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Chapter 670 The Last Port of Perfume (10)

After returning home, Wanyu set fire to the dowry she had carefully prepared for 14 years.

She just stood aside and watched coldly as the raging fire devoured her hard work, without any expression on her face.

No one would say, 'It's a pity to burn such a good thing, it's better to keep it for use'.

They knew that Wanyu looked disgusted at those things.

Disgusting him is secondary, the main thing is disgusting himself.

In the blazing fire, Wanyan seemed to see the sunset when she and Xuanqi left the blind girl's house that day again.

After what happened with her brother and sister, Wanyan still doesn't understand what love is, but she already knows clearly that love is untouchable.

I don't know if it's because I felt too much, but that night, Wanyan had a dream, one nightmare after another.

In the end, Wanyan no longer knew whether she was dreaming or waking up, and she fell into a strange place.

It was a pure white space, Wanyan walked aimlessly in it.

Wanyan was surprised to realize that she was sober, she clearly knew that she was in a dream.

What makes Wanyan even more strange is that she actually feels inexplicably familiar with this completely blank space, and she feels at ease.

As she walked, Wanyan saw the end of the space.

It was a high wall, except that it was extremely dirty with layers of mottled bloodstains, nothing special about it.

Under the wall is a puddle of colorless liquid.

At the base of the wall, about Wanyan's knees, there was a pair of handcuffs, and a person was tied to the handcuffs.

The man's upper body was suspended from the wall, and his lower body was floating in the liquid.

Not only were his hands handcuffed, but the chains on his feet were gleaming in the liquid, and even his neck was tied with a huge iron ring.

There were no wounds on his body.

All the wounds connected together constituted a complete him.

And behind him, there is still a ray of breath continuously pouring into his body, hanging his last breath.

He hung his head, not like a person, but like a half-hanging human skin.

Wanyan walked over step by step, only feeling that the figure became more familiar with each step she took.

Wanyan didn't know how degraded a person's facial features would be to react when everyone walked up to him and squatted down slowly.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes met.

Wanyan was startled, and so was he.

!!!

that person!First the Rain Master, then the Great Protector, and in the end Wanyan didn't know who he was.

That cold and harsh man.

Even in her dream, Wanyan couldn't connect that proud and decent person with the current human skin.

And that person was surprised when he saw Wanyan.

The movement in his eyes made Wanyan feel that it was him who was dreaming.

Then, a small spot of light appeared in his dead eyes.

At that moment, Wanyan seemed to see a red flower slowly blooming among the devastated ruins.

His lips lost the slightest color, but they still moved slightly, looking at Wanyan and muttering:
"I dreamed about you..."

His voice was very small, but Wanyan heard it clearly.

He looked at her like a person who had knelt in front of the statue for a thousand years and made a wish for a thousand years. He only had eyes when his wish came true.

One glance is enough to penetrate Wanyan's soul.

At that moment, Wanyan's heart was empty, there was only such a clear fragmentation and pain, she lifted a hand tremblingly, and involuntarily stretched towards his face.

(End of this chapter)