Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 14: The Death of Memory
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The Xuanji Palace in the mid-spring night is exquisite, beautiful and unique, like a woman lying in the middle of the imperial city. The entire palace has one flower, one leaf, one beam and one column, all ingenuity, not like Xuanyuan's vast expanse. Walking in the direction of Kuang Shensu, deliberately to show the imperial majesty, there are not many tall buildings, but it is continuous and winding, winding and reciprocating, and there are pavilions in the hall and the hall, which is very special.
The very special consequence is...Meng Fuyao almost lost his way.
Although she and Changsun Wuji lived in the palace that night, they lived separately. She lived in Qixiuxuan and Changsun Wuji lived in the nearby Duanchang Pavilion. As usual, she really couldn't ask to live in the same yard with Changsun Wuji—— She can't tell Xuanji, the leader of the palace supervisor who is in charge of palace affairs, that she is used to living in the same house with Changsun Wuji?
It is estimated that the words will be spread out, and if they are added to the jealousy by the caring people, it is the biggest scandal of the Wuzhou Continent's royal family, the "same door" of Wuzhou Continent.
So Meng Fuyao had to live in Qixiu Xuan alone. That **** Xuan, the layout is elegant, but the design is dazzling, like a labyrinth. Pushing the mirror away is a house, and there is a house behind the house. The house is a flower garden. The flower garden has two floors. I can’t find the way back to the bedroom when I go through the flower garden for a while.
Meng Fuyao turned three times and couldn't find the door. She was fairly proficient in the game, but she had no idea about the messy abstract design of the Xuanji Palace designer. So she squatted angrily under the flower stand and the ingot in her sleeve. The adult sighed, and said, "Don't let me lose it if I didn't find it."
Master Yuan Bao showed a speechless expression to her, but someone suddenly said: "I knew you would lose it, and your brain is always tied when it shouldn't be tied."
Meng Fuyao looked up in surprise, looked at the corner of a lavender dress hanging from the tall flower stand, and smiled: "Why did you run here? This is a quiet night for a woman who trespasses... Well boudoir, I'm not afraid of being discovered Become the laughing stock of Wuzhou?"
"If you don't take advantage of the night of the night to rush into the female boudoir, don't you come in in broad daylight?" Changsun Wuji asked calmly, and laughed, "Don't you expect me to appear? Are you?"
Meng Fuyao laughed, raised his leg and stepped onto the flower stand, gently and cleverly sitting beside him, and said more calmly: "Yes, hope, I don't want to stay under this flower stand all night." /
The grandson Wou-ki turned his head and looked at the woman beside him with a smile-she has many benefits, but the biggest advantage is that she is not hypocritical, as clear as the most transparent piece of jade.
Meng Fu shook his head and looked at the sky. He understood the reason why Changsun Wuji had come. Yuheng was probably in this palace, and the two could no longer be separated.
"Wait a little longer, the lights will be turned off in the palace, let's go to Yongchang Hall to play around." Meng Fuyao said, "There are things you want to find answers to, you can only be there."
"Yeah." Changsun Wuji responded, sniffing the faint body scent of the woman beside him, which belongs to the refreshing and fragrant fragrance of the virgin, mixed in this flower stand of Weitang, Dendrobium hyacinth, and iris bauhinia. Being submerged, instead, there is a kind of surviving and independent, and she is only light and soft, a cloud floating in the satin-like purple, red, yellow and blue flowers, fragrant and scented in the misty night of stars .
Looking at her in this way, I suddenly felt thinking about her, looking at her thinking about her, thinking about her bright eyes, thinking about her slightly upturned eyes when she laughed, thinking about her Xinghua Tianying Here, Xiang sees the dawn.
Suddenly remembered, it seems that I haven't tasted her so close in a long time.
So he was very active immediately. He stretched out his hand to cover the waist of Meng Fuyao, who was thinking about his night plan, and quickly stole a kiss on the corner of her lips.
Meng Fuyao was startled, before he had time to react that the smell of the person was thick and loose, leaning on the flower stand and watching her eyes rippling with water and smiling, Meng Fuyao couldn't help but soften when he saw that look. He said in a tone: "His Royal Highness the dignified prince, more and more rats and dogs stealing, lack of decency, decency."
Zhang Sun Wuji smiled and said: "The one who steals incense is not to steal..." When he said, he suddenly turned his head and drank: "Who?"
