Today is Also a Mudslide That Crosses the World

"She's not dead." The voice became softer, and he stated slowly but with absolute certainty.

It was very strange, even though this strange yet familiar voice did not mention who "she" was, yet he immediately knew who "she" represented.

"Really?" Ye Shu raised his spirits and asked in his heart full of hope.

"Well, she's not dead, she's waiting for us to save her." That voice sounded again faintly, but with unwavering determination.

Yeshu struggled to get up from the flower bed.

Even if reason tells him that this voice should not be believed, it is undeniable that this voice has rekindled hope for him.

Even if it's fake, he's going to save her.

if if

What if it is true?

In his subconscious, he was a little panicked, as if he had secretly confirmed the truth of this sentence, even though he hadn't had time to verify it.

He felt that the words of this voice could be trusted.

A voice in his heart told him so.

"Who are you?" Ye Shu asked cautiously.

Although he was not afraid of him, Ye Shu was a little panicked. If this voice was only imagined by him

"Ah."

The voice chuckled, Qingyue's voice was exceptionally clear and pleasant, gradually overlapping with his own voice, but there was an obvious difference.

Compared with his previous clarity that was too clean without any troubles, what this voice conveyed was the clarity after going through vicissitudes.

It is to see the desolation of the world, amidst the rolling world of mortals, still remain independent of the world, with all the lead brilliance collected, the clarity that is not stained with dust.

"I'm not your fantasy, my name is."

That voice sounded again, igniting Ye Shu's already cooled hope.

"Shen Yeshu."

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When Xing Yun woke up in a daze, the stabbing pain from her spiritual consciousness told her that her spiritual power had been exhausted.

The remaining sliver of spiritual power was just trying to keep her fascinated.

Not too bad either.

At least before she was refined into a Nuwa stone, she saved people, and saw the Nuwa Empress she was thinking of.

It's just a pity that she may not have the chance to see Ye Shu and her father Fuxi again.

"Huh?" Nuwa saw a strange scene when she passed a small stream while searching for the stone.

Now all the rivers between heaven and earth have been polluted into dark rivers, but this stream is exceptionally clear, surrounded by spiritual energy, and the nearby creatures and human beings are more or less healed by this spiritual energy.

In the gloomy and terrifying world, this creek is like a fairyland.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was no fluctuation of spiritual power gushing out around here, Nuwa would have focused on protecting this creek and not moving a single bit of it here for the time being.

Simply releasing spiritual power for treatment cannot achieve this level of treatment. In other words, who here sacrificed a lot of his spiritual power, or the kind of forced overflow, to save this stream.

After hesitating for a moment, she still picked up the ordinary little stone.

This little rock looks familiar.

It is a small stone with the same shape as Xingyun when he first met.

But not quite the same.

Because the star rhyme at that time was more clear.

This little stone was extremely cloudy.

More like a regular stone.

But Nuwa felt a trace of subtle, imperceptible spiritual power fluctuations in it.

It disappeared in an instant.

Ask for a monthly ticket, it will be over tomorrow.