But the long silence made him almost think that he had been away from the two of them and away from what he could know. Just as he was anxious, the woman whispered, "That... like..." and could only hear two words. Everything she said seemed to be blown away by the wind in the air, and only these two words could blow into his ears. Han Yiming was very anxious, and suddenly stretched out his left hand and pinched his right hand heavily on the back of his right hand. His nails fell into the flesh and calmed down immediately. He felt sweat on his forehead, and before he knew it, he was already nervous and sweaty!

Since he had calmed down, he could stay out of the matter and no longer go to anything. Close his eyes, calm down and no longer listen. Slowly, his mind was clear and he had no distractions. He opened his eyes. It was still pitch black all around him. Han Yiming saw the thick darkness, lowered his head, and could not see where his feet were stepping on. It seemed to be hanging in the air, and his feet were also bottomless darkness. Suddenly he saw a faint luster behind him. Although it was not bright, he illuminated everything around him.

He didn't dare to act rashly, and turned around slowly. Behind him, there was a luster luster in front of him. It was a vague back of a man, a man in white! This man was indeed not a white dragon, and he could not tell where he recognized it, but Han Yiming recognized it. This back was too blurry, so blurred that it was almost a white shadow. In the blur, it could barely tell that it was a person's back. As for height, shortness, fatness, thinness, it was really impossible to tell. This figure seemed to be changing with the wind, dancing with the wind, sometimes big and sometimes small, sometimes long and sometimes short, so how could he recognize it so clearly! Han Yiming calmed his breathing, and without realizing it, he condensed his breathing!

The back suddenly stretched out his hand, stretched out his hand towards the darkness, and said, "..." Han Yiming had a sharp eye and saw a circle of silver light on his vague palm. The silver light overflowed on his hand, pulling his already floating figure even more incomplete. A bright spot lit up in front of him, farther away, and even more unable to see what it was. Han Yiming couldn't help but open his eyes widened, looking at the bright spot, and after a moment, he saw that it seemed to be a hand. The hand hesitated for a moment, and with a slight click on the silver light, the silver light disappeared without a trace!

The hand also disappeared without a trace with the silver light. In the thick black, only the man's erratic back emitted a faint light. Han Yiming was puzzled: "What is that silver light? Is it good or bad?" He looked at the back carefully. He seemed to know that he was looking carefully. The man suddenly blew his sleeves and a gust of wind blew in his face, blowing Han Yiming's face as if he was cutting a needle and a bayonet. His eyes were dry, and his eyes were so painful that it seemed to be about to crack!

Han Yiming did not close his eyes, his eyes were still wide open. This back, this back... Suddenly, the back, which was as weak as smoke began to become surging, swelling, and thin and transparent. Then a "pop" sound was blown away by the omnipotent wind! Han Yiming opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and the figure disappeared like this! The woman who made the sound had long disappeared, and he was the only one left here!

Not knowing where he came from or how to leave, Han Yiming stood blankly in the darkness that he didn't know why. Suddenly, he felt sad and felt sad. He was feeling sad. He was caught on his arm, and someone said in his ear: "Little brother, wake up!" Han Yiming was suddenly shocked, and his eyes lit up. Gu Qingquan was facing him. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and everyone was walking back and forth, with dazzling sunshine and cheerful laughter. In his mind, Gu Qingquan said: "Junior brother, have you woken up?

It turned out to be a dream, an immersive dream. Han Yiming breathed a little relieved. Before he could speak, Gu Qingquan said, "President Yuanhui came to invite you to talk. You always couldn't wake up when you fell asleep. Uncle Master said you were tired and you would go when you woke up. Are you awake?" Master Yuanhui? Yes, Senior Brother Yuanhui is already the Chief Yuanhui. Han Yiming nodded randomly and said, "I'm awake, thank you for calling me." He looked around and said, "I'll go wash up now, and go after washing up."

He stood up, shook the dust on his clothes, and felt tired, so he yawned and looked for water to wash. There were springs near the resting places of the sects. Today he got up late and came to the edge of the sects. Only a few sect brothers who were unaware of were still washing. Han Yiming stood for a short time, and after they finished washing and left, he squatted down and put his hands into the sect.

There was a deep nail mark on the back of his right hand. It was pinched so deep that it had turned into a blue-purple curve. Even the skin was broken. Fortunately, it was not bleeding. Han Yiming was stunned for a moment. This was pinching himself! He remembered that in a dream, he pinched his left hand hard on the back of his right hand. But was that really a dream? Seeing this nail mark, he couldn't help but wonder, it was not a dream. Who was the back? The back was not clearly seen, it was not clearly seen at that time, and it was also blurred at this time. But the sound was really deep in his memory, and it was extremely familiar to his ears! If he could hear a sentence, he should recognize who he was.

Is he a senior of Lingshan Sect? He was in plain clothes, and he felt extremely friendly. If he was a senior of Lingshan Sect, which one would he be? Is that woman a golden dragon? Where is the white dragon? Han Yiming felt heavy in his heart, gritted his teeth, but he didn't understand. Is it a master? Or the fourth master uncle? Or the fifth master uncle? He pulled several masters over and compared one by one in his heart. Even the eldest brother's back was drawn over and compared, but he still couldn't confirm.

Suddenly, footsteps came from behind him. Han Yiming came to his senses, looked at the marks on the back of his hand, reached out and scooped up a handful of water, and poured it on his face. The coolness of his heart immediately made him extremely clear. He quickly finished washing up and walked away from the spring water. The senior brother later nodded to him. He didn't know what his senior brother's name was, and he didn't even see his appearance clearly. He just said, "Senior brother, early." Then he turned around and left.
Chapter completed!