She was wearing a loose white cotton robe and riding a white horse, galloping across the vast desert. The strange rocks and cactus split in front of her eyes like miraculously.

Her long black hair was flying, her white robe was undulating like waves in the wind, and she was almost completely naked under her robe.

Because she hopes to fully experience the passion of the wind, the leaping of the horse, and the vitality of life, otherwise she would have been a dead person long ago.

When she calmed down, her whole body was soaked with sweat.

She took off her robe, walked to the well, and washed the cold well water from the head in buckets.

She is not afraid of being seen, because no one will come here, there are no passers-by wandering around the world, only one lonely cactus after another grows.

Every cactus here is extremely lonely. They grow in the ancient desert, and their bright green appearance and red and yellow wind and sand almost intertwined in the night to form an absurd dream.

Her name is Yinmeng.

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Severe heat, no wind.

There was not even a trace of wind, and the wind chimes under the eaves hung there like dying vultures. Not only could they not smell the breath of life, but they were even far from reaching the breath of death.

Without life, there is no death. Life and death are inherently closely related.

She sat alone under the eaves.

The desert that was within reach was already burned by the scorching sun, but there was not even a single bead of sweat on her face. Her delicate and delicate nose was still smooth and white as transparent.

Now she has completely calmed down.

Apart from an accidental and wild vent, she has long been accustomed to this lonely and quiet life. Because her life is about waiting, and there is no meaning except waiting.

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The scorching sun is about to pass, and the dusk and dark night are coming.

She sat quietly under the eaves, quietly watching the desert in the distance and the wind chimes under the eaves. For her, this day will pass by as quietly as hundreds of days and hundreds of nights before.

Suddenly, the wind chime rang.

With the last sound of the wind chime, the black nightfall completely came.

But her person is still white.

As white as snow, as quiet as rock, as elegant as wind, as beautiful as ghosts.

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ps: This chapter is free.

Also: This volume is unpopular and is a "test" method, and you will try something new.

It’s similar to the book “The Sword of the Third Young Master” in the previous book, which is also a test paper, hahaha.

Although I have never advocated "jumping the book to read", if everyone really can't accept this book, just put it on and wait for the next book.
Chapter completed!