In front of the side, a dark shadow that seemed so faint as not to flash across.
Meng Fuyao bounced up, twisting his body and leaping straight forward. The black figure was extremely fast, and his body had swept far away with a bullet. A vaguely spiteful look floated from one side in the air.
Though the eyes can feel the hatred and poison through the night at a distance, like a snake swimming silently out of a dark corner, the scarlet eyes staring strangely from a parallel angle, You can smell the shady smell from far away, and you feel instantly cold into your bones at the touch of your eyes.
Meng Fuyao sneered, spiteful? Who in this world has no poison in his heart? She Meng Fuyao joked and scolded and ran across the continents of the five continents shamelessly, but her heart was soaked in blood! Soaked in steel juice! Practiced in the fire! The same penetrated the hole, filled the wind, and became poisonous. I am not afraid that you will be more poisonous!
She was like a plain rainbow in the air, chasing endlessly across the sky in an instant, hearing the sound of the wind behind her clothes, not rushing, but always following beside her, knowing that the grandson Wuji Behind her, there was a sudden sense of peace and stability in her heart somehow, as if he was there, and he would never be afraid of no retreat.
There is a kind of people who don't need to do anything, which is the widest retreat in itself.
She chased after the wind whistling, the person in front of her was very strange. She swayed from left to right, and then was a blue smoke. It dissipated in an instant and gathered in an instant, and suddenly passed a corner in another dissipation. .
Meng Fuyao chased after him, and a black shadow jumped out from the corner. He changed the direction and ran straight. It seemed to be the northwest corner of the palace. Some, no longer had the feeling of dissipating like smoke, he ran for a while, suddenly twisted his body, and disappeared after hiding in a cluster of trees.
Meng Fuyao chased after the trees, but no one was seen behind the trees. She was stunned, stopped, and looked around. The flowers and trees on all sides were silent, the palace was half covered, and the moonlight and white water splashed all over the floor, but the people were really gone.
It's really hard for Meng Fuyao to believe that there are still people in the world who will be chased down under his nose. Of course, except for the top five of the top ten, but that is really Yuheng?
Listening to Tang Yizhong’s tone that day, Yuheng and the Xuanji imperial family are involved. Who is this person helping?
Behind him, there was a slight sound of wind, and Changsun Wuji drew near. When he approached, he made a slight flicking sound-this was the secret sign agreed upon by him and Meng Fuyao to avoid being exploited by the fake again.
"Gone?"
"Yeah." Meng Fuyao carefully searched around, feeling that a person disappeared out of thin air, mostly because of something authentic.
Zhang Sun Wuji raised his eyes and looked up, and said, "The Xuanji Palace is designed to be weird and complicated. Maybe it is to conceal something in the dark. You might as well look for it carefully." He suddenly pointed to a corner of the cornice exposed behind a bush in front of him. Said: "Look at Fuyao, that palace is a bit weird."
Meng Fu shook his head and saw a half-broken crimson cornice at the bottom of the night. There were long-aged black copper bells hanging down. The bells had been rusted, and the wind passed silently, swaying so leisurely in the wind, far away It looked like a puppet with stiff limbs that was suspended.
Just one glance, Meng Fuyao's heart was shaken.
At this moment, an unspeakable strange feeling suddenly emerged in my heart, like walking through the wild jungle and hearing the call of the ancient voices of the empty and long distance, which aroused the silent but surging resonance in the bloodline, and the storm beat the shore, but again Shen Qian faintly, like a majestic silent film staged before my eyes, thrilling, depressing and silent.
She shook.
As soon as Changsun Wuji reached out and held her, he leaned over to look at her with concern: "Fuyao?"
Meng Fuyao blinked, wondering how he had such a big reaction when he saw a corner of the cornice. Was it so similar to a ghost movie scene in the past life that I remembered so deeply that his heart was shaken?
Changsun Wuji looked into her eyes deeply, and suddenly said: "Fuyao, let's go back, didn't we say that we are going to the Yongchang Hall to explore tonight?"
"Yes..." Meng Fuyao looked at the sky, and I'm afraid it will be too late if he doesn't go. Besides, if Emperor Xuanji really loses his freedom of movement, there must be someone who doesn't want him to contact anyone. They want night tonight. Exploring the Yongchang Palace will definitely take a lot of trouble and must go early.
