Her words seemed to carry countless doubts, confusion, and a desire to explore.
The words echoed slowly in the almost frozen silence, each one like a pebble thrown into the lake of people's hearts, creating ripples.
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's question, Feng Qingyun's eyes, which had been brimming with liveliness and energy, were instantly replaced by a deep contemplation.
Her long, slender eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if she wanted to lock all the world's confusion between her slightly furrowed brows.
Thoughts, like wild horses, gallop freely across the wasteland of memory, striving to recall that distant, almost otherworldly period of time.
In her mind, the hourglass of time began to flow backward, and those dreamlike, fragmented images of the past surged forth like a tidal wave.
She felt as if she were in a misty forest, each fragment of memory a tree that was ancient and mysterious.
She struggled through the forest, trying to find a clue among the indistinct branches and leaves that was related to the direction of the Heavenly Dao.
However, the river of time flows too swiftly, and many memories have long been washed away and broken into pieces, like fallen leaves, difficult to piece together.
A glint of light occasionally flashed in her eyes, as if she had grasped a crucial clue.
But in an instant, she was shrouded in an even deeper fog, plunging her into profound confusion and bewilderment.
When Su Jinyun heard Qin Qianluo's question, her heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and she felt a chill run from the soles of her feet straight to her heart.
It was as if a thunderbolt carrying destructive power had exploded deep within her mind.
A conjecture that is so bold it borders on madness, yet subtly reveals a chilling rationality.
Like a black poppy blooming with an eerie light, it instantly blossomed wildly in the abyss of her mind.
Her eyes widened in shock, filled with disbelief, as if a terrifying scene had suddenly appeared before her, capable of turning her entire world upside down.
In those eyes, besides deep astonishment, there was also a trace of panic and fear, like a small boat in a storm, lost at sea.
She instinctively turned her head and stared intently at Qin Qianluo in her arms.
His gaze seemed to pierce through Qin Qianluo's soul, trying to find some evidence to refute this terrible conjecture.
Her breathing became rapid and heavy, her chest heaving violently, as if each breath was draining her last remaining courage.
Qin Qianlu keenly noticed that Su Jinyun's body stiffened instantly as if she had been electrocuted, and her slightly trembling body conveyed her extreme panic.
Qin Qianluo knew that Su Jinyun had already guessed the terrifying idea in her heart, an idea that was like a demon.
At this critical moment, she still tried her best to remain calm on the surface, like a small boat on a calm lake, seemingly steady, but in reality, her heart was turbulent.
She subtly tightened her grip on Su Jinyun's arms, the pressure just right.
It was as if it was conveying a silent but firm sense of comfort: "Don't panic, I'm here, everything will be alright."
This was an attempt to soothe Su Jinyun's panicked emotions, which were like those of a frightened bird, and to help her remain calm in this chaotic situation.
In this tense and oppressive atmosphere, Feng Qingyun slowly raised her head and sighed softly, her breath seemingly carrying the vicissitudes and helplessness of time.
Her voice sounded slightly tired as she spoke slowly.
"I was too young then and didn't know where the Heavenly Dao of that world ended up. Only that stinky fox probably knows the answer to that."
As soon as Feng Qingyun finished speaking, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her waist, as if she had been stabbed by a sharp dagger, causing her to gasp in shock.
She subconsciously looked down and saw that Long Nanzhi's hand was tightly gripping her waist, his fingers digging deep into her flesh like pincers.
Her lips twitched slightly, and a helpless expression, a mixture of amusement and exasperation, appeared on her face.
But the atmosphere was tense at the moment, and everyone was so overwhelmed by this series of mysteries that they didn't dwell on it too much.
She simply reached out and gently rubbed the spot on her waist where she had been pinched, trying to relieve the piercing pain.
However, Qin Qianluo was completely immersed in her complicated and tangled thoughts at this moment.
It felt like being in a dark maze, where every thought was a path that seemed hopeful yet was full of traps.
Completely oblivious to everything around her, she naturally didn't notice the subtle interaction between Feng Qingyun and Long Nanzhi.
In her mind, all sorts of thoughts surged and collided like turbulent waves, creating a deafening roar.
Each thought was like a sharp question, constantly challenging the limits of her thinking, trying to find a clear path to the truth in this chaotic mind.
Su Jinyun felt as if she were trapped in a nightmare from which she could never wake up, struggling to process the words Feng Qingyun had just heard.
And the shocking conjecture in her heart that could completely shake the foundation of her inner world.
She felt as if her mind had fallen into an endless abyss of darkness, surrounded by thick fog, and she was afraid to face the possible truth.
Yet, I couldn't resist being driven by a strong sense of curiosity to explore further.
After a long while, her lips trembled slightly, like withered leaves on a branch in late autumn, shivering in the cold wind.
She seemed to have mustered immense courage, and asked in an almost murmured voice, uncertainly, "Qianluo is doubting."
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