"Mr. Zhao, how did you know that?"

Outside the main hall, Xiaoyu was puzzled and even forgot to break free from the big hand that was ruffling her hair. "When Sister Xiu'er left, I saw you were still sleeping, weren't you?"

Zhao Rong put down his hands that were rubbing his face and looked down at the little girl who had a strong desire for knowledge.

That’s not what the purple-robed sword spirit in the heart lake said to him.

Actually... Zhao Rong had already woken up a long time ago.

When the righteous heroine killed the evil dragon and ascended to heaven, she let him walk slowly out of the Pure White Palace.

This was also the reason why Zhao Rong just opened his eyes in the hall and the sword spirit, who knew the situation in his heart lake, teased him.

then.

Under the shining light of the bright moon descending from the Jiutian Cold Palace, the spiritual energy filling the whole hall was stirring wildly and rushing towards him who was seriously injured in the dragon coffin.

Zhao Rong was awakened by the itchy feeling of his flesh and bones, only to find that his entire soul seemed to have been pulled out.

The man and woman were looking down at the couple in the dragon coffin from a high place.

The man was the one with the broken arm and disfigured face, and the woman...

He recognized it too.

At that time, the two of them had truly become one flesh and blood.

Because Luo Xiu was lying on his chest, holding a sword that Zhao Rong was familiar with.

The sword was stained with the blood of the 'Heavenly Mysterious Bird'.

Became a bloody blade.

It turned out that Luo Xiu had cut Zhao Rong's throat directly with a sharp sword when the Pure White Palace was opened.

The blood from his throat artery gushed out like a fountain.

With her cheeks red and blurred, she smiled foolishly and put her lips to Zhao Rong's throat, drinking his fresh blood in big gulps, as if she wanted to get some kind of compensation from this man...

And then... he was losing blood and on the verge of death, and the medicinal power of the Pure White Cold Palace took effect instantly.

The dead body is reborn... the throat is healed... reborn... a new look.

Zhao Rong's soul returned to his body after he had escaped from the darkness and his vision returned to the darkness blocked by his eyelids...

Then, the dust settled.

She lay on him with rosy cheeks and lips, and the hot air exhaled from her mouth and nose blew on Zhao Rong's chest.

The two of them just lay quietly in the dragon coffin.

It seems like falling asleep, but also like reminiscing...

"So... you were pretending to be asleep?"

At this time, seeing Zhao Rong lowering his head and not speaking, Xiaoyu asked suspiciously.

Zhao Rong said nothing.

Xiaoyu was a little angry and slapped his hand that was touching his head, "How could you do this? You are lying, especially to Sister Xiuer who saved you."

Zhao Rong raised his head and glanced at the sky above the ruins. It was a closed dome.

The secret place that Luo Xiu brought him to should be buried deep underground or located inside the mountains.

Zhao Rong nodded and whispered, "She knows."

"She knows?" Xiaoyu was puzzled. "If Sister Xiu'er knew, then why did she let me stay and tell you the message and return the things to you? Couldn't she just tell you directly when you were awake?"

With the life experience the little girl had, she couldn't figure out such complicated and tortuous issues concerning men and women.

Zhao Rong withdrew his gaze from the ruins, thought for a moment, narrowed his eyes and said, "Maybe it's because Miss Luo is a chivalrous woman with a kind heart, not an ordinary woman. She wants to travel around the nine continents of the world, meet more interesting people and interesting stories, and doesn't want to be confined to the small Wangque Continent by a little Confucian scholar like me..."

As he said this, he also chuckled.

At that time in the palace, Zhao Rong chose to pretend to be asleep.

He was pretending to be asleep because the woman lying on him was also pretending to be asleep.

So he had to pretend to be asleep.

Zhao Rong wanted to wake up, but she didn't want to wake up.

Or rather, I didn't want him to wake up.

It may sound a bit confusing.

But the meaning is all there.

Sometimes the relationship between men and women is like this. You can already know the other person's conflicting thoughts without them saying something.

So the two people who were pressed tightly together in the dragon coffin were clearly so close, their hearts touching, and could feel each other's quickened heartbeats, but in the end, they did not "wake up together".

But wake up 'separately' and leave separately.

His right hand, which was gently placed on her waist and back, was gently picked up and then gently put down when she stood up and left the dragon coffin...

Zhao Rong respected her choice.

So, what happened today might really be a simple story... a heroine defeating the dragon, rescuing the young master and repaying the favor, if there is no possibility of meeting again in the future.

"Well, that seems to make sense."

Xiaoyu crossed her arms, tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.

After the communication, the little girl became happy and said proudly:

"Sister Xiu'er is so cool, isn't she? She never leaves her name behind when doing good things. She is a chivalrous woman who is as brave as any man. She saved Xiaoyu back then, and now she has saved the young master to repay her debt. She is a chivalrous woman who is doing justice! Xiaoyu is following her now!"

Looking at the energetic little girl, Zhao Rong was stunned and also smiled.

Two people, one big and one small, were laughing happily in the empty and lonely ruins.

But the next second, Xiaoyu suddenly frowned, "No, did you bully me? No... did you sneak attack my sister Xiu'er?"

Zhao Rong was stunned. He didn't quite understand the strange train of thought of this little girl.