She raised her head and looked at the corner of the cornice. She had already adjusted her pace, but suddenly a gust of wind passed and the copper bell shook.
It shook silently, like a puppet who was given life at night, beckoning to her who wanted to choose to leave.
Meng Fuyao couldn't help but walked over.
She walked very slowly, it seemed that every step was muddy, without the usual briskness, but she herself didn't seem to be aware of this abnormal slowness, or that, at this moment, she suddenly didn't notice herself.
Zhang Sun Wuji looked at her slender back in the dark, her eyes flashed, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, just followed silently.
Meng Fuyao walked in that direction step by step, pushed aside the hidden layers of bushes, stepped over the enclosed, half-remaining flower wall, and stopped in front of an abandoned palace.
She raised her head and looked at the small palace of ordinary construction, hidden deep in the bushes, without the exquisite and complex features of the Xuanji Palace, and looked at the rusty door of the palace, mottled. The dark green moss-scarred palace wall, covered with vines, swayed under the cold white moonlight, like a pair of green ghost hands.
There seems to be a sudden flash of cold white moonlight in my mind, and the white light spreads out similar but very different pictures-the open palace door painted in crimson red, the neat and clean palace wall in light yellow, busy in and out The palace lady in green and the **** in purple stood alone in front of the palace gate, bending over gently, and said a word in a low voice.
She seemed to change her angle suddenly, and she needed to raise her head to see the golden copper bell on the cornice, the dark blue sky, and the delicate mandible on top of her head. The wind passed over the cornice, and the copper bell ding The bell rang, but it was not as good as the voice of that person.
The man is still talking, what is it saying? Say what?
The voice rushed in the distant memory, fuzzy and long, like a rain line written on the glass, drawing a hazy watermark on the originally bright and transparent glass. Those words have a feeling of fascination. Familiar is close at hand, but it seems far away.
Meng Fuyao tried hard to hear clearly, but suddenly felt a shock in his mind during such an effort. The earth-shaking pain came like a wave of pain, and the glass in the rain was instantly shattered, and the swaying perspective was hidden. The red palace gate and the pale yellow palace wall concealed, the eunuchs and palace ladies who entered and exited concealed, and the copper bells on the eaves disappeared.
She looked at the palace wall, walked forward slowly for a long time, and gently touched it, as if stroking the skin of her own body, carefully touching it from top to bottom. When she was about to reach the base of the palace wall, she suddenly hit her whole body with her heart. Cold, like being struck by lightning.
The blow hit the whole body and also hit the top of the head, the world was bright white, and all the sights could not be seen anymore. In the extreme dizziness, Meng Fuyao let out a low "ah", holding his head and pedaling. He backed away, making a painful gasp in his mouth.
A pair of warm hands suddenly pressed her shoulders, steadily and calmly, with faint heat, but with a light press like that, a stream of heat poured in, soothing her sudden chaotic innocence, and Changsun Wuji's slightly worried tone immediately It rang above her head and said in a low voice: "Shuyao, let's go back."
Meng Fuyao closed his eyes, opened them again, patted his hand silently, and then pressed his lips and took a step forward.
This is the attitude she gave to the decision at this moment, and it is also her consistent attitude towards life-to escape when it can be avoided, and to face it when it should not.
Knowing that it is painful, but not knowing it may cause even greater pain, because of fear and turning around and fleeing, she shouldn't have done what Meng Fuyao did.
She took that step gently, but firmly, and stepped onto the dusty palace steps. With her fingers, the brass lock fell.
The heavy rusty blackened copper lock fell into the palm of the palm, cold and rough, as if in this moment of mood, rubbed by the sand, as if silently with blood.
This door is right in front of you, and the stories that have been pushed in front of you countless times but have been bypassed countless times, after pushing this door, may no longer be able to escape.
Meng Fu shook his hand and stopped in the air.
But there was only a short pause, and then he pushed the door without hesitation.
"Squeak."
The door shaft that has not been oiled for a long time makes a heavy and long creak, like a dying person groaning in silence at midnight, and the moonlight is stretched indefinitely, pulling out a long corridor full of dead leaves.
The corridor is not long, connecting the three-entry courtyard, and the steps under the eaves are covered with spider webs, shaking and shaking in the wind, reflecting the silver light of the moon.
