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Nan Xinghun said softly: "Qing Qing, am I too easy to be seen through my mind?"

Feng Qinglang's heart moved, this was an opportunity for Xinghun to communicate with her, so she simply slowed down her pace, but said calmly: "Don't worry, Xinghun, just being yourself is the best!"

Nan Xinghun seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said softly: "Actually, in that vortex of memories, I have fallen into the perspective of another woman many times... Her name is Feng Muxue."

Feng Muxue is the daughter of Feng Yuewu, a very controversial empress at the end of the silent era... From a clear standpoint, they are both the ancestors of the Shenlongfeng family, but Feng Muxue is very different because she gave birth to two daughters , one is Feng Yaling, the other is Feng Yayan... In that era full of legends, they witnessed the prosperity and decline of Shenlong. They all ruled the Shenlong Empire, but Feng Yaling fell in the Great Patriotic War. Ya Yan finally walked with Di Allen...

Feng Qinglang's heart was shaken. This is not the night of fleeing half a month ago. At that time, she was so embarrassed that she didn't have time to take a good look at Nan Xinghun's expression. Now his eyes fell on Nan Xinghun's face, and the pair of glasses covered her. She has a beautiful appearance, but it can't hide the hesitation in her heart, and the unfulfilled desire... Could it be that there is another very important person who Nan Xinghun once entered, but she is not willing to tell me for the time being?

Feng Qinglang took a deep breath, stopped in her tracks, and said in a deep voice, "Xinghun, if you have ever assumed the perspective of another person, is it Feng Yaling or Feng Yayan?" The three generations of the Feng family are all deeply involved with Dongditian.

Nan Xinghun was slightly frightened, but Feng Qinglang saw through her thoughts suddenly, the corners of her mouth slightly bent down, and said honestly, "It's Feng Yayan."

Feng Qinglang's heart couldn't help beating a few times, she is the true ancestor of the current Feng family, that is the No.1 combination of the Feng family and the Di Dynasty.

He tried to calm down and said, "Is there any privacy involved?"

Nan Xinghun remained silent.

Feng Qinglang said seriously: "Xinghun, we are going to sea soon, if you can't let go of the hesitation in your heart, when we encounter danger in the future, we will never recover together!"

Nan Xinghun pursed his lips and looked around. At the pier not far away, the porters were busy carrying the goods, the supervisors and speculators were discussing something in a low voice on the shore, and a group of seagulls were passing over the pier, flying over their heads. Turned around and circled back... They were standing on the side of a pile of packaged goods, there were not many pedestrians around, and no one paid much attention to them...

She pressed the position of her heart, as if to give herself courage, and said the following words: "Feng Muxue's blood... is silver-gray! Feng Yayan... is the same."

The corners of Feng Qinglang's eyes couldn't help trembling slightly, but Nan Xinghun seemed to feel that it was not enough to form a real impact, and added softly: "The combination of His Majesty Feng Muxue and Dong Ditian gave birth to Feng Yayan, her blood, Born to be silver gray..."

Feng Qinglang's whole body trembled because of it, she almost couldn't stand still, and there was a thud in her head. If this is true, wouldn't it mean that Dongditian and Di Allen were not only masters and apprentices to a certain extent? Relationship, or Di Allen's father-in-law.

Then, the Feng family of the Di Dynasty doesn't have the blood of Dongditian...

If the struggle between Di Allen and Dong Ditian thousands of years ago, each had their own opponents, then the bloodline would be a good introduction. Feng Qinglang thought of the sculpture in the depths of the spiritual sea, the sculpture itself, and the silver balance , and then remembered Dong Ditian's complicated eyes looking at himself when he just recovered...

The bloodline of the high-level undead demon, assuming it was suppressed back then, has been dormant, but according to Alans' bloodlines, it will definitely be stimulated in the future. At this time, Feng Qinglang not only thought of herself, but also of the Feng family's bloodline For thousands of years, those amazing geniuses who died young...

