webnovelvip Chapter 103 Shen Yuan Nian Xue 14
Chapter 103 Shen Yuan Nian Xue 14
Feng Zhiyuan originally wanted to imitate the statue's movements and stand still, so that Fu Siqian could see how similar he was, but he unexpectedly found out.
He stood beside the statue, imitating the angle of the statue to lower his head, and looked down, only to see a faint shape on the ground, forming a picture of an unknown pattern, the light was too dark to see clearly.
Hearing his words, Fu Siqian rushed over immediately, saw him staring at the ground, followed his line of sight, turned his head for a while, and asked in doubt: "Where is there something?"
Feng Zhiyuan pointed to the ground: "There seems to be some patterns."
Fu Siqian looked again, but he still didn't find the pattern Feng Zhiyuan said.
"Can't you see it? Come here, stand next to me, and look in the direction of the statue's line of sight." Feng Zhiyuan stepped aside, "Put the glazed lamp on the ground, the pattern is more complicated, and the light is too dim can not see clearly."
Fu Sigan put the glazed lamp on the ground according to his words, and made a base under the lamp in the shape of a human skull, and the light came out from the holes of the two eyes. Although there is a bit of exquisite meaning that Feng Zhiyuan said, this glazed lamp is really tasteless. , the two holes are facing one place and it is not too bright, it is probably just a decoration.
Fu Siqian couldn't compliment Feng Zhiyuan's taste, coupled with the origin of this lamp, he couldn't help it, and said politely: "Why do you like this kind of glazed lamp, it's not very delicate, is it?" , I don’t think it can compare to your previous style.”
Feng Zhiyuan asked casually, "Do you know what my style used to be?"
He just said it casually, and he didn't realize the tone of the words, but he couldn't help that the speaker didn't care and the listener didn't.
What Fu Siqian hated the most was that he didn't accompany Feng Zhiyuan earlier. Hearing this, his heart was inexplicably poked, and he said silently: "I don't know, only Yan Fangshi knew."
Yan Fangshi and Yan Zhen both knew his small characters that were unknown to outsiders, so one can imagine how good Feng Zhiyuan has a good relationship with him.
Fu Siqian really didn't want to be a person who eats jealousy all day long, but he couldn't control his emotions, and the apex of his heart was bitter from the sourness.
Fu Siqian is quite an awkward person, he usually talks about jealousy, carelessly tossing, making Feng Zhiyuan laugh, and seeing Feng Zhiyuan coaxing him, most of them are just for fun.
If he is really jealous and ruthless, he is determined not to make it public, and will only poke his claws secretly to test, revealing a little bit of emotion. It is good if it can be seen, but if it is not seen That's it.
In short, he wanted Feng Zhiyuan to coax him, but he also didn't want Feng Zhiyuan to know about it, so he held back his words until the end with a bit of yin and yang.
Feng Zhiyuan was concentrating on observing the pattern on the ground, and was stabbed unexpectedly. What does it have to do with Yan Fangshi, and why did he mention him?
At this time, Fu Siqian had already moved over slowly, but he didn't rub his hands and feet beside him as usual, just looked down at the glazed lamp without saying a word.
Feng Zhiyuan was confused: "???"
Things have to be done, people have to be coaxed, and they can't be delayed.
Feng Zhiyuan is well versed in this, and even if he forgot about studying the pattern on the ground, he curled his eyes, revealing a little softness: "Master, what's wrong?"
Fu Siqian didn't pay attention, he was still thinking about what happened just now, he felt awkward looking at the glazed lamp on the ground, wishing he could smash it to pieces.
But he couldn't do that, he just pointed at the light, it couldn't be fixed if it was broken.
"Master? Fu Sigan? Sigan? Agan? Do you?"
Feng Zhiyuan softened his voice on purpose, as if acting coquettishly, this kind of pitiful play was useless after he took off Feng Tinghan's vest, and now he picked it up without any psychological barriers.
Fu Sigan couldn't hold back his expression, he was still awkward, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard Feng Zhiyuan call some nonsense titles in such a soft voice.
Feng Zhiyuan came to scratch his palm: "Aren't you angry after laughing?"
