"In four years, four years, I could have told Wuxin the truth."

Standing on the eaves, Ziyun Zhenren looked at the night sky in the distance, her gentle eyes filled with love.

Jiang Moyi, who was standing beside him, wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed all the words and replaced them with other words.

"Some things cannot be said after all. You understand this better than me. Feng Wuxin is Feng Wuxin. Feng Wuxin's identity in this life can only be Jiang Moyi's wife."

Some words that cannot be said too clearly, but he believed that Ziyunming would not have said anything or done nothing in four years, letting Feng Wuxin be by his side and forget everything before.

He had some understanding of this pain, but the same thing is said: Feng Wuxin is Jiang Moyi's wife, and this identity is something they can never change.

"Jiang Qingmo."

Ziyun called Jiang Qingmo's name, and the smile on the corner of her lips added pain. Perhaps it was because of the accumulated emotions that had been accumulated for too long and had to find someone to vent.

"From the moment I received your letter, I knew that I would be entangled with Wuxin again in this life. During the four years, I looked at her and smiled, watched her make a fuss, and looked at everything about her. Every scene seemed to have returned to a long time ago."

How long has it been, even Ziyun himself forgot the time.

But even though time flies, he remembers, he remembers everything, even after life, he still remembers it in the deepest part of his mind.

Jiang Qingmo, who was standing next to Ziyun, sighed slowly as he listened to him talking about what happened a long time ago.

It turns out that the owner of this body is the same. Anyone who is involved in Feng Wuxin is suffering. It is precisely because of this that she has to work hard to break free from the shackles and let everyone regain freedom.

"Everything goes with the flow is not something you and I can interfere. The most we can do is help, otherwise everything will return to its original origin."

"Yes, so I held back."

The meaning of the conversation between the two men is unclear, so Feng Wuxin naturally doesn’t know what the content of the conversation between them means.

"There is one more thing that I have to tell you."

Ziyun Zhenren felt it was necessary to talk about this matter with Jiang Qingmo. After all, this matter was related to Feng Wuxin, and this kind of thing had never happened before.

"In the four years of Wuxin and the deity's practice, there was an unknown dark force that had always wanted to pull Feng Wuxin into the abyss, and the same was true in his sleep."

This is also why Ziyun Zhenren appeared in Feng Wu's atrium in the middle of the night.

I don’t know why, nor when it started. Whenever Feng Wuxin was asleep, a kind of power would appear beside Feng Wuxin. This power was difficult to detect, but it did appear.

"What's the meaning?"

Jiang Qingmo frowned. Dark power always wanted to pull Feng Wuxin into the abyss?

“Literally.”

Ziyun talked about the things that had happened to Feng Wuxin for the past four years. The dark power appeared regularly, and every full moon night, the power was even more powerful.

"Didn't the full moon night be the full moon night today?"

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingmo and Ziyun looked at each other and jumped toward Feng Wuxin's room.

At this time, Feng Wuxin was in the dream.

A world of flowers, still the familiar dream.

Petals fell down, surround Feng Wuxin's fingertips.

Feng Wuxin stretched out his hand and counted the petals at his fingertips. What appeared on the petals were the memories of Gu Yunya, the old man Qi in Yancangzhou and others.

I think about it every day and dream about it at night. I am afraid that Jiang Qingmo told her about the seven kingdoms, so she had some images in her dreams.

"lady."

At this moment, a voice appeared out of thin air, and the sound was very weak, but it made Feng Wuxin stunned.

This sound This sound is

"lady!"

Another word from the lady sounded, and Feng Wuxin turned around and looked at the source of the sound.

I saw a black mist gradually condensed in the white sea of ​​flowers, and a black figure appeared in front of Feng Wuxin.

As soon as he gathered up his black long gown, the familiar handsome face appeared in Feng Wuxin's eyes in his eyes. His slender phoenix eyes rose slightly, and his eyes were filled with tenderness and pampering that could not be described in words.

Standing in a daze without going forward, Feng Wuxin looked at the figure with tears in his eyes.

At some point, tears in the eyes broke out and the thread was rushing out. Feng Wuxin raised his hand and wiped the falling tears with his sleeves.

"Madam, why are you crying?"

The black figure walked forward, and the slender fingertips slowly oozed out to touch Feng Wuxin, but in the end, it was blocked by a barrier.

The figure reflected in Feng Wuxin's red eyes was Jiang Moyi. A black aura filled his body, and the two looked at each other.

"Madam, come here for your husband and let your husband hug you."

Jiang Moyi opened his arms and signaled Feng Wuxin to step forward. Feng Wuxin, who was standing there, looked at the familiar figure and moved unconsciously.

One step, two steps, three steps

Gradually, the distance between the two was only three steps away. There was an invisible wall between them. As long as Feng Wuxin crossed this wall, he could embrace Jiang Moyi.

But just as Feng Wuxin was about to take the next step, he stopped.

"Madam, come here and let your husband hold you."

Feng Wuxin, who stopped, looked at Jiang Moyi and quietly. The smile on the corners of his lips was so beautiful, and there was also a hint of bitterness.

"Thank you."

Thank you for slowly flowing out of Feng Wuxin's mouth. Looking at Jiang Moyi, Feng Wuxin refused to advance and retreated instead.

"Why, does the lady want to see her husband?"

"Think, think every day and night."

She wanted to see Jiang Moyi, the man who was not involved with her, wanted to hold him tightly in her arms, and asked him if he had ever thought about himself in such a long time.

She never thought about it, but she couldn't do it at this moment.

The person in front of him is not Jiang Moyi.

"Thank you for becoming Jiang Moyi for letting me see him."

The figure was obviously shocked by Feng Wuxin's words, but soon put away the same expression.

"The lady is talking about why she is not understanding what she is talking about."

Master Jiang Moyi, who was blocked by an invisible wall, asked Feng Wuxin to step forward.

"I miss you for my husband, come here quickly, madam."

"I miss you too." She also missed Jiang Moyi, but the person in front of her was not Jiang Moyi, but she only looked like Jiang Moyi. Although she didn't know who the figure who turned into Jiang Moyi in her dream was, she intuition told her that she couldn't go there.
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