Meng Fuyao looked at this ordinary palace silently, still feeling familiar and strange. He felt that he had seen it, but he did not seem to be familiar with the bloodline. However, the details of some places are still involved. It was shocking at first sight.
She walked slowly along the corridor, and the fragile leaves made a faint noise on the soles of her feet, "chachachachacha", which seemed to be a long-lasting incomprehensible babble.
Meng Fuyao floated up the corridor like a wandering soul, and went straight to the third entrance of the palace along the direction of the corridor, and finally stopped in front of a small locked penthouse on the third entrance.
She stood in front of the house, tilted her head in confusion, her mind was surging, scene after scene was chaotic and broken scenes, those scenes flashed like a slide in her mind... Penthouse...woman in green dress...sorrowful mouth...dark narrow space...muddy bloodshot eyes...pale hands that smell of urine...
Meng Fuyao gave a sound and hugged his head. The chaotic fragments hit the blood all over his body suddenly, and then slammed into the barrier of memory. The memory that was voluntarily closed for self-protection in the subconscious was smashed by storm. Like a leaf of a boat in the **** whirlpool, there is nowhere to survive, and his brain is swelling and painful, as if thousands of small knives can't help being stirred, and a cold sweat suddenly bursts out.
So resisting... So resisting.
Meng Fuyao began to wonder if he could insist on entering the penthouse? Her January recuperation period has not yet arrived, and her skill is not at its peak, so she has finally stabilized her true Qi, so she can't get into trouble twice a month.
Behind him, Changsun Wuji suddenly stretched out his hand and held her very firmly, saying: "Swing, go. At least now, this is not the best time for you to face."
Meng Fuyao was silent for a while, then suddenly walked over, brushed away the thick dust on the window of his ear room, and looked inward.
An ordinary room came into view.
All the things were sunk in the dust, and it took a while to distinguish the rough outline, the bed...how many...baskets...the tent...the one behind the tent is dark, half-covered...
Meng Fuyao suddenly leaned back.
She fainted.
She fell into the arms of Changsun Wuji, her face was pale, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, her fingers rushed to catch her pulse, but she found that apart from the restlessness of her blood, she did not suffer any harm.
Fuyao... Maybe she was too resistant in her heart. Her dizziness was completely self-protective.
Zhang Sun Wuji held Meng Fuyao silently, thinking about her fainting from the corner of the cornice to the penthouse. What kind of fighting and torture had she experienced along the way? The memory was exhausted and forced her to flee. She gritted her teeth and resisted approaching desperately. In the end, she still lost.
Zhang Sun Wuji stood in front of the penthouse window, his eyes flashing across the room, as if he was going to take a look, but he didn't want to look at it and quickly adjusted it away. In the end, he just turned around and hugged the woman in his arms.
Leaning down gently, printed a gentle and delicate soothing kiss on the lips of the person in her arms.
"Fuyao...I am here."
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The wind is very cold.
The fragrance of autumn flowers in the wind.
A person calmly looked down and passed the delicate chin into his eyes.
Who is talking? The voice is near and far, rustling endlessly, but the tone is quiet, a bit cool, and a bit fragrant, but not floral.
The exquisite jaw was shaking, and the soft satin sleeves slipped over, as delicate as skin, everything was dark, but the person was bright, as if she had never had a brilliance in her life.
There are laughter and walking outside the window, bright sunshine, sunshine... long-lost sunshine.
Who in the shadow stretched out pale, thin fingers, like bird's claws, as small as a baby, with sawdust under the nails, nothing to pick up the sawdust... the only entertainment.
"...I'll go to the front waiter...please look after you, please...please..."
"Yes!" A brisk and loyal acceptance.
Suddenly, the small body trembled, horrified...infinite horror, as if the voice that sounded very faithful was the babble of the most terrifying demon in the world.
A big hand with a weird smell comes in...
The air suddenly fluctuated like water ripples, the scene was squeezed, folded, and whirled bizarrely, fast! Too fast to capture, she opened her eyes wide to put together a complete picture from the scene scattered in the space, but the more she looked at it, she became dizzy, until she was dizzy and shattered, and she was permanently sinking into the mud-like stickiness. In the dark...
"Fuyao...I am here."
I am here.
I am, I am, I am.