To a certain extent, I almost died young, but I was forced to kill a bloody path, and I have come to today...

Seeing Nan Xinghun looking at him worriedly, he tried his best to smile and said, "Xinghun, my blood is red, you've seen it before..."

Nan Xinghun smiled softly, and said softly: "Qing Qing, I don't care about your bloodline, I'm just worried about your reaction..."

Feng Qinglang's heart warmed, and she shook Nan Xinghun's hand lightly, only to find that the other's hand was cold. Turning her head to look, she saw the blankness in Nan Xinghun's eyes that hadn't faded away. He smiled bitterly and said, "Xinghun , I wanted to untie your knot, but I didn't expect that you were worried that I would have a knot, so you didn't want to tell me... Okay, after you finish speaking, I think my heart must be very big now, and I can accept any sound."

Nan Xinghun wrinkled his nose, pressed his hand on his left chest again, as if to calm his extremely fast heartbeat, and said softly: "In those memory fragments, Dong Ditian once said to Feng Yayan that Feng Yaling Even if it can be successfully resurrected, it is not at that time, but after a thousand years..."

Feng Qinglang's whole body trembled again, only to feel that her hands had become as cold as Nan Xinghun's. After thousands of years, isn't this the era now?

In the memory fragments, Di Allen's slightly melancholy face, and his affectionate eyes when he called Feng Yaling's name... once again flashed through Feng Qinglang's mind.

If Di Allen, who was a thousand years ago, spent endless efforts and paid endless prices, and finally succeeded in resurrecting Feng Yaling, but that person was resurrected after a thousand years, then how would he feel...

It was a time spanning thousands of years, how did they stitch up the separation back then?

That feeling of desolation shocked Feng Qinglang into a sense of loss, and he felt like a wordless sigh came from the deepest part of his heart. He hated this kind of sore nose, and hurriedly pushed his nose hard, realizing that Nan Xinghun was concerned about her. Looking at himself, he said in a low voice: "Qing Qing, Dong Ditian just said so, and it may not be so."

Feng Qinglang shook her head, and said softly: "Actually, I thought of a sadder possibility. If the ancestor Di Allen really wanted to reconnect with Feng Yaling after a thousand years, he would have chosen her in advance at that time." A descendant, as his parasite, then, do you think my body and talents are a good choice?"

He obviously seemed to be praising himself, but Nan Xinghun didn't feel the slightest intention of showing off, but only felt a biting chill. If Feng Qinglang's assumption is true, and when Di Allen recovers, then he, is he still him?

Nan Xinghun only felt that his breathing was a little short, and he tried his best to comfort him with a smile: "Qing Lang, your guess is too scary and too appalling. I think you are overthinking!"

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly and said: "My old friend Dongfang Pei said that everything should be boldly assumed and carefully verified! Do you remember that a few days ago, I told you that secret? Deep in my spiritual world, there are different clues ..."

He looked up, and the group of seagulls sang their songs again, circling past, and he couldn't help sighing softly: "After I was moved, I suddenly realized that I might become a victim because of it... This feels a bit like, after you finish reading A touching opera, in which the male and female protagonists are separated forever, you are so moved that you are crying, thinking, it would be great if they could be together. At this time, someone tells you, um, they have Opportunities are together, you just have to sacrifice yourself..."

Nan Xinghun held the corner of his mouth bitterly, the little stories Feng Qinglang told were always very interesting, but this one was an exception.She squeezed the other party's hand tightly, and said seriously: "Qing Qing, this is just a hypothesis, right? If it's true, you can definitely be yourself again, right? Don't you always tell me that being yourself is the most important thing?" Best?"

Feng Qinglang closed her eyes and thought for a while, then opened them, and finally smiled, like the bright early summer sun above her head, nodded and said: "That's natural. As long as I become strong enough, no one can replace me, even Di A Neither can Lun! I respect him very much, but I don’t think I have any reason to pay for his love from thousands of years ago!” Nan Xinghun said softly, “Qing Qing, am I too easy to be seen through?”