He was still struggling emotionally, but his body reacted first. Fu Sigan was so tired that he could only choke out one sentence: "What are you barking, you did it on purpose, you are so annoying."
"That's right, I did it on purpose." Feng Zhiyuan didn't think there was a problem at all, and said confidently, "I'm so annoying, so you're annoying me?"
Just as Fu Siqian was about to explain, he heard Feng Zhiyuan sighed quietly, and said to himself: "It's useless if you're bored, anyway, you already have to be with me, and since we're together, even if you're bored Can't escape."
Use the softest tone, the most euphemistic words, to express the hardest meaning.
"Really, I lost to you."
Fu Siqian sighed helplessly, and pulled Feng Zhiyuan into his arms. His bottom line was in front of this person, and the only result was defeat.
"I didn't mean to say that you are annoying, and I will never think that you are annoying, but I just want to say, don't try to escape, and don't even think about being with anyone else. I will keep you by my side as long as I live One day, if one day I'm going to die—"
Fu Siqian laughed in a low voice, like bloody madness, spit out a frightening words: "Then I have to take you with me."
I have never been a saint, nor do I consider myself a noble person. I will dissect the most despicable self for you to see. I hope you know how I am and how deep my love is.
This is my promise to you, and also the shackles I give you.
He's probably crazy.
Feng Zhiyuan didn't speak for a long time, he was like a well-behaved and ignorant cat, soft and obedient, he wouldn't even stretch out his paws to resist.
"What if I die first?"
Fu Siqian did not hesitate: "I will revive you at all costs."
This was the choice he had made.
"What if you can't be resurrected?"
A muffled sound came from his bosom, and together with the vibration in his chest, it reached his heart.
Fu Siqian said lightly, "Then I will accompany you."
If I can't accompany you to see everything in the world, then I will always follow in your footsteps.
Live or die.
Amidst the lights, flickering and dark intertwined, Feng Zhiyuan raised a pair of bright eyes: "When I first arrived at Wuji Mountain, I thought that even if I was a ghost, I would never let you go, but now it seems that I am right. realized."
Fu Siqian: ...How crooked is it to realize the saying "I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost"?
Going around and going back to the previous topic, Feng Zhiyuan was puzzled and said, "So why were you angry just now?"
After declaring that he was dead or not, Fu Siqian's sense of security was greatly improved, and now he can talk about the things that made him sour just now without changing his expression.
Fu Siqian sighed: "Seeing that you have kept the lamp that Yan Fangshi gave you, I'm just a little annoyed. I missed all about your past."
The front is the primer for starting the fire, and the back is the source of the fire. Feng Zhiyuan understood what was going on as soon as he heard it. This person was jealous when he was eating Yan Fang, and he was jealous when he was with Yan Fang when he was in the past. .
Feng Zhiyuan never thought that a person like Fu Siqian would feel regretful because of this kind of thing. In his impression, Fu Siqian is a person who is often unruly and has a very strong personality. Similar to this kind of grievance, he is really very similar to this person. do not match.
So in a relationship, everyone will care about everything.
Feng Zhiyuan wanted to enlighten him, but in the end he found that he had nothing to say, the explanation had already been explained, and now he could only wait for time to present everything and prove it with actions.
Probably finally felt hypocritical, Fu Siqian touched his nose, and changed the subject a little unnaturally: "Where is the pattern you just mentioned?"
Feng Zhiyuan followed the good example: "I suspect that this cave has been carefully arranged. The pattern probably needs to be the same height as the statue, and can be seen from the same angle. You can try it with a short body."
Facts proved that Feng Zhiyuan's guess was correct, the cave was dim and gloomy, with only a little light coming from the hole, and with that light, Fu Siqian squinted his eyes and carefully studied the patterns on the ground.
It was like a painting, composed of circles and other shapes. The drawing was rough, and it was barely recognizable as a human figure. The length and width of the painting were limited, showing a strange discontinuity. It looked like a painting. A part of it, a clear dividing line can be clearly seen at the edge.
Fu Siqian stared at the dividing line for a while, then tried to move to the side, still maintaining the same height as the statue, and then he saw the expected picture.