Frowning, "What do you mean by sneak attack her?"

Xiaoyu recalled and accused someone:

"Sister Xiu'er is a female warrior, so powerful, but when she left, she was very weak, her face was red and her legs were weak. She needed my support to walk when she just left the hall. I asked her what happened, and she said that she was holding you down. How come she seemed to be held down? I wondered if she was ambushed by you..."

The little girl squinted her eyes and stared at Zhao Rong with suspicion: "Mr. Zhao, weren't you pretending to be asleep? Why are you so unrighteous and unrighteous?"

Zhao Rong: “…”

He really wanted to explain that it was not him who had no martial ethics, but the dragon that had been slain by your heroine.

What does what the dragon did have to do with me, Zhao Ziyu?

But he didn't know where to start explaining. After all, if he didn't say this, he would definitely have to explain to this curious little girl what the magic dragon was. What if she was still in the spirit of exploration and wanted to see the "corpse" of the magic dragon after it was beheaded?

Tricking a little girl into watching a dragon? That's too cruel.

Zhao Rong immediately changed the subject and asked, "Hey, what's that drawn on the ground?"

He pointed to the picture on the ground next to the little girl.

Xiaoyu didn't buy it, and warned him in a conscientious manner: "Mr. Zhao, you should never bully others like this again. This is not good."

Zhao Rong: “…”

Do you know what you are talking about, little girl?

He had no choice but to pretend to be confused and nodded, then pointed to a series of crooked squares on the ground next to him and praised:

"The painting is good. It looks like a candied haws. You like to eat it too..."

Xiaoyu blushed, "What's that? This is clearly a house, a house made of latticework... Do you know how to play hopscotch?"

Zhao Rong coughed and nodded, "I understand, I understand. I played it when I was a kid, so I understand a little bit."

"Really?" Xiaoyu was skeptical, but eager to try.

Zhao Rong saw it immediately.

It's easy to guess what this little girl is thinking.

He blinked and thought he could play with her and ask her some questions at the same time.

He just woke up, and there are still many things he hasn't figured out, such as... where is he now?

Zhao Rong nodded and spoke.

Soon, the two hit it off.

A handsome scholar in white clothes and black hair, and a little girl with flying hair and missing two front teeth, picked up stones and played the game of "hopscotch" in the ruins of the Jiutian Han Palace full of flowers.

Zhao Rong smiled, bent down, and drew a neat and regular "house" with a paintbrush. His movements were quite skillful.

This is the game that Zhao Rong played in the Duke's Palace when he was a child.

Soon, Xiaoyu deeply realized that the so-called "knowing a little bit" was actually a very "dangerous" humble word...

The game is score based.

When Zhao Rong stood in the last square, he smiled and looked back at the dumbfounded little girl who was still standing in the first square.

He was just one point away from winning.

During the running and jumping just now, Zhao Rong has almost adapted to this reborn body and figured out some of the conditions.

Actually...it was quite a surprise.

At this moment, Zhao Rong did not continue to jump. There was no point in making a little girl cry after winning.

No such bad taste.

But at this moment, I felt quite relaxed, and the melancholy of parting with a certain woman had dissipated...

He smiled and turned back, suggesting: "Why don't we try a different way of playing next."

"What...what kind of game is this?"

"I ask you questions and you answer them. If your answers satisfy me, I will let you move up one level..."

"Well, is this also a game?"

"This is a game of wits. Ours is a battle of words..."

Zhao Rong made up some nonsense for a while.

Xiaoyu, who really wanted to win so that he could go back to practice, also agreed reluctantly.

Zhao Rong smiled and restrained his expression, "Where is this place?"

He said seriously.

"Wangque."

"I know this is Wangque Island. I am also from the mountains, so I have some common sense. I am asking where this relic is?"

"It's called Wangque, or Wangque City. As for where it is located, I don't know. We were teleported here."

Zhao Rong was stunned and turned to look at the ancient buildings and desolate scenes on both sides.

This abandoned ancient city has the same name as this continent?

Wangque... City of Wangque?

Xiaoyu glanced at the grid on the ground in front of him, nodded and added:

"Well, this is what Sister Xiuer told me. She said this is a city whose name appeared in the myth of Lidi... I don't know the rest. Usually Sister Xiuer does things for that nobleman, and I just follow her. Wherever Sister Xiuer goes, I go."

Noble person?

Zhao Rong frowned slightly, but seeing the little girl's expression at this moment, he smiled and said, "Well, Xiaoyu gets one point."

Just after chatting, Zhao Rong already knew the name of this little girl.

“Yeah!”

The little fish jumped forward and finally moved forward one step.

Zhao Rong turned his head to look at the autumn wind blowing from the cliff next to him, and pointed at it, "Is there something under this cliff? Or where does it lead to?"

Xiaoyu made a bitter face. She didn't know the answer to this question, but she still said what she knew.

"Sister Xiu'er said it's called the Sin Abyss. As for what's inside the pitch-black place, I don't know. But Sister Xiu'er told me not to look down there, because it might... be ominous. Well, just hearing the name, it doesn't sound like a good place."

"The abyss of sin..." Zhao Rong seemed to be thinking about something.