When she woke up, a drop of water was falling on her cheek.

"——"

A drop of water hit her eyelashes, she opened her eyes and saw that she was lying in a cave.

Backtracking formation?

She frowned and looked down, her dress changed, only a thin white dress.

The surrounding area was like a cave, dripping with water, a little dark and damp.

Zhi Mengmeng and they are gone, but she feels that nothing happened to them.

It is definitely not easy to be able to pull one's own formation. There is also a formation master.

Although the situation in front of her was somewhat out of control, she still calmed her face and turned over and sat up.

"drop--"

There was only a quiet dripping sound around, and there was a sliver of light in front, like an exit.

She stood up and tried to walk along the light, but found that she seemed unable to get out.

Is she trapped?

There shouldn't be any formation trapping her in this world.

She felt it for a moment, and her face suddenly became a little different.

This formation was laid by her herself.

Is she trapped in the formation she has laid down?

But why is this?

She moved her gaze to the surrounding stone walls. The light in the cave was not as dim as before. With the light, she saw some patterns carved on the stone walls.

The pattern is a stick figure of some people kneeling down, they are kneeling towards something, and then looking forward, they realize that they are individuals.

This figure is just a back figure. Compared to the simple, kneeling human being painted, the figure of this figure is exaggerated to the point of being very tall, wearing a robe, only this figure, although thin, but with a kind of worship Breath.

She looked at that moment with faint eyes, and realized a familiar feeling from it.

She knows this person.

And it's not from this era, but from ten thousand years ago.

A cold breath suddenly came from her cheek, as if someone was touching her cheek. She moved her heart, but she never felt any dangerous aura. A very familiar voice sounded, with gentle affection and distant sighs: " Are you cold?"

Song Yanqing?

She turned her head, but saw nothing.

The cave was empty, without Song Yanqing.

The touch on her cheeks seemed to disappear, but there was still a sense of nostalgia that people depended on.

"Song Yanqing?"

She made a noise, her voice echoing in the cave.

She understood that this was not true, but she felt that Song Yanqing was here.

Yes-which Song Yanqing?

She frowned, and suddenly realized that her amnesia was really not easy. This formation was laid by herself. Why did she feel Song Yanqing in the formation?

At this time, in the imperial capital thousands of miles away, the well-rested man lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils were as dark as ink, and his eyes were clear at this time, as if he hadn't been half asleep.

[Song Yanqing? 】

That voice was Qiao Jin's, and he didn't know where it came from, but he heard echoes.

He frowned, dressed in black pajamas, rolled over and sat up, and found that in the corners of the surrounding walls, the black air had filled the room to the point where he listened carefully, as if there was still a demon whispering.

Just a little bit, it was about to devour the bed where Song Yanqing was on.

Seeing that he woke up, the black aura rolled and disappeared instantly. He only stared at the slowly disappearing black aura. He didn't see the slightest panic. By the dim light outside the window, his handsome side face, which was as gentle as jade, was added. A hint of chill.