Looking at the direction in which his gaze shifted, the painting has been extended for a part, and the previously clear dividing line has also disappeared. The original truncated edge has been connected with the follow-up, but a new dividing line and discontinuity have appeared at the edge.
Fu Siqian already had a guess in his mind, so he followed the same pattern and turned around the statue. Sure enough, every time he shifted a little bit, he could see the follow-up of the picture he saw from the last angle.
Looking around the statue, the picture can just form a circle, with the statue as the center, this continuous portrait is narrating one thing.
Feng Zhiyuan lost interest after looking at it for a while, he began to study the statue that was exactly like himself, touching his face for a while, looking at his clothes for a while, having a great time.
He was plotted by Yan Junxing before, and he saw some pictures about his previous life, in which he and the God of War of the North Sea, that is, Fu Siqian in his previous life, had a relationship. From the beginning to the battle of Fengyuan, his memory only recovered here. As for Fengyuan He obviously died in Liuhuoyuan during the war, why he was resurrected and reincarnated, I didn't think about it.
All traces of his previous life were deliberately erased. He didn't know what happened after the battle of Feng Yuan, but left and right should not be important.Feng Zhiyuan looked at the statue, thinking that he was more interested in what happened in Fu Siqian's previous life, after all, some things about the God of War in the North Sea mentioned in the ancient books that he read were beyond the comprehension of capable people.
For example, this person set up an enchantment in Liuhuoyuan, and a person stayed in it for 300 years. For example, once the 300 years came, this person left Liuhuoyuan, went to the Sifang Heaven Realm, and killed millions of divine soldiers. For another example, this person set off the battle of killing gods, killing all the gods and Buddhas in the sky in ancient times, and he himself jumped into the abyss of flowing fire.
Each of these things is very unimaginable, but it can be confirmed that the God of War of the North Sea did it.
The Liuhuoyuan that appeared frequently was the place where his bones were buried in his previous life. Feng Zhiyuan thought, maybe after the battle of Fengyuan, the God of War of the North Sea might have regretted it. For a full 300 years.
But these things can't be studied anymore, because the God of War of the North Sea is dead, and the only person beside him now is Fu Siqian. In his heart, these are two people, and he has never regarded Fu Siqian as the God of War of the North Sea.
This is also one of the reasons why Feng Zhiyuan can deal with the grudges in his previous life rationally.
Fu Siqian looked at the whole painting together, starting from the perspective of the statue, and clockwise just connected the stories described in the painting.Because the person who left this painting is really not good at painting, he spent a long time, guessing and guessing, exerting his extreme imagination, and finally connected the meaning of the picture together.
To put it simply, two people made a "container" together, and that "container" gradually turned into a human form, and then it was stored, and there was no follow-up.
The way the "container" was made inexplicably reminded Fu Siqian of puppet art, which is the secret art of ordering people mentioned by Yin Su in Qiwu Villa.But when you think about it carefully, it is very different. Puppetry is carried out with the help of existing corpses, but what is shown in the picture is to artificially create a body, and then endow this body with a soul.
Who knows how he would connect the two.
The statue was carved so lifelike that even the storage bracelet on the wrist was intact, and a jade belt was adorned on the forehead. The middle of the jade belt was sunken, and the sunken place was in the shape of a ball, all of which were patterns from the ancient times.
This storage bracelet is much more delicate than what Zhaosimu wants. It is a style worn by men. It is engraved with exquisite totems, which seem to have some flame patterns. Curious, Feng Zhiyuan stretched out his hand to fiddle with it.
"Click!"
With a soft sound, the storage bracelet was opened, and a lot of things fell out of it.
From Fu Siqian's perspective, Feng Zhiyuan was also surprised: "This storage bracelet is actually real!"
Under the dim light of the hole, the two glanced at the things on the ground with complicated emotions.
Fu Siqian said seriously: "Is there a painting and a glazed lamp in that pile?"
After a while, the cave was full of light. An exquisite glazed lamp was placed on the ground. Although the shape was a little hard to describe, the intensity of the light was hundreds of times better than that of the hole. At least the whole cave was brightened.