Who is calling in a low voice, gentle and thick, a cup of tea-like mellow sweetness, to dilute the inevitable bitterness in life.
Summon her in the dark realm, pull her in the mud trail.
Familiar smells come here, not flowers or trees, with an ancient charm.
Meng Fuyao slowly opened his eyes and looked into a pair of slightly eager, deep eyes.
The eyes caught the moment of her gaze, and they lit up immediately, and many inexplicable emotions flashed in that flash—anxiety, worry, anxiety, regret, pain, hesitation...
She has never seen the long-term Sun Wuji, who is as deep as the sea, and has such complex and antagonistic emotions.
The surrounding scenery became clear layer by layer, no longer turbulent like water waves, still the same as the flower vine frame before, she was in his arms.
"I'm okay." Meng Fu shook her body, jumped off the flower stand, looked at the Yongchang Hall that was sunken in the dark in the distance, and then looked at the direction she had just gone. After a long time, she said calmly: "According to the original Plan to act."
Zhang Sun Wou-ki did not dissuade or say anything, but he stroked her hair silently, watching her clamshell again rubbing the pain into the bottom of her heart, honed to flesh and blood in a place where no one can see, and then worked hard to accommodate it in the long run , Until containing the beads.
The world saw her energetic and energetic, but did not see the serious injuries that followed.
It’s not that I don’t feel bad, but I don’t dare to feel too distressed. If I feel too distressed, I’m afraid I can’t help but stop her.
She was never a woman willing to be wrapped and cared by him. She could be tender and tender, and let him spread out her wings to shut out all suffering and pain. Her wings were strong and broad, and she was always waiting to carry the wind and rain and fly high. Let her polish in the darkness of the world, how can she rush through the wave that is higher than the wave*?
Two figures flew silently in the darkness, and went straight to Yongchang Hall.
Yongchang Hall crouched silently in the night, and there were never many or fewer guards outside the hall. The two of them flashed, and they had been cut like scissors from the line of guards walking towards each other. The person walking at the end suddenly felt There was wind in the back of his head, but when he turned around, it was empty and no one was left.
The hall is divided into three parts, and the innermost is the sleeping hall. Meng Fuyao was about to fly by, and Changsun Wuji suddenly pulled her, led her to float silently for a few steps, and stuck to a palace wall.
She then vaguely heard the voice.
"...It's solved!"
The woman's voice is a bit sharp, like the voice of Queen Xuanji.
"...You finally can't take it anymore?" The voice was smiling, virgin-like, and the tone was a bit lazy and impatient. Meng Fuyao made a bang when he heard it, feeling that the blood in his whole body rushed to the top of his head. .
This is the voice!
Yuheng!
Her eyes are violent with murderous intent, but they appear and close again, and her whole body is even more stable as a rock—an expert like Yuheng can detect movement and murderous intent from dozens of feet away. No matter how angry she is, there is no need to rush. now.
"...I can't bear it..." Queen Xuanji seemed to be very angry. She walked around the room quickly, and stopped for a while and said: "A bunch of bastards!"
"What you wanted was not like this..." Yuheng still said in an unhurried voice, with a smile, "Isn't it said that someone needs to solve it again, if there is no accident, it is better to recover it?"
"How do you save that look? It's...oh!" Empress Xuanji seemed to want to scold her without scolding, and gave a bitter voice.
"Say it early, it's easy if you don't say it earlier, why..." Yuheng suddenly laughed softly, "...people can live to this day, and they're still eavesdropping outside the wall!"
"Boom!"
Yu Heng hasn’t finished his last sentence. Changsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao have both backed away. In that case, a palace wall suddenly collapsed, dust and rubble flying away, deep red flying all around The dark yellow glazed tiles all hovered and whizzed, turning into colorful lights in mid-air, and slammed them down!
"Hanging on the wall is not tired? How about I wait for you to sleep forever?"
When the rubble hits the air, one person laughs and steps down the steps, puts up his long sleeves, stands in the middle of the patio, and looks over with an eyebrow raised sideways.
His whole figure is like a piece of jade immersed in moonlight, white and soft, his eyes are thick and light, like a mottled shadow of a tree under the moonlight.
Meng Fuyao sneered and kicked, half of the palace wall was kicked up by her, and the wind rushed over.
"It's better for you to go to bed, first give you a quilt cover!"