Feng Qinglang's heart moved, this was an opportunity for Xinghun to communicate with her, so she simply slowed down her pace, but said calmly: "Don't worry, Xinghun, just being yourself is the best!"

Nan Xinghun seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then said softly: "Actually, in that vortex of memories, I have fallen into the perspective of another woman many times... Her name is Feng Muxue."

Feng Muxue is the daughter of Feng Yuewu, a very controversial empress at the end of the silent era... From a clear standpoint, they are both the ancestors of the Shenlongfeng family, but Feng Muxue is very different because she gave birth to two daughters , one is Feng Yaling, the other is Feng Yayan... In that era full of legends, they witnessed the prosperity and decline of Shenlong. They all ruled the Shenlong Empire, but Feng Yaling fell in the Great Patriotic War. Ya Yan finally walked with Di Allen...

Feng Qinglang's heart was shaken. This is not the night of fleeing half a month ago. At that time, she was so embarrassed that she didn't have time to take a good look at Nan Xinghun's expression. Now his eyes fell on Nan Xinghun's face, and the pair of glasses covered her. She has a beautiful appearance, but it can't hide the hesitation in her heart, and the unfulfilled desire... Could it be that there is another very important person who Nan Xinghun once entered, but she is not willing to tell me for the time being?

Feng Qinglang took a deep breath, stopped in her tracks, and said in a deep voice, "Xinghun, if you have ever assumed the perspective of another person, is it Feng Yaling or Feng Yayan?" The three generations of the Feng family are all deeply involved with Dongditian.

Nan Xinghun was slightly frightened, but Feng Qinglang saw through her thoughts suddenly, the corners of her mouth slightly bent down, and said honestly, "It's Feng Yayan."

Feng Qinglang's heart couldn't help beating a few times, she is the true ancestor of the current Feng family, that is the No.1 combination of the Feng family and the Di Dynasty.

He tried to calm down and said, "Is there any privacy involved?"

Nan Xinghun remained silent.

Feng Qinglang said seriously: "Xinghun, we are going to sea soon, if you can't let go of the hesitation in your heart, when we encounter danger in the future, we will never recover together!"

Nan Xinghun pursed his lips and looked around. At the pier not far away, the porters were busy carrying the goods, the supervisors and speculators were discussing something in a low voice on the shore, and a group of seagulls were passing over the pier, flying over their heads. Turned around and circled back... They were standing on the side of a pile of packaged goods, there were not many pedestrians around, and no one paid much attention to them...

She pressed the position of her heart, as if to give herself courage, and said the following words: "Feng Muxue's blood... is silver-gray! Feng Yayan... is the same."

The corners of Feng Qinglang's eyes couldn't help trembling slightly, but Nan Xinghun seemed to feel that it was not enough to form a real impact, and added softly: "The combination of His Majesty Feng Muxue and Dong Ditian gave birth to Feng Yayan, her blood, Born to be silver gray..."

Feng Qinglang's whole body trembled because of it, she almost couldn't stand still, and there was a thud in her head. If this is true, wouldn't it mean that Dongditian and Di Allen were not only masters and apprentices to a certain extent? Relationship, or Di Allen's father-in-law.

Then, the Feng family of the Di Dynasty doesn't have the blood of Dongditian...

If the struggle between Di Allen and Dong Ditian thousands of years ago, each had their own opponents, then the bloodline would be a good introduction. Feng Qinglang thought of the sculpture in the depths of the spiritual sea, the sculpture itself, and the silver balance , and then remembered Dong Ditian's complicated eyes looking at himself when he just recovered...

The bloodline of the high-level undead demon, assuming it was suppressed back then, has been dormant, but according to Alans' bloodlines, it will definitely be stimulated in the future. At this time, Feng Qinglang not only thought of herself, but also of the Feng family's bloodline For thousands of years, those amazing geniuses who died young...