Fu Siqian looked at the torso-shaped glazed lamp that had just been lit on the ground and fell into thought. After a long while, he said very seriously: "It seems that this statue is similar to your taste."
Feng Zhiyuan was speechless: "..."
It's not the same, one has only a skull, and the other has no skull. When put together, it happens to be the shape of a complete person.
Fu Siqian took the extremely useless glass lamp with holes in it, and put it on the torso glass lamp on a whim.
Feng Zhiyuan: "..."
This damn thing actually made up a complete human form!
The seamless joint of the neck and neck makes one have to doubt whether these two exquisite lamps are originally a pair.
With the light from the torso glazed lamp, the two holes in the skull glazed lamp emitted intense light. If the faint light just now was listless, now the light is seeing something that makes it extremely excited.
Under the light of the hole, Feng Zhiyuan asked sincerely: "Could it be that this statue is really me?"
Fu Siqian was noncommittal, and picked up the painting that fell on the ground. As he expected, this painting was exactly the same as what he saw just now when he turned the angle. The only difference was that there were annotations on this painting.
Complicated annotations in ancient texts.
How complicated is it?The characters that have been discarded for an unknown period of time look like a mess of twists and turns.
Fu Siqian: "..."
I felt like I was a sand sculpture when I turned around and looked at the painting on the ground just now.
"What's on this painting?" Feng Zhiyuan moved his head closer, "Hey, it's about making puppets."
Fu Siqian raised his eyes suddenly: "How did you see it? Can you understand the words on it?"
Feng Zhiyuan looked surprised: "There are words on it?"
Fu Siqian didn't know how to evaluate it for a while, and pointed to the annotation on the painting blankly: "...here."
Feng Zhiyuan was even more shocked: "I thought it was a bunch of stars."
Countless tangle-shaped stars?Although the mess is more pleasing to the eye, you can't go too far and call it a star!
Star grievance jpg.
Fu Siqian took a deep breath to calm down, and raised his eyes suddenly again: "You can't understand the words on it, but you can understand the meaning of this painting?"
Feng Zhiyuan nodded, not understanding why he was taken aback, and said seriously: "Isn't there all in the painting, it's obvious, easy to understand."
Easy to understand?This painting of free will?
The world is too psychedelic, Fu Siqian began to doubt himself, he stuffed the painting in his hand to Feng Zhiyuan, as if he had suffered a heavy blow, he sighed a long time: "Then let's see what is going on with this easy-to-understand painting. What did you say?"
"It's obvious at a glance." Feng Zhiyuan pulled him to sit next to the complete human-shaped glazed lamp, "Come on, let me tell you one by one. Look at the first one. It shows two people searching for the right one. The materials are placed in the mountains with strong spiritual power for preparation, as can be seen from this painting, those materials are very scarce and not easy to find."
Fu Siqian looked at the place he was pointing at. He drew two figures similar to stick figures. One was standing with nothing in his hands, the other was holding a triangle in his arms, and behind them was a bigger one. triangle.
"This second painting is about the production process. You can see that these are prepared materials and tools. From left to right, I think they should have failed many times. You can see that there are a lot less materials."
Fu Sigan was expressionless, looking at the two triangles on his fingers. The former was nearly twice as large as the latter. Next to the stickman holding the triangle was an oval-like shape with many short lines and spots in the circle.
"The third picture is when the production is successful. This smaller one... let's call it a puppet. This puppet is not alive at this time, and it is almost like a puppet. Then the fourth picture is the person who made the puppet. Putting the puppets into the mountains, I guess this is to endow the puppets with souls, and Yin Qi breeds ghosts and human souls, I think if they want to give birth to souls, they should find a place with more Yin Qi to do this."
Fu Siqian has no feeling for the stickman and the triangle square together, anyway, he can't interpret it as vividly as Feng Zhiyuan, and it is already the limit to guess that it is related to the puppet.
"In the end, the producer transmits his own blood and some ideas to the puppet. This should be to make the puppet realize what he wants to do, and there will be nothing later. It seems that the producer does not know what will happen to the puppet later. Do it." Feng Zhiyuan raised his head from the painting and commented, "The people who make the puppets are very good. I have also thought about giving life and even souls to dead objects, and I also used this idea to make a mustard environment. , I didn’t expect someone to do it a long time ago.”
