as if she was waiting for something.

To use Zhao Rong's words, it was an emotionless NPC in the previous life's game that stood there waiting for the player, specifically issuing tasks and telling stories, and giving experience to the protagonist... What? You said the NPC was bored waiting and just secretly played a game? That doesn't exist, don't talk nonsense.

The palace door was pushed half open.

Pressing against the door was a long, white hand, fit to give the woman pleasure.

Well, it refers to the literary and artistic activities such as playing the piano and writing calligraphy, which can cultivate women's sentiments and bring them pleasure...

The light from the Jiutian Han Palace flowers scattered throughout the ruins shone into the door, dispelling some of the shadows in front of the door and revealing... the figure of a man.

Zhao Rong walked out of the hall.

He was dressed in a thin white robe, with his hair as black as the eternal night falling casually.

The smooth skin exposed on the face, neck and other parts of the body is whiter than the white clothes. Against the backdrop of the thick and flowing black hair, it looks like the first snow in early winter, bright and impressive.

His clear eyes, like dots of lacquer, narrowed slightly, as if he was adapting to the dazzling light coming from outside the door.

At this moment, the thin white clothes on Zhao Rong's body seemed to be casually put on when going out. The belt was simply tied, revealing a slightly thick chest. His muscles were strong and powerful, but not the kind of explosive and blocky pectoral muscles.

Instead, the lines are graceful and smooth, perfect like a sculpture.

In fact, Zhao Rong already had a very good body shape before today, with beautiful muscle curves. Qingjun Xiaoxiao and the others have the most say in this regard, as this is due to his down-to-earth path as a martial artist.

However, his skin had been tanned quite dark before, and now, it was burned by the flames, and was reshaped by the medicinal power of the Pure White Cold Palace of the divine cauldron.

He turned pale.

Very white.

Then there is the graceful male body that looks like a sculpture.

This wave is absolutely killer.

Of course, this does not apply to women of all ages, such as the little girl outside the door at this moment.

Xiaoyu was wearing a white Li Nu dress, with her hands behind her back, and a serious face as she looked at Master Zhao who slowly walked out of the door and looked a little different.

As an emotionless NPC, her eyes only lingered on Zhao Rong's chest muscles for a moment, then moved away emotionlessly.

However, after the little girl quickly scanned Zhao Rong's face, she first looked at the door next to him for a few breaths, then pretended nothing had happened and looked back, took a look, and then looked away.

Xiaoyu couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Then, she looked at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose, and could not look any more.

Zhao Rong covered his eyes with his hands and adjusted to the brightness outside.

Then he turned his head and looked around with squinted eyes.

Dark cliffs, magnificent and strange buildings, lost and dilapidated ruins...

He pursed his lips lightly, digesting the environment he was in.

During this time, Zhao Rong's gaze lingered on the dark cliff next to him for a while. At this moment, a strange autumn wind was blowing up from the bottom of the cliff.

His eyes saw something different in the wind.

However, Zhao Rong shifted his gaze and put it aside for the time being.

He turned around and walked straight towards the little girl not far away.

There is no one living around here, and the ruins are dilapidated and deserted. Looking around, there is only one NPC, Xiao Li Nu. No, there is only her figure. If she is not waiting for him, then who is she waiting for?

Zhao Rong rubbed his face and came to Xiaoyu.

"Hmm."

The little girl was wearing a tight white dress and standing with her hands behind her back. She pretended to be profound and looked at the sky next to him, not at him.

Her face was full of seriousness. She turned her side face to Zhao Rong and said in a rhythmic voice, "Sir, are you awake? Well, aren't you? I have a lot of questions to ask..."

Zhao Rong pressed her 'dog head' with his big hand and rubbed it wildly, interrupting the spell directly: "Where is she?"

Xiaoyu: “……!!!”

Sir! Why don't you follow the routine? This is not what is written in the script or storybook...

The little girl immediately lost her composure, dropped the pebbles with her hands that were behind her back pretending to be a master, and raised them to cover her little head that was being massaged.

She opened her eyes wide and stared at Zhao Rong.

Shouldn't the young man who was saved by the chivalrous woman awaken from his dream and leave no trace? He was confused. Where was I, who was I, what happened during this period, why was there someone else's tears on my face... At least it took a long time to realize that there was a chivalrous woman who was grateful to him and resolutely paid so much to save him.

Then the young master suddenly realized and felt guilty and touched, but he could not make up for it and kept regretting it... Then, when the two met again many years later, it was probably that the heroine brought back the pigtailed child born by the heroine. The young master, who had already achieved success and had a harmonious family, had an expression of disbelief and loss.

Then... there was a fierce conflict between the illegitimate child from outside and the eldest son of the main wife...

When Xiaoyu was playing hopscotch just now, she had already thought about it. She would definitely stand on the side of Sister Xiu'er's child. But if the main wife of this young master happened to be Xiaoyu's benefactor Zhao Qian'er, then she would be in great trouble...

But now...