Fengwu Jiangshan: The hot wolf princess is too evil

*************Phoenix Dance Jiangshan**************

"Feng Wu Jiangshan" Volume [-] Song of Soul Relief

Foreword: I'm in Hell

Looking at the stars

I see you, sleeping face

when i feel

heartbroken

i will do it for you

Sing a song, a song for the soul

Tears fell into the ice and snow, and with a tick, the cold ice seemed to stir up ripples.

Wei Ning stared into it blankly, only to see her own face slowly appearing in the whirling ripples.

"Close your eyes." Yan said softly.

Wei Ning was stunned for a moment, closed her eyes according to Yan, and felt that someone grabbed her hand and led her to stand up, walking through a cold world, and gradually heard the voice of someone talking.

"Your Highness Wuji, there is no daylight at night, so you can't see her appear." A gloomy and evil voice spoke.

This voice is very familiar, it is boundless!

Wei Ning opened her eyes, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew over, carrying bursts of piercing chill, she saw a cold pool of water, which was covered with cold moonlight, and the floating light swayed.

There was a man in black robe standing in the pool water, his face was slightly turned away, and the corner of his mouth curled up in an evil and cold arc.

"It doesn't matter, the night has come to an end." An elegant voice sounded, mixed with the sound of liquid flowing, and a burst of alcoholic aroma spread in the wind.

Wei Ning's heart moved, and she followed the voice to look over, and was suddenly dazzled by a dazzling purple.

The night is slowly falling, white clothes are fluttering, and the long purple hair is like a touch of purple brilliance falling from the sky. It is gorgeous and dazzing, taking away all the colors in the world.

"Mo Wuji..." Wei Ning murmured, trying to walk over, but was grabbed by Yan behind him, he said calmly and cruelly: "Don't wishful thinking, what you see is not real, it's just It's just a memory."

Wei Ning felt a pain in her heart, suddenly it was like being stabbed hard with a knife.

It's just a memory...

She bit her lip, stepped back slowly, and continued to look calmly at the things that happened a long time ago in her memory.

It was a wide pool with lotus flowers planted in it. At night, the lotus flowers were dyed black by the night, blooming desolately under the cold moonlight.

There is a tall olive tree beside the pool with luxuriant branches and branches. A purple-haired man is lazily sitting on a slanted branch, holding a jug in one hand and twirling a wine glass in the other, surrounded by dazzling purple light His fingertips emitted a light as bright as the day.

In the light, the looming monstrous face is exquisite, lazy, noble and alienated.

"Hmph." The man standing in the pool turned around, his black robe fluttering, his pale and bloodless face had a gloomy expression and an evil smile.

There are countless black lotus flowers in full bloom under his robe, like bursts of black mist surrounding him from the water.

"Your Highness Wuji, the heaven and the earth first opened, only you and Lord Yan were born. You are the proud son of the gods, and we are just envoys who protect the throne for the emperor. The disparity is so big, and your blue eyes make people frightened."

"Will she be afraid too?" Mo Wuji smiled in the purple light, how noble and extraordinary.

Wujiang smiled, "I don't know about this, you know, she and I have never met."

"Although you are close, you are different after all." Mo Wuji said lightly.