Following his words, Fu Siqian asked, "Will the created puppet produce its own consciousness? If it has its own consciousness, will it refuse to complete the tasks arranged by the maker?"
Feng Zhiyuan immediately denied it: "Even if it has a soul later, it is still different from human beings in essence. Generally, the creators will set restrictions on the puppets so that they cannot disobey orders and cannot harm the creators, but I don't know if this puppet is a puppet. How will the creators set up restrictions."
"You know a lot about these things." Fu Siqian looked at the painting and said casually, "If it's true as you said, I don't know who the creator of this painting is, and who is that puppet."
Feng Zhiyuan didn't make a sound, he was still thinking about what Fu Siqian said before, there are not many puppets in the devil world, and he didn't read any classics about these aspects in his impression, so why did he know so much?Those words were just blurted out, as if they had always existed in his subconscious.
Feng Zhiyuan lowered his eyes silently, covering the surging emotions in his eyes.
Fu Sigan rummaged through all the things that fell on the ground. Most of them were messy gadgets. He didn't find anything else of value, so he looked it over and threw it aside.
Feng Zhiyuan is quite interested in these little gadgets, picking and playing with them one by one, and boasting "interesting" from time to time.
"Is it really that fun?" Fu Siqian leaned over, "What is this?"
Feng Zhiyuan was fiddling with the small thing in his hand, it was a small mechanism similar to wooden blocks, it could be moved, like a small box, when you shook it, you could hear the sound of "clang, clang" inside.
Feng Zhiyuan had a great time playing, distractedly replied: "It seems to be a lock, maybe there is something hidden inside."
As soon as the words fell, the small mechanism in his hand opened with a "click", and a round bead fell out of it.
Fu Siqian remembered that it was the thing he put down just now, he thought it was a decoration, after all, the shape of the wooden blocks was very "delicate", it was a coincidence that it was comparable to the glass lamp with holes in it.
Feng Zhiyuan picked up the beads curiously and looked at them. Fu Siqian thought for a while, then silently gathered up the things he had thrown aside, and placed them neatly in front of Feng Zhiyuan one by one.He can see that Feng Zhiyuan's strange aesthetics can always match with the things here, and the things he thought were useless are probably useful.
Fu Siqian was about to ask Feng Zhiyuan to look at other things, to see if there was any mechanism that could be opened, but Feng Zhiyuan stood up suddenly, and rushed to the statue with the beads that had just fallen out of the box.
"What's the matter, did you find anything?"
Feng Zhiyuan didn't answer, he had a serious expression, hesitated for a while, and sent the beads in his hand to the jade belt on the forehead of the statue, and placed it in the depression in the middle of the jade belt.
Strictly fit.
Suddenly there was a loud bang from the statue, Fu Siqian got up quickly, jumped to Feng Zhiyuan's side in two or three steps, pulled him aside, and held him tightly in his arms.
Feng Zhiyuan froze his body and let him move, his gaze was fixed on the statue, and he saw that the bead emitted a strong light as soon as it entered the depression in the jade belt, and then the statue raised its head slowly, with a pair of The radiant peach eyes are full of joy.
He spoke: "The soul that fled to another world, did you kill him?"
Feng Zhiyuan hesitated, "He's alive?"
Fu Siqian observed it and shook his head: "It doesn't look like it's alive."
Although they were facing their direction, those eyes didn't look at them at all. It didn't seem like the statue was alive, but more like some kind of secret technique was used to make the statue look alive. As for the words, it was more like Be prepared ahead of time to stay.
Feng Zhiyuan shook his hand in front of the statue, but there was no response, he let out a long breath: "It's a good thing I didn't live, otherwise I would have died with such a face."
Fu Sigan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "That's right, let's hear what this 'ghost' can tell us."
The statue paused for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head. Under the puzzled eyes of the two, he raised his head again and repeated what he said just now: "The soul that fled to another world, did you kill him?"
Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan: "?"
