Chapter 1870

Hawksbill's Pavilion is antique. It is built on a cliff.

It's a cliff, but it's actually a skyscraper monolith. It's more than a thousand meters straight up and down. It's slippery around. Even apes can't climb it.

Of course, all the people in the Vatican Palace can fly, and all the people in this single stone palace can go up. But in the Vatican Palace, no one dares to climb except the God.

And the eight great beasts of God said, that is the forbidden area set by God, and only God himself can go up.

Ning Xuemo doesn't care about that. She went to the forbidden area several times in order to find the clues left by God Jiuli.

But there is nothing special above except the lonely Pavilion.

Now, the sound of the piano comes from the pavilion.

Ning Xuemo stood under the single stone mountain, only feeling his legs soft.

Will it be him up there? Would it be?

It sounds like he played it, but he has disappeared!

How could it happen again? Unless it's a dream

However, her dream has been awakened, which is in the living reality.

Mingming flies up and she can know the result, but she feels her legs are so heavy that she can't lift them.

She stood at the foot of the peak, listening to the sound of the piano. She didn't know what she was thinking.

She didn't know how long she had been standing there until the sound stopped and she couldn't get up.

The sound of the piano curled up and stopped, and the residual sound was still swirling in her ear. There was a silence around her, as if the sound had never appeared.

She sighed. Did she still hear it? Right? Right?

Although I think so in my heart, I still don't give up my heart. My body shape is flying together, flying straight to the top of the mountain.

At the moment when she was flying up and standing on the edge of the peak, she felt like she was hit by a big stone!

The pavilion is still that one, but there is a circle of snow-white floating yarn around the pavilion, dancing with the mountain wind, and the drum is like a cloud.

But in the pavilion, there was a man in white, with a big white robe flying like the wind. On the table in front of him lay an ancient zither, and his elbow was propped on the table at will. He looked at her with a smile: "finally, I can give up?"

God!

Ning Xuemo's body swayed, and his feet were staggering, almost falling from the big rock!

A white gauze like practice came across, directly rolled her slender waist, her eyes a flower, people have flown into the pavilion. In his arms.

Familiar breath, familiar person, Ning Xuemo's whole body is frozen, staring at him: "you......"

Is this a dream or a real person?

She won't be dreaming?!

"Stupid?" Shen Jiuli put her on his knee, looked at her face for a moment, and tried her forehead with the back of his hand: "no fever, is it the sequela of that medicine?"

Ning Xuemo seems to be suddenly drenched in a basin of water and wakes up.

It's still a dream!

Still in the dream of 50000 years ago!

She seemed to be disappointed and relieved. She raised her hand around his neck and murmured, "are you the temple of Brahma unchanged for tens of thousands of years? It's true that the years do not leave traces. "

"God nine Li picks eyebrows to look at her:" how good end has this feeling? Have you ever been in my Vatican Palace

I've made progress after 50000 years, which is almost the same as now, which makes me confused about dreams and reality

Ning Xuemo rubs his eyebrows and feels confused.