His consciousness gradually sank. After Bai Jia woke up, he found himself in a special space.

His conscious body was floating on a gray cloud. Although it was a gray cloud, Bai Jia knew that it was just an illusion.

Although it was an illusion, Bai Jia knew clearly that if he underestimated the illusion for no reason, he would definitely suffer a big loss.

In this way, Bai Jia is just floating on the clouds, out of sight and out of mind.

This floating cloud gave Bai Jia an idea. Sure enough, everything was just a floating cloud, which perhaps explained Bai Jia's behavior.

This space was filled with gray. The gray color made Bai Jia feel a little depressed. Then, he saw some gray-black smoke gradually pouring out of this space. This smoke made Bai Jia instinctively alert. However,

Bai Jia did not attack the smoke.

For some unknown reason, Bai Jia found that the smoke gave him a sense of understanding.

Although he didn't know why he had such thoughts in his heart, Bai Jia still waited patiently. The current Bai Jia is no longer the same as before when he first arrived. The current Bai Jia is fully capable of controlling his mood.

Therefore, Bai Jia was very calm and naturally waiting for the smoke that was about to reveal the truth to him, because Bai Jia had a feeling.

Sure enough, in less than half an hour, the smoke finally condensed into a gray figure. Then, the figure seemed to look at Bai Jia consciously, with a kind of affection in his eyes.

Bai Jia's heart suddenly thumped, like a breaking sound, which made Bai Jia's nose sore inexplicably.

In such a mood, after the figure finally said a word, sad tears overflowed.

"Xue'er, you're finally here." The figure's eyes were full of love, concern, shock, confusion, and all kinds of expressions.

These expressions gradually changed Bai Jia's mind.

However, there was a voice in Bai Jia's heart, getting closer, getting closer, she wanted to get closer to him.

With these thoughts in mind, Bai Jia's body has already responded. Bai Jia's body is gradually approaching the gray figure, and he reaches out his hand, as if he is eager for the gray shadow to give him a hug.

But the human figure just looked at Bai Jia with heartache and told a fact that Bai Jia couldn't accept.

"Xue'er, I'm sorry, I am already a lifeless consciousness, so I cannot give you a hug." He seemed to understand what Bai Jia was thinking in his heart. His words made Bai Jia's heart skip a beat. Sure enough, it was just a fantasy.

It's just a fantasy that's hard for me to accept.

My heart felt sour again, and the tears in the corners of my eyes seemed to respond, becoming even more abundant.

The figure glanced at Bai Jia distressedly, and wanted to stretch out his hand to wipe it, but he passed by Bai Jia's body again.

Sure enough, he couldn't touch him!

Haha, Bai Jia saw the bitterness in his eyes, haha, it seems that he is naive.

After wiping away her tears, Bai Jia returned to the heartless Bai Jia she used to be. However, God knows how Bai Jia was crying in her heart.

"Who are you?" Bai Jia didn't realize that the figure called Xue'er, let alone the memory that had just flashed through her.

Yes, it was a memory. That memory seemed to be blocked, and Bai Jia was completely unaware of it.

Who are you? When the figure heard this, his eyes darkened, yes, who are you? Who is it? Is it the nameless bird following behind that beautiful figure? Or is it the miracle doctor who has passed away long ago? Or is it someone who is unwilling to leave the world and be killed by a doctor?

Just a soul saved by a mysterious man?

Yes, who am I? Who is it? Who was it thousands of years ago?

I still remember how cruel that beautiful figure was thousands of years ago. Although I don't admit it, she was indeed cruel and turned her heart into ashes. However, she later gave herself...

Haha, everything has passed, and there is nothing to mention again. Just being able to see her this time makes me excited.

Look, she still loves the fiery red robe as much as before. Haha, as expected, red is the color that sets her off the most.

But, maybe she has forgotten that there is such a person like herself? Otherwise, how could she make such a crazy move to destroy a continent?

However, if she hadn't destroyed that continent, how would he have the chance to return to her again?

Although all of this was the arrangement of that person, how could he tell the beautiful figure in front of him to let her give him a drop of her heart's blood and make a contract with him?

Bai Jia on the opposite side saw the silence in front of him and finally lost his patience. Although he didn't know how the time in this space was calculated, according to Bai Jia's own feeling, the time here might have passed for a few days or a long time.

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What's more, although I have a strange feeling towards the other side, where does this feeling come from?

Could it be that he came to this continent because there was a pair of black hands silently setting up a trap behind his back?

At the same time, on a distant planet, a middle-aged man with gray hair looked at a gray-black mirror in front of him. This mirror, like a magic mirror, reflected the scene he wanted to see.

Although the middle-aged man has traces of time, his eyes are bright and lively, and his sword-shaped eyebrows are even more majestic. The gray silver threads do not make his handsome facial features look old at all, but make people feel like they are from another world.

Master.

A snow-white straight-breasted robe with a very drapey feel. It is tied around the waist with a wide belt with moon-white auspicious cloud patterns. There is only a piece of black jade with excellent jade quality hanging on it. The shape seems rough but is simple and gloomy. Gray-white blue silk

It was tied casually with a silver ribbon, without a crown or hairpin. A few strands of hair in front of the forehead were blown away by the wind, intertwined with the silver ribbon and flying, making it look quite light.

The middle-aged man waved his finger, and the scene in the mirror was reflected in the middle-aged man's eyes. There was a strange message in his eyes.

The middle-aged man stared at the mirror attentively, but a person next to him was making sarcastic remarks, and he said: "My lord, if I know that all this is a game that you have planned for a long time, I don't know what will happen."

Will I hate you?"

I saw that the man who spoke had long dark red hair, untied and untied, hanging down behind him, as smooth and smooth as fine silk satin. Under the delicate and feminine eyebrows was a pair of captivating deep purple eyes, with slightly raised corners.

Picking it up adds to the sultry charm. The red lips are pursed slightly, seeming to be smiling but not smiling. The skin is whiter than snow, and seems to be slightly exuding a silvery white light.
Chapter completed!