Then they watched the statue lower its head and raise its head repeatedly, like an old stuck puppet, repeating the action just now more than ten times in a row, and there was a tendency to continue.
Fu Siqian and Feng Zhiyuan: "..."
Feng Zhiyuan looked at the statue's face that was no different from his own, and he was still doing such stupid things. He was so angry that he couldn't control his emotions, so he jumped out of Fu Siqian's arms: "This What a crap, just repeat a sentence, what's wrong with bowing your head back and forth!"
Fu Siqian was thinking about the words the sculpture said, so he didn't notice for a while, and didn't stop him. When he raised his head, he saw that Feng Zhiyuan had already run to the side of the statue, and directly slapped the face that was no different from him. go down.
The head of the statue, fell off.
Like a real person's head, it rolled a few times on the ground, and happened to roll to Fu Siqian's feet.
Fu Siqian lowered his head and looked at the statue, facing Feng Zhiyuan's face, he couldn't control the throbbing veins on his forehead: "..."
Not to mention Aiwujiwu, even if it is a statue with Feng Zhiyuan's face on it, he can't do it without hesitation, let alone watch others destroy it.Fu Siqian raised his head and stopped looking at the severed statue, restraining the surging emotions in his heart. If someone else did such a thing, he would definitely teach the person who hurt Feng Zhiyuan... the statue.
But in the current situation, he just wanted to sigh: Feng Zhiyuan is really a ruthless person.
Facing his own head... No, anyway, he can do it like this, it's too "cruel and merciless".
Feng Zhiyuan didn't notice it, and now he didn't have to see that silly thing bowing his head against his face, tsk, comfortable.
When the two of them didn't pay attention, they saw that the statue with severed head moved again suddenly, this time it raised its hand, and Feng Zhiyuan who was standing next to him happened to be hit by his hand.
Feng Zhiyuan: "..."
Doubt is revenge.
Although it was headless, the statue did make a sound again: "You are the only one who can do such a thing, it seems that he brought you here, I am glad to see you, me after reincarnation. "
As soon as his words fell, both of them were shocked.
The statue continued to speak: "What should I call you, 'Feng Zhiyuan'? Forget it, anyway, you and I have the same name, so Feng Zhiyuan, have you finished your revenge after reincarnation?"
revenge……
Fu Siqian couldn't help thinking about his previous life, and there was something vaguely about to come out.
Feng Zhiyuan was similar. Hearing this, he also thought of the battle of Feng Yuan. If he was himself in his previous life, it would be unnatural for him to choose revenge.
The statue said: "During a long time, I killed that person's life countless times. I thought it would make me happy, but it seems that I have fallen into a deeper confusion, and I gradually began to feel unbearable."
Fu Siqian recalled the illusions of the past. In other worlds, he was strangled by Feng Zhiyuan, and the other party would say those words that made people feel chills like a frost knife: "You will never escape, this is what you owe. mine."
"Yanxi discovered the Soul Containing Lamp hidden by Qian Youwu. Maybe no one knew about it. Even that person probably didn't expect that it was not my soul that was put away by the Soul Containing Lamp for 300 years. The enthusiasm that was pierced by a sword, but melted in my heart, is the admiration and love that has not yet been spoken to him."
It is clearly a statue, but the sound it makes seems to be filled with endless sadness. It is far away from the ancient times. In this way, he tells the feelings that have been buried for thousands of years.
Feelings that no one knows.
Fu Siqian staggered to the ground, the bitterness spreading from the tip of his heart almost drowned his whole body, he thought he could repay Feng Zhiyuan, he could repay the sword of Feng Yuan's battle, he didn't care about his previous life, he only wanted Feng Zhiyuan to be selfish In this life, he thought that there was no such relationship between them, but he didn't expect...
"I used to think that we were just close friends, and we could let go of this matter after taking revenge, but I didn't expect that I had this kind of affection for him." Then he sighed, "I still blame him, because of love, so I hate him even more."
Fu Siqian could hardly breathe. No matter what his reasons were, it was undeniable that he personally killed Feng Zhiyuan in his previous life, and killed Feng Zhiyuan's love for him.
He can't pay it back.
