The sun is just right, but the wind at the border is ruthlessly blowing on people's cheeks.

What was expected in the eyes of a pair of Danfeng, but in the end, I didn't find the woman I was thinking about day and night on the high city wall.

At this moment, it seemed that at the end of the sunshine, a white shadow slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

The wind blew three thousand whites and fluttered, and the white clothes were reflected in everyone's eyes.

The golden sunlight shone on Feng Wuxin. After six years of separation, we met again, but the red eyes were cold.

But the man under the city wall smiled. This was the first smile from the heart in six years.

Six years have been there.

Whether in dreams or in memories, Feng Wuxin's shadow appears all the time, her joys, sorrows, her treacherous and black heart, everything about her is so real, but everything is far away in the sky.

Whenever he dreams at midnight, he meets Feng Wuxin in his dream, as long as he reaches out his hand to hold Feng Wuxin in his arms and tells his longing for so many years, the figure in his arms will disappear.

After more than six years, he finally met Feng Wuxin again.

Looking at the white shadow on the city wall, Jiang Moyi smiled, just like an ordinary husband who saw his wife who had not returned for a long time.

White clothes, white, red eyes.

But Feng Wuxin is still the same Feng Wuxin, and has never changed.

"I haven't seen each other for more than six years, and my wife has lost weight."

One sentence represents all emotions, and at the same time it suppresses, suppresses the love that still lasts, and the longing hidden in my heart that I have not dared to express for more than six years.

So strong, so intense that every word and every breath can make people clearly feel Jiang Moyi's love for Feng Wuxin.

However, this kind of love is indeed the most useless existence in Feng Wuxin's eyes.

His blood-red eyes looked at the man under the city wall, wearing black armor, noble, domineering, evil and arrogant, afraid that he could not describe him in all the words in the world.

But from the moment you step on the city wall, maybe from the land of the seven kingdoms, or from the day you fall from the cliff of Xiangsi Jue.

The man in front of him is no longer Mo Yi.

Mo Yi?

hehe!

For six years, whenever the name of this person is mentioned, the increasing pain is coming.

The pain of life is worse than death reminds Feng Wuxin all the time, this pain, this hatred, and this betrayal that penetrates into the bones was given by that person.

Brother Lie died and her child died. The root of everything and all the disasters were caused by this man named Jiang Moyi.

How ridiculous!

Before entering the city wall, she also thought about the scene when she met that person again.

She thought she would hate herself so much that she could not help herself. When she really saw that person, she never thought about the peace she showed.

Perhaps, from the day she was reborn under the cliff of lovesickness, the hatred in her heart would be nothing else except Ai Mo.

The blood-red eyes fell on Jiang Moyi's body, clear, cold, and faint.

After more than six years of separation, we met again. When we saw that face again, the only thing that filled Feng Wuxin's eyes and heart was hatred, endless hatred.

Jiang Moyi's familiar and unfamiliar voice echoed in his ears, echoing in everyone's ears. The voice of Mrs. makes people feel particularly awkward, but in Jiang Moyi's mouth it was so natural that it was just like when he was in Qiansui Mansion six years ago, he was still Qiansui, and Feng Wuxin was still his wife.

But everyone knows that neither Jiang Moyi nor Feng Wuxin can go back.

Jiang Moyi is the emperor of Jiang Kingdom, the master of tens of thousands of people. He holds the power of life and death in his hands and occupies the world.

Feng Wuxin is Shura who has returned to revenge. Even if he tramples on the mountains and rivers, he will kill all the people who have lost her and beneath the Red Feather Sword.

The only intersection between the two is probably hatred.

But the love in Jiang Moyi's eyes was even more intense, making people mistakenly think that he was the husband who took Feng Wuxin home.

"His Majesty Jiang is afraid that he has recognized the wrong person."

Finally, a cold voice slowly flowed out of Feng Wuxin's mouth, and every word was filled with a cold chill.

Just like the feeling that Feng Wuxin gives people, it is cold to the heart.

But the more this happens, the more I want people to hold it in my arms and melt the cold woman with the temperature of my body.

Above the high city wall, a white dress fluttered with the wind, and a pair of red eyes looked so ghostly against the backdrop of their eyes.

But at this moment, Feng Wuxin was so charming, just like a nine-tailed demon fox, making people unconsciously fall into it and unable to extricate themselves.

"How could a husband recognize the wrong person? During the time when the wife left home, she missed her husband all the time. I wonder if the wife also missed her husband."

Gentleness, smile, love, and all kinds of emotions fill the eyes.

Since the moment Feng Wuxin appeared, Jiang Moyi's eyes stopped on her and never moved away.

Such a hot gaze seemed to burn everything, but it couldn't melt the ice in the woman's eyes.

The words and sentences used in Jiang Moyi's words tell everyone the relationship between him and Feng Wuxin.

If someone who is unaware of the situation, he will definitely think that Emperor Jiang is a good husband who is infatuated with his wife's return.

But the truth of the matter is very cruel.

If it weren't for Jiang Moyi, Feng Wuxin wouldn't have suffered six years of pain, and wouldn't have blamed himself for six years because of Xiahou Lie's death, and wouldn't have caused the disaster in his heart to be unable to overcome because of the loss of his child.

Now, Jiang Moyi had an expression of nothing, and smiled and said to Feng Wuxin that his wife had lost weight after six years of separation.

"miss?"

Repeating the words from Jiang Moyi's mouth, Feng Wuxin sneered, and the cold smile extended from the corner of his eyes to his lips, as if he was listening to the funnyest joke in the world.

"I should remind you one thing. Feng Wuxin, six years ago, had already died and was forced to death by you under the cliff of Acacia."

Feng Wuxin reminded Jiang Moyi word by word that she was no longer the idiot she had from six years ago at this time.

She had died before, and died completely, and was buried under the cliff of Acacia and was wiped out.

Now she is reborn and returns for revenge.

No matter how much else you say, it's unintentional.

"If His Majesty Jiang still has a brain, you should remember that six years ago, the crossbow arrow not only killed Mrs. Qiansui, but also killed the unformed fetus in Mrs. Qiansui's womb."

As he said that, the smile outlined on the corner of his lips became even stronger. Feng Wuxin took a step forward, and the white clothes fluttered with his movements. The seven wild wolves following Feng Wuxin also grinned at Jiang Moyi. If any action this man did, they would definitely rush out to bite him to death as soon as possible.
Chapter completed!