She kicked out of the palace wall in front of her, but she moved up to the wall. The black placket was quickly washed away in the wind, crossing the sharp line like a knife.
"Look at grandma's flying carpet!"
Yu Heng looked at it with a smile, and stretched out his hand to greet him lightly. He slapped the wall with one hand, and grabbed Meng Fuyao, who was like a black cat on the wall, with a smile, and said with a smile: "Okay, I sleep together. You and I happen to renew that day of marriage."
Flying to the wall, the cold light of "Slaying the Sky" lights up.
A hand suddenly stretched out behind the wall.
The hand holding a handle of Jade Ruyi, silently broke through the brick wall, it seemed that it was not a stone but tofu, and it was handed over like a dragonfly, and the purple light flashed open a fan-shaped arc curtain, connecting a little Yuheng Eighteen big holes on the upper body!
Meng Fuyao immediately leaned back, leaped into the air and turned down from the wall, a head that took a few seconds to a minute, abruptly planted himself before Yuheng's heart, and lifted his hand, "killing the sky" black light Punch!
Yu Heng's body suddenly twisted.
When he twisted, all the bones all over his body seemed to be taken off, and he slid out softly and smoothly, and his sleeves snapped and flung it on the grandson Wuji Ruyi, tangled and wrapped around it. Ruyi crashed into the knife that Meng Fuyao whistled!
"Keng."
The low impact sound shocked the two of them. Ruyi and the sword flowed apart. The pieces of the sleeves flew down like butterflies. The purple light of Ruyi was rippling in the moonlight, and the sky was dark and the forest was cool.
Meng Fuyao borrowed that stroke and drew a long black line, twisted his waist in mid-air, changed his back and bowed, turned over three feet after a twist, and turned back to Yuheng, who was sliding past her side. By his side, long hair flicked and the black wave rose, covering Yu Heng's eyes for an instant, "killing the sky" cold electricity, suddenly turned out from the wave without any sound, and took Yuheng's eyes!
Yu Heng's body is surprisingly soft, turning like an eel around the "killing the sky", his head and feet almost touch each other in an instant, and then bounce back in an instant, a white stream of light travels backwards like a purple spring behind him. Passing in the same direction, the toes hooked at the moment they passed by, and once again with a sudden knock with Meng Fuyao's knives towards Changsun Wuji's Ruyi.
Meng Fu shook his body in the air and couldn't get the knife in the air, so he just threw his whole body into the arms of Changsun Wuji. Changsun Wuji took her with one hand, and turned around. The clothes between the two of them swirled in mid-air with a light purple and dark blue color. Arc shadow, and then fall leisurely.
We get along for a long time together, we know each other's martial arts well, and the tacit understanding comes naturally when we cooperate to defend the enemy. The embracing men and women floating in the air are like a new word by a famous artist.
The two landed leisurely, Meng Fuyao glanced at Changsun Wuji's wishful thinking during his busy schedule, worried that he would ruin his weapon. Fortunately, the three of them were top masters, and they were able to control their innocence freely. Chang Sun Wuji raised his eyes to She smiled and motioned for nothing.
Meng Fuyao sneered, and turned his head to stare at the pervert who likes to see each other's cannibalism most. This person has been deceived by his accomplices more than 80% of his life, and he is psychologically deformed.
"Think about how to die?" She "killed the sky" flatly lifted, staring at the person shrouded in moonlight.
"Do you think about how you died?" The man raised a faint eyebrow, and looked at her evilly with a pair of bony apricot-core eyes.
"Dare to love you in this life without being yourself, and live as someone else's shadow and echo bug." Meng Fu smiled, "It is a great sadness to have a mollusk like you among the top ten."
"Dare to love you in this life without being yourself, and live as someone else's shadow and echo worm." The man laughed, like a blue smoke in the moonlight, floating around endlessly.
Meng Fuyao's heart jumped, and Yixuan raised his eyebrows angrily: "Can you say something about yourself!"
The person ignored her, the mirror usually reflected her words back, even the tone of voice was exactly the same, "Can you say something about yourself!"
Meng Fuyao's heart was squeezed and painful again, as if being stabbed by something, causing her to rush through the embankment with a burst of hard work, but Sun Wuji suddenly said: "Fuyao!"
Meng Fuyao was shocked, and he heard Chang Sun Wuji in a deep voice: "Don't talk to him more, don't let him follow you!"