"That person's soul seems to be protected by the way of heaven. After being strangled by me many times, he began to wander to other worlds. In order to capture him back, Yanxi and I made something similar to a puppet. We used this... um , let’s call it a puppet, we put the puppet in a place full of yin, that is, the burial place of millions of soldiers in the battle of killing gods - Hanchuanjian, and gave him the only mission, to become that human body."
The statue paused for a moment, and his tone became relaxed again: "I can't make a choice, so I left that person and this feeling together. The reincarnated me, if you want this feeling, you want to be with me. If he is together, just take the Soul Concentrating Lamp. If you don’t want it or smash the statue directly, just pretend to be me... We really have no fate with him."
At the end of these words, the statue's body slowly split open, revealing a bone lamp hidden in its chest—the soul-retaining lamp.
A sigh sounded in the empty cave, like wind and fog: "I finally returned him to myself."
The bone lamp exudes a faint light, which has not seen the sun for a long time, and now it finally breaks through the ground, and the cinnabar-like redness blooms in the halo, which is the obsession stained with blood in the heart.
It carried Feng Zhiyuan's first secret love for the God of War of the North Sea and Fu Siqian in the previous life, which was stabbed and then carefully gathered up, a heart-pounding fiery thought.
It is the reason of Feng Zhiyuan's contradictory feelings, and the root cause of his inability to fall in love with Fu Siqian.
Feng Zhiyuan didn't move, and Fu Siqian couldn't say a word. They stood one by one and sat down on the ground, looking at each other through the soft halo emitted by the bone lamp, and stared into each other's thousands of years of thoughts.
Feng Zhiyuan raised his eyelids, his voice was so soft that he could hardly hear it: "You have already recovered your memory, right?"
If it wasn't for recovering his memory, how could he lose his composure after hearing these things?If it wasn't for recovering his memory, how could he be... unable to say a word?
Those peach blossom eyes really turned into the ice-cold appearance of the statue at the beginning.
Hurry up, explain quickly, tell me that although you have recovered your memory, you still have doubts about the battle of Fengyuan, tell him that you will treat him well, you will not hurt him again, and you will not let things from your previous life happen again, tell me quickly ...Fu Siqian had nothing to say.
He is not a lunatic, he has always been a prisoner, trapped in a prison named "Feng Zhi Yuan", unable to explain, unable to escape, and unable to refute.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Feng Zhiyuan raised his hand to take the bone lamp, his face was so cold that he seemed to be freezing, "You knew about the past life but kept hiding it from me. In the previous life, I planned everything and said yes. Give me a chance to choose."
Fu Siqian held his breath, although he had no position, but he really didn't want to see the picture of Feng Zhiyuan destroying the Soul Concentrating Lamp, after all, what he had hoped for for a long time was in it, and it was also his lost and found.
Feng Zhiyuan looked down at him, his star-like peach blossom eyes were full of sadness: "But what I have, is it choice or persecution?"
He thought he fell in love with Fu Siqian naturally, but in the end he lived a life of being calculated, although the person who calculated him was himself in a sense.
The lover he thought was indifferent after knowing what happened in his previous life, and didn't even give him an explanation, which made Feng Zhiyuan unacceptable.
Is it that difficult to give him an explanation?
Feng Zhiyuan caressed the bone lamp in his hand, it was a small and exquisite thing, it could not stand the test at first glance, it had to be taken care of carefully, according to what the statue said, there were pieces of that person gathered together for 300 years, So the 300 years of waiting in Liuhuoyuan is to collect this?
"Fu Siqian, God of War in the North Sea, do you think I want to keep this thing?" Feng Zhiyuan walked up to him, knelt down, and asked earnestly, "A delusional thought that was pierced by your sword, how...how can you call me?" Accept this feeling as joy?"
Fu Siqian stretched out his hand to touch him, but when he was about to touch him, he flinched suddenly. He didn't dare.
Feng Zhiyuan looked at his hand hanging in the air, and laughed mockingly: "So, it should be destroyed."
After saying that, he threw the bone lamp to the ground.
The author has something to say: If I can't accompany you to see everything in the world, then I will always follow in your footsteps.
Double bet!
Today is nine, hee hee (