too affectionate

Chapter 906

Wanyan thought to herself, maybe when a person dies, they will rise up like this wisp of smoke, helpless and careless, and then scattered in the wind.

If this is the case, please ask the wind to bring him a word.

Husband, I have been waiting for a long time.

Husband... I'm sorry.

In this life, I bury my dead enemy with my body, raise blood relatives, and express gratitude and enmity.

When I see Yan Luo, I will kneel and play first, looking forward to the next life, and then meet you again.

The husband and wife have not done enough.

When Wanyan closed her eyes suddenly, there was no blood red in her eyes anymore, only tears rolled from the corners of her eyes.

In front of her was the courtyard in early autumn, the moon was rising in the evening sky, the night wind was hard to wash away the autumn, and a branch of hibiscus protruded from the wall.

A man in black clothes stood with his hands behind his back, draped in the moonlight, full of brilliance.

Everything is comfortable and beautiful.

Except for a hundred meters away, the flames invisible to the naked eye were so intense that the two of them buried themselves in the sea of ​​flames without hesitation, fearing that they would not die and the other party would not die.

And he, seeing through the wealthy family, could not wait any longer. She was running towards him with smiles all over her eyes.

. . .

The fire was like a quilt, gradually covering the embracing couple.

Feng Nagi's back was covered with flames, like a red lotus blooming from a red dress.

Feng Nagi leaned sideways on Wanyan's face, closed her eyes, and remained motionless under the scorching fire.

Amidst the thick smoke, Wanyan fell into a coma, unaware that she was already lying on the bed of fire.

After an unknown amount of time, on the side of Wanyan's face, Feng Nagifu's eyelashes trembled, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

Amidst the flames, his eyes were incompatible with calmness.

After confirming that Wanyan had completely lost consciousness, Honagi Fucai reached out to the neckline and held Wanyan's hand.

Wanyan's hand did not let go of Feng Naifu's collar until she died.

Even though Wanyan was already in a coma, Feng Nagifu was still afraid of hurting her, so he carefully turned over and lay sideways beside Wanyan, into the raging fire.

Feng Nagi stretched out her hand to caress Fu Wanyan's face, and in the raging fire, her already bright face was displayed to the extreme.

Yan'er, Ziwei Skyfire can burn everything to ashes, but it does not burn Phoenix.

Feng Nagifu said softly in her heart, the love in her eyes was completely undisguised.

Moreover, the crape myrtle sky fire burns the skin and bones, and also burns the soul.

If you bear it a little longer, the feeling of your soul being roasted may cause some pain.

However, when you wake up again, you will forget everything about the past, whether it is happy or sad.

I will hide you by my side so that no one will find you, and I will definitely keep you safe for the rest of my life.

Yan'er, you finally came to my side step by step willingly under my arrangement.

Yan'er, at that time, you and I will have a brand new life.

Now, let us sleep peacefully in the midst of fire.

Feng Nagi smiled, An Ran closed her eyes, patiently waiting for Wanyan to be swallowed by the fire.

However, at this moment, amidst the sound of "cracking, cracking" fires, a voice came from afar.

It is as cold as jade, like a clear spring passing through a sea of ​​fire.

It is vicious like a blade, and it seems to pass through the world, a sticker of the king of hell.

他 说:

"Feng Nai Fu, you are ready to die and die in Nirvana."

. . .

Wanyan didn't know how long she had been roasted by the fire, but she felt that she was about to be reduced to ashes.

But if the pain of flesh and blood is bearable, then the pain of burning her soul will really make Wanyan's heart anxious all the time, and every second can't be at ease.

As expected of Feng Nagi Fu, it is true that death does not allow people to die in peace.

However, just when Wanyan was in extreme torment, she felt a stream of clear springs coming from the sky, coming towards her and surrounding her.

It was like propping up a flat boat for her in the sea of ​​fire.

The clear spring is really cool, just like the frozen water on the top of Kunlun Mountain that has not melted for hundreds of millions of years.

As soon as this spring came, the burning pain that tormented Wanyan began to dissipate little by little.

Then, a few wisps of fresh taste poured in from Wanyan's mouth, and then quickly spread in the chest cavity and lungs.

It should be the aroma of several plants, and it seems to have the dew of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

When the air of vegetation lingered all over her body, Wanyan's soul gradually calmed down, and she no longer lay on the fire board.

After that, Wanyan's mind was blank again.

When she opened her eyes again, there was nothing in front of her.

Wanyan stared at the blank space, thinking that she was just like a newborn baby, and for a moment she couldn't remember what year it was.

In the confusion, Wanyan's heartbeat was still extremely fast, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

After a long time, Wanyan finally vaguely remembered that the last scene of her life was to drag Feng Naifu to die in a sea of ​​flames.

Wanyan rubbed her head, wanting to get up to see if she died in the end, but found that she had no strength left in her whole body, even her determination was gone.

Just when Wanyan was struggling hard, she heard a sound of opening the door in the distance, followed by an excited scream.

"Second miss!"

The voice was very familiar, but Wanyan's brain seemed to have become abnormally dull for some reason, and she couldn't remember anything.

But soon, Wanyan saw a face.

The man was almost in tears, and cheered excitedly: "Second Miss! Second Miss! You are awake!"

Wanyan stared at the visitor, frowned for a while, and finally raised her eyebrows and said: "You are... Yanhan?"

Yan Han nodded repeatedly with tears in her eyes, seeing Wanyan struggling hard, she quickly pulled the pillow over and helped Wanyan to sit up.

Wanyan swept her gaze, and saw the dome reaching up to the heavenly court, and the pure white stone wall, she couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "This is Tianxuan Palace?!"

After finishing speaking, before Yan Han could answer, Wan Yan had already grabbed Yan Han's arm, and hurriedly said:

"Why, didn't I die!"

Yan Han heard the words, with tears in her eyes, but tried her best to restrain herself, holding Wanyan's hand, and said:
"Second Miss is lucky and fateful, how could she be gone so easily?"

Wanyan's first reaction when she found out that she was not dead was to be stunned in disbelief, and then said angrily:
"How... how could he not die..."

After finishing speaking, Wanyan immediately asked again:

"What about Feng Nagi! Is Feng Nagi dead!"

Yan Han shook her head, and said: "I have never heard of Feng Zun's death, and this servant only knows that Feng Zun has passed away."

"Nirvana?" Wanyan was completely confused. After coughing a few times, suppressing the discomfort in her body, she grabbed Yanhan who wanted to pour water for herself, and said anxiously:

"Yanhan, what's going on here, tell me quickly."

Speaking of it, Yan Han still has lingering fears until now, and couldn't help saying angrily:

"Second miss, you still ask the servant girl what's going on!
At the beginning, the second young lady asked her servants to stay in Tianxuan Hall, and she left Tianxuan Hall alone, saying that she was going to find the remains of the Holy Lord.

In the end, when he came back, the Holy One was fine, why did your own life hang by a thread! "

　Papa pata, not dead into slightly slightly slightly slightly

　　
　
(End of this chapter)