Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

This tomb was extraordinarily large, Feng Qian walked in slowly.

She saw a sarcophagus in the distance.

As she got closer to the sarcophagus, she felt a very familiar breath.

This sense of familiarity made her a little confused, but it was extremely touching.

Feng Qian stopped in front of the sarcophagus.

She lowered her head and touched the coffin lid with her fingertips.

The familiar smell became stronger and stronger.

Without thinking too much, Feng Qian pushed open the coffin lid.

The sarcophagus is empty.

but……

She was a little surprised that there was a creative space here.

Divine power is also extremely familiar.

Feng Qian mobilized his divine power and directly broke into the space.

The space did not exclude her from entering, on the contrary, she easily entered this space.

As soon as she entered the space, that familiar breath rushed towards her face, surrounding her, as warm as the wind in April.

The field of vision is a vast expanse of whiteness.

Feng Qian raised her eyes and looked over, not far away, she saw a figure from behind.

Vaguely blocked by white mist.

Traveling in the small plane for many years, she has seen many people and things, all of which are superficial and fleeting.

The years in God's Domain were also lonely. Feng Qian had never felt such a familiar feeling.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly raised her foot and walked towards the man.

The tall and tall man was dressed in white, his black hair was tied up with white silk, standing there, his loneliness was natural.

"you……"

Feng Qian opened her lips, and the fingertips hanging by her side moved slightly. She raised her arms, inexplicably trying to grab him.

Looking at his raised arm in a daze, Feng Qian lowered his head and slowly retracted his hand.

The person in front of him turned around slowly, feeling the movement, Feng Qian looked up at him.

She met a pair of eyes.

The faint golden light dissipated from his dark eyes.

At the same time, the Shenchuang space began to shatter, and before the white light covered her vision, she heard a voice: "Qianqian..."

It hurts.

My head felt like it was being torn apart and burst, it was very painful.

The heart also seemed to be missing a corner, empty.

He... who the hell?

Feng Qian squatted down, raised her hand to cover her head, she couldn't hold back a muffled groan.

The pain almost made her collapse, and in the next second, as the white light faded, the golden light in the girl's eyes flashed faintly.

…

She remembered.

The main god let her enter the small plane to protect His Royal Highness Mu Yan's soul fragments.

In the last plane, she has only three months.

She saw His Highness.

But... why is she here?

What about Qi Yin?

Feng Qian opened her eyes, she withdrew her hand, and a piece of snow-white clothes was reflected in her eyes.

Slightly stunned, Feng Qian stood up.

The man in front of him had a pale complexion, thick and slender eyelashes, and beautiful thin lips with very pale blood. He looked down at her, and his eyes were a little dazed.

"Ayin?"

In the silent tomb, Feng Qian's voice was very clear.

Qi Yin pursed his lips, he remained silent, directly lowered his head, and couldn't help but pull the girl into his arms.

The temperature of his body was very low, with a bit of cold air, at this time his chin rested on Feng Qian's shoulder, and he hugged him very hard.

Feng Qian was a little confused.

His Highness said that he would let her stay with Shard for the rest of her life.

He was waiting for her in God's Domain.

But now, recalling the previous scene, it is clearly modern.

And here is also the mausoleum of her identity as Princess Le'an.

After a pause, Feng Qian stepped back a little, and took Qi Yin's hand.

"I'll take you out of here first."

Qi Yin nodded, and was led away obediently by the girl.

Feng Qian did not return the same way, she continued to walk forward, and after pressing another handprint, the stone wall moved and a new passage appeared.

"Is Ah Yin afraid?"

Feng Qian turned her head to look at the people around her. She raised her head slightly and blinked.

General Qi twitched the corners of his lips and lowered his eyes, "Princess is not afraid, how could the general be afraid."

The cold voice also made her hear a hint of arrogance for no reason.