Chapter 1432: Dream

The front is suddenly bright, a golden sun hangs high in the clear sky, and the whole world is rendered golden and bright like a golden world.
Underneath, a green lake with a radius of tens of thousands of acres, the green and clear lake under the golden light swayed out of a circle, exuding extremely psychedelic light and shadow.
Through the lake, you can see the dense layers of leaves and branches below, as well as the lakes and snow-capped mountains of the size of a fist, sprinkled on the vast wilderness, beautiful and messy.
Yang Ling feels that his book for more than ten years has been read in the dog's stomach. He can only describe it with a word of confusion. Any other word is not enough to describe his feelings at this time. Add the words 'I rely on'.
In the center of the lake, there is a small island with a radius of 100 acres. In the center of the small island, there is a small tree with green and jade. It is about ten meters high, and the branches are naturally stretched. The emerald leaves follow the ripples of the lake. Gently rocking, each leaf emits a different charm under the golden light.
Next to the small tree, there is a beautiful wooden house.
The wooden house is not big, about 30 square meters, surrounded by all kinds of exotic flowers, colorful and beautiful... a mess.
A two-meter-long green dragon and a white-colored beast play in the flowers and grass.
Feilong squatted Yangling gently in front of the wooden house, then gathered his wings and shook his body. Yang Ling didn't hold it steady, and his foot slipped and he slammed down.
Yang Ling's grey-faced face is getting ready to talk to Feilong about the ideal and reason.
"Oh yeah~"
The door of the wooden house was gently pushed open, and a white, innocent hand came out, and then a woman slowly came out of the room.
The purple hair of the draped, wearing a delicate silver crown on the head, a little gems in the eyebrows, the skin is smooth and flawless, the facial features are exquisite, the snow-white mopping skirt, holding a green branch, A few drops of green dew on the branches, under the golden light, exudes a charming dreamy color.
At the moment when this woman appeared, Yang Ling suddenly felt like a thunder, and looked at the stunning woman who came to herself with a faint smile.
The woman was beautiful and ceremonial, and slowly walked over to Yang Ling. She extended a white jade innocent hand and gently stroked his cheek, and gently helped him to remove the few blades of grass on his head, and then used a pair. Extremely clear, if the eyes of hundreds of millions of years of spring are staring at him.
"I finally waited for you!" A clear, imitation sound from nine days fell into Yang Ling's ears.
"Ling...the beginning of the heart~"
Yang Ling’s mouth squirmed a few times and spit out a name. The woman’s appearance completely shattered all the mourning in his heart.
How can it be? Isn’t the heart of the spirit not dead? Isn't she still lying in the coffin of the Lingxiao Palace?
Yang Ling raised his hand and prepared to bite it into his mouth.
Looking at Yang Ling's movements, the woman suddenly seemed to be swaying in the eyes of Qingquan, and her eyes showed an endless tenderness, gently pulling his hand. "Come with me to see, our daughter is born!"

Hey!?
Yang Ling’s body shook and looked at the woman with horror.
"She is pretty like a girl, you will love her!" The woman did not stop, pulling Yang Ling to continue.
Under the woman's pull, Yang Lingqi, like a puppet, was pulled into the log house.
The furnishings inside the chalet are very simple.
Two wicker chairs, a wooden table, a bookshelf, and a rattan cradle.
One gold, one silver, two small animals that look like foxes are kneeling on either side of the cradle, each looking at it with amazement.
"She looks like you very much! You touch, she is your daughter!" The woman looked at the cradle gently, pulling Yang Ling's hand into the cradle.
A little girl with purple hair, only eight or nine months old, covered with a soft leaf, like a small quilt, a red face, long eyelashes, sleeping with her eyes closed.
As Yang Ling's hand is put in, the leaves that cover the baby are automatically curled up, and then retracted into the rattan of the cradle. The white and tender little arms and legs are wearing a small apron and a piece of neck hanging. Green leaf pendant.
"This... this is my daughter?" Yang Ling felt that he must have done more work on the git, and he wanted to cry.
She and the woman's gossip can't get to the side. She has already died since she knew her. She and she are absolutely clear, how can she give birth to a daughter, and it is still so small... so beautiful.
Is it... Is it that I once worked in the coffin at the Lingxiao Palace for the women in the coffin?
"嗷~~"
The two villains in the mind jumped out at the same time, squinting at each other and spitting at each other.
Impossible... absolutely impossible!
Laozi must be dreaming, dreaming of...not, Laozi should wake up and wake up from dreams!
Yang Ling looked at it and looked at it. The knife, the sword, the axe, the hook and the fork can do anything, and it can be self-mutilated.
"She was born on the full moon night, and there is a blessing in the body of the Silver Moon Spirit, which is destined to become the greatest queen of the Elves." The woman still looked at the baby gently, and Yang Ling’s hand finally touched it. Baby's cheeks.
But it was almost the moment of touch, and Yang Ling suddenly changed his face.
A strong dead air emanates from the body of the little girl, pouring into his body like a violent wave, quickly invading every cell of the body, the internal organs are quickly rotted and withered, and then all the incessant air In the sea of ​​God ~EbookFREE.me~ squeezing the past to the gods.
"Boom~~"
A group of green light blasted in the sea of ​​gods, and a strong life burst out, completely blocking this dead air, and Yang Ling was also shaking his body. Everything in front of him was like glass, collapsed, cradle, baby, woman. They all fell into the endless darkness.
"Huh ~~~"
Yang Ling opened his mouth and gasped, panicked and opened his eyes, only to find that he was just a dream, a dream that was so real and long.
Into the eye is an ashes of the sky, waiting for him to sit up, only to find a hand that has been already yellow and cracked leaves, he has already been sweating, as if soaked in the water.
There was only one dilapidated wooden house and a wilted tree with only trunks.
Yang Ling wiped the cold sweat of his forehead, and the power of the spirits was released. Suddenly a huge dead tree appeared in the mind of God.
And in his own location, the small island underneath is suspended above the dead trees.