To a certain extent, I almost died young, but I was forced to kill a bloody path, and I have come to today...

Seeing Nan Xinghun looking at him worriedly, he tried his best to smile and said, "Xinghun, my blood is red, you've seen it before..."

Nan Xinghun smiled softly, and said softly: "Qing Qing, I don't care about your bloodline, I'm just worried about your reaction..."

Feng Qinglang's heart warmed, and she shook Nan Xinghun's hand lightly, only to find that the other's hand was cold. Turning her head to look, she saw the blankness in Nan Xinghun's eyes that hadn't faded away. He smiled bitterly and said, "Xinghun , I wanted to untie your knot, but I didn't expect that you were worried that I would have a knot, so you didn't want to tell me... Okay, after you finish speaking, I think my heart must be very big now, and I can accept any sound."

Nan Xinghun wrinkled his nose, pressed his hand on his left chest again, as if to calm his extremely fast heartbeat, and said softly: "In those memory fragments, Dong Ditian once said to Feng Yayan that Feng Yaling Even if it can be successfully resurrected, it is not at that time, but after a thousand years..."

Feng Qinglang's whole body trembled again, only to feel that her hands had become as cold as Nan Xinghun's. After thousands of years, isn't this the era now?

In the memory fragments, Di Allen's slightly melancholy face, and his affectionate eyes when he called Feng Yaling's name... once again flashed through Feng Qinglang's mind.

If Di Allen, who was a thousand years ago, spent endless efforts and paid endless prices, and finally succeeded in resurrecting Feng Yaling, but that person was resurrected after a thousand years, then how would he feel...

It was a time spanning thousands of years, how did they stitch up the separation back then?

That feeling of desolation shocked Feng Qinglang into a sense of loss, and he felt like a wordless sigh came from the deepest part of his heart. He hated this kind of sore nose, and hurriedly pushed his nose hard, realizing that Nan Xinghun was concerned about her. Looking at himself, he said in a low voice: "Qing Qing, Dong Ditian just said so, and it may not be so."

Feng Qinglang shook her head, and said softly: "Actually, I thought of a sadder possibility. If the ancestor Di Allen really wanted to reconnect with Feng Yaling after a thousand years, he would have chosen her in advance at that time." A descendant, as his parasite, then, do you think my body and talents are a good choice?"

He obviously seemed to be praising himself, but Nan Xinghun didn't feel the slightest intention of showing off, but only felt a biting chill. If Feng Qinglang's assumption is true, and when Di Allen recovers, then he, is he still him?

Nan Xinghun only felt that his breathing was a little short, and he tried his best to comfort him with a smile: "Qing Lang, your guess is too scary and too appalling. I think you are overthinking!"

Feng Qinglang smiled wryly and said: "My old friend Dongfang Pei said that everything should be boldly assumed and carefully verified! Do you remember that a few days ago, I told you that secret? Deep in my spiritual world, there are different clues ..."

He looked up, and the group of seagulls sang their songs again, circling past, and he couldn't help sighing softly: "After I was moved, I suddenly realized that I might become a victim because of it... This feels a bit like, after you finish reading A touching opera, in which the male and female protagonists are separated forever, you are so moved that you are crying, thinking, it would be great if they could be together. At this time, someone tells you, um, they have Opportunities are together, you just have to sacrifice yourself..."

Nan Xinghun held the corner of his mouth bitterly, the little stories Feng Qinglang told were always very interesting, but this one was an exception.She squeezed the other party's hand tightly, and said seriously: "Qing Qing, this is just a hypothesis, right? If it's true, you can definitely be yourself again, right? Don't you always tell me that being yourself is the most important thing?" Best?"

Feng Qinglang closed her eyes and thought for a while, then opened them, and finally smiled, like the bright early summer sun above her head, nodded and said: "That's natural. As long as I become strong enough, no one can replace me, even Di A Neither can Lun! I respect him a lot, but I don’t think I have any reason to pay for his love from thousands of years ago!”