In an instant, Meng Fuyao woke up in his mind, and suddenly realized that this was another trick by the damned Yuheng. This man is ever-changing and dazzling. If he is not careful, he will fall into his humiliation. He can even talk. There is a problem.
On the other side, Yuheng is still smiling, this time senior Sun Wuji, "Don't talk to him more, don't let him follow you!"
"Be careful." Meng Fuyao saw that he had turned his target and reminded Changsun Wuji with concern. Changsun Wuji only smiled. He didn't avoid Yuheng's gaze, nor did he shy away from talking. He even said to Meng Fuyao: "This People intend to control you, don’t be fooled."
"This person intends to control you, don't be fooled by him."
Meng Fuyao stared at Xuesheng Yuheng and the eldest grandson Wuji, who was unconsciously being learned, jumped up in his heart, and Wuji fell into the middle too!
"Swing you back, and don't talk anymore." Changsun Wuji was still eagerly instructing her without realizing it, but his face seemed pale.
"Swing you and back away, don't talk anymore." Under the luminous light, Yuheng smiled, Jiao Ruo a good girl.
Meng Fuyao was very anxious, and Wuji was able to solve her art of trapping herself in Yuheng, what should I do? Help him out loud? Attract Yuheng's attention to his side? It seems that he can only control one person at a time.
Just as she was about to speak, the grandson Wuji suddenly turned away from looking at her, and slowly said: "How do you feel about marrying someone you love in your life?"
"The marriage I loved in my life..." Yuheng suddenly froze.
"Seeing her Fengguanxia and her married wife, the warmth of the red candle tent*, how do you feel?"
"Seeing her phoenix crown..." Yu Heng opened his mouth, his face turned blue, like a moonlight that was really blue.
"I'm really useless." Changsun Wuji ignored him, and sighed to Yue. "The top ten, Wu Jue, command all directions, but I can't change the Iraqi person."
"I really don't have...you!" Yu Heng was clearly struggling, his face turned pale and blue.
Meng Fuyao looked at his face, and suddenly understood that Yuheng’s "learning voice" was still a kind of will control technique, but any martial arts such as will control must have an absolute advantage and grasp, otherwise it will be necessary if you are not careful. Being backlashed, now Changsun Wuji first pretended to be controlled by him and paralyzed him with all his power, and then suddenly changed his mouth. A hammer was the key point, and he hit Yu Heng's most painful and weak heart, breaking his heart defense and disrupting his Not to mention Kongzi, he used his own poisonous language to master Yu Heng's pace. Yu Heng has been led by the grandson Wuji, and he can't help but if he doesn't want to follow him. If he follows, he ends up injured.
If it weren’t for the fear of disturbing the grandson Wuji, Meng Fuyao almost laughed at this moment, Yuheng, Yuheng, you are too much, your martial arts is higher than the two of me, but you forget that you are the number one in the continent of Wuzhou A fox, despising him, is tantamount to despising his own life!
Meng Fuyao was so happy that he couldn't help but squat down and laugh silently while holding his belly. While laughing, he slowly took out "Slaying the Sky", silently, and calmly pierced Yuheng's heart. .
"Even if you are trying to get everything done, you can't get a reunion with a broken mirror." Changsun Wuji looked at the moon, his tone was sad.
"It's just...it's..." Yuheng struggled, his face gradually turned pale, paler, thin paper, and cyan veins could be seen.
Meng Fuyao's knife is still three inches from the back of his heart.
Can't be fast, soon it will break the atmosphere of this moment and break the barrier of the heart barrier that Changsun Wuji is easy to set up.
"It's just that she is accompanied by others, in and out of pairs, how is this feeling?" The face under the moonlight of Longsun Wuji is like a jade, and the tone is as faint as the cool moonlight. Somehow, Meng Fuyao suddenly felt that what he said was not just talking about Yuheng's mood, but it seemed a bit... self-harming?
"I just saw her...He Kan...He Kan..." The corner of Yu Heng's mouth gradually began to bleed.
The tip of the knife slowly moved forward... there is still an inch!
Meng Fuyao's eyes are shining. She knows that tonight is a rare opportunity, and Yuheng is extremely strong. Under normal circumstances, she will not fall to this point. It is just that she was hit by Changsun Wuji in the most painful place and lost control instantly. , This situation will never happen again, after this time, not next time!
