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Chapter 973 [The Finale] The Last Dream

Feng Naifu thought that this link was all because of his good calculations, which made Jing Shijialan and Wanyan fall into his trap again and again.

Only now did Feng Naifu realize that neither Jing Shijialan nor Wanyan was someone he could deceive.

What made them fall into the trap was not Feng Naifu's tricks, but their hearts that would rather be used than fearlessly walk towards each other.

They know everything well and are willing to jump down.

From beginning to end, this is the story of Jing Shijialan and Wanyan.

As for Feng Nagifu, he used the first half of his life to be gentle, making Wanyan love Lan Yu as a relative; he spent the second half of his life crazy, making Wanyan hate the word Feng Nagifu to the bone.

But in the end, no matter love or hate, he failed to leave the slightest trace in her heart.

"Hahahaha!"

Accompanied by Feng Naifu's loud laughter, Ziwei's heavenly fire became more and more intense, engulfing the entire Fengtian Palace in an instant.

In the midst of the raging fire, there is the desolate singing of Feng Nagi.

"Feng'er is flying, and her eyebrows fall into her daughter's boudoir. Zhu Yanxiu, Hui Zhilan's heart is forever. Tears from others, sober for a while and drunk for a lifetime. But ask who, leaving the jade hall empty and haggard. Flowers are easy to destroy, and those who love them forever No return. Man Tinghui, only affection can't be exchanged..."

In the flames of the Ziwei sky, the Fengtian Temple was burned, but it could not destroy a single bit of Feng Naifu's memory, until Feng Naifu smiled and sent the Ten Palaces of Yama sword into his heart.

God gave him the ability to make people forget, and the price was that until he died, he still firmly remembered everything that made him despair.

. . .

In the pure white space, the boy in white clothes and gauze fell into a dream as promised.

Wanyan looked at the visitor with puzzled but gentle eyes.

He also looked at her from a distance, and when he watched, the eyes above the veil smiled, like flowers looking forward to the dawn.

Clear, with a little dew hanging.

Wanyan walked a few steps towards him, and asked probingly, "Who are you?"

He didn't speak, just looked at her with a smile, two silver lines fell from both sides of the white gauze.

Wanyan was a little annoyed when she didn't get an answer, she drew out her sword with a "shua", and said aggressively, "Why didn't you answer?"

He still didn't speak, but his figure faded little by little, like fireworks that were about to hide in the night after being brilliant.

Until then, he cleared his throat and said softly:

"You...you always forget...when holding a sword...don't clasp your thumb tightly to your index finger...Only when there is a gap between the hand and the sword, can there be room for the sword..."

His voice was very soft, like a silent snow falling in the middle of the night.

When people opened the door to look, the snow had wiped away all traces of the earth, and the snow had stopped.

When he completely disappeared, there was only a bang, and Wanyan's sword fell to the ground.

Wanyan was still standing, but she seemed to have collapsed.

There was still a little smile on her face that hadn't had time to dissipate, and it was frozen on her face as stiff as a stone like a fossil.

"Jing Shijialan..."

Wanyan's lips didn't move, she didn't know where the sound came from.

The crispness in the voice has been swept away, and the voice is hoarse like howling wind.

This is not like the sound that the throat can make, it is like the tearing sound made when the soul is forcibly stripped from the body.

When Wanyan realized what Jing Shijialan was going to do, her first reaction was to look for the sword like crazy, trying to end herself first, thinking in vain that she could stop Jing Shijialan.

But when she really held the sword, her body was already formed.

This is the body and soul of Jing Shajialan.

Wanyan couldn't do it.

She got rid of the ghost and was reborn in the most painful way.

Outside the ghosts, Feng Naifu had already been waiting, and before Wanyan could react, he trapped Li Wanyan with a fire and burned her for seven days.

And Jing Shijialan left the last ray of soul before his death, and built the last dream.

In the dream, he lingered on the edge of nothingness.

Outside the dream, she was reborn in the raging fire.

Wanyan knew that this was their farewell.

Wanyan had too many things to say, but when she actually saw him, Wanyan pretended to have amnesia without even thinking about it.

She knew that he wouldn't be at ease if he didn't see that she had really forgotten her past.

Waking up from the dream, Wanyan didn't open her eyes, as if she was sleeping in a raging fire.

(End of this chapter)