"Do not hesitate to be entangled, always follow, I just hope she can pay more attention to me." Changsun Wuji said softly, still looking at the moonlight, but his eyes suddenly fell like butterflies.
Fell on Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao's heart was shocked, and her knife hand softened and almost fell to the ground. She hurriedly hurryed to continue her slow work and murder.
Only one point left!
It's just that Xinhu lifted up this wave, but it was difficult to stop for a long time, and the ripples circled endlessly.
"There is no other wish in my life. I wish to stay with her for a long time, but I have to be one-hearted, and the white head will not be separated."
"In my life..." Yu Heng spouted a mouthful of blood.
"Heng!" A scream broke through the final moment.
Yu Heng suddenly raised his head, spitting his head up like a snake in moonlight!
The Changsun Wuji was shocked.
Meng Fuyao immediately dashed and jabbed!
"哧——"
The sound of the blade's cutting meat and the sound of skin cracking sounded almost at the same time, but Yu Heng rushed forward in the splash of blood, and pounced in the direction of Zhangsun Wuji. When he grabbed his fingers, the shadow of the empty claws appeared. Shocked and distracted, I felt "Slayer of the Sky" slipped, wiping an extremely hard and slippery thing, and slipped out of the range of the person's body.
Meng Fuyao was not reconciled, and turned around 360 degrees in the same place. With amazing flexibility, he turned himself over again, without turning his head back and making another cut.
Yu Heng had already bounced out, a few drops of blood spilled in the air, his body slid around in the air like a long snake, and he had fallen beside the rushing Queen Xuanji.
As soon as he landed, he grabbed Queen Xuanji's arm, and smiled, "You are still worried about me..."
Queen Xuanji shook him away, stomped her foot, and screamed: "Kill them, you can't stay!"
"That is, you can't stay." Meng Fuyao, blowing the blood on the knife, smiled, "Break your adultery, you can't stay."
"You bitch!" Queen Xuanji suddenly looked back, her eyes flushed, and she shouted, "You have the face to talk to this palace? Who doesn't know that the most shameless woman in the Wuzhou Continent is you? Take four, an ordinary slut, how to become the lord of the Three Kingdoms, naturally depends on you..."
"Pop!"
A hot slap in the face knocked her head.
Changsun Wuji faintly retracted his sleeves, and said faintly: "Go on, no matter who is by your side, I will kill you."
His tone was light, and even his expression did not fluctuate. Empress Xuanji covered her face, stared at him, and sizzled through her teeth for a long while: "Long Sun Wuji, you are also a cheap..."
"Pop!"
The sound became crisper and hotter, making Queen Xuanji tilt her head back.
Meng Fuyao sneered while rolling up his sleeves, and said with a sneer: "You dare to say a word about him, I don't care who is protecting you by your side, I must take out your heart to see what color."
"You two are good at blowing." Yuheng finally spoke. He didn't care about Queen Xuanji who stepped back and howled and crying. He just stared coldly at Changsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao, "I thought I was careless for a while. Is your Tao doomed to lose?"
Meng Fuyao said with a short knife, "You can try."
Yuheng sneered and was about to speak, when the door of the hall behind him was suddenly knocked open, the old and haggard Feng Xuan stumbled and rushed out, leaning on the window, unable to breathe, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong...what's wrong... …"
Meng Fuyao looked at this haggard but still handsome man, and carefully looked at his brows, suddenly thunder flashed in his heart, and a bold thought flashed in an instant.
I should have lived in this palace, and my face is exactly the same as someone. Will that person also live in this palace, then, will Feng Xuan know her?
Rather than fainting when you touch the old things in that abandoned palace, try to let others discover her.
If he recognizes her, if he recognizes her...
She flew up suddenly.
The sleeves flicked, and the fire folds from the sleeves flew out and hit a bunch of flowers and trees nearby. The fire folds ignited at the sight of the wind, and the flames ignited in an instant, illuminating the dark palace deliberately without lighting.
Feng Xuan on the window raised her head in amazement.
Meng Fuyao rushed towards him, raised his hand to tear off the mask--
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Recommend my friend Li Zheng’s new article "Yu Ruyi", a pretty name, right? Zheng is also a veteran drama writer with a good writing style. There is a link to the introduction.