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Chapter 1000 Epilogue (25)

Wusheng thought for a moment, then nodded sharply.

Okay, okay, she will never think about it in such a mess in the future.

Li Cang leaned forward and touched the corner of her lips: "Good boy."

This tone of voice is like coaxing a child...

Wu Sheng's face turned slightly red.

The two lay down again in the dream-weaving flower field.

Li Cang was slightly curious: "I heard that weaving dream flowers can create the most beautiful dreams for a person, is it true?"

"It's true." Wusheng recalled the past, his eyes were a little soft: "They are all very gentle and cute little things, as long as you relax your mind and spread your thoughts, they will soon create a new one for you. , only belongs to your beautiful dream.”

"I suddenly want to give it a try." Li Cang said suddenly.

"Then try it, just take a nap." Wusheng turned his head, looked at his side face, and smiled softly: "It's just right, I haven't had a dream for a long time, together?"

Li Cang palely nodded: "Together."

The two looked at each other and smiled, then closed their eyes.

Wusheng has become accustomed to falling asleep in the dreamland of Zhimenghua, and not long after, a mist of pink flowers filled the air, her breathing became steady, and there was still a serene smile on the corner of her mouth.

She has fallen asleep and entered the dream created by Zhimenghua.

That must be a very good dream, and she couldn't help laughing in the dream.

Li Cang opened his eyes and looked at the smile on her lips, his heart softened.

Then he closed his eyes again, and passed his thoughts to the Dreamweaving Flowers.

...I want to see her in the past 10 years, can you help me?
The Dreamweaving Flowers swayed their bodies, but they didn't release the pink mist immediately. Instead, they seemed to be whispering to each other, communicating with each other before they understood the signal.

Li Cang was not in a hurry, and waited slowly.

It's not very exciting... ah no.It's hard for flowers to ask, and they won't refuse.

Sure enough, after a while, the Dreamweaving Flowers stopped communicating.

With a shallow consciousness, a word was passed to him in a somewhat unfamiliar way: "Okay."

Almost at the next moment, the pink mist of flowers enveloped Li Cang, and he did not resist, allowing himself to be dragged into the dreamland.

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On this day, the weather was not so good, the sky was gloomy, as if it was going to snow.

The half-close flower discs of the dream-weaving flowers are lazy, as if they are dozing off.

The huge stone door opened slowly, making a loud noise.

The Dreamweaving Flowers shook their slender stems as if they had been awakened, opened their flower discs a little, and looked in the direction of the palace.

A pair of feet appeared at the stone gate, wearing some styles of simple cloth shoes, the toes of the shoes were pointed upwards.

Looking from bottom to top, there is a woman in a black and red robe with a lazy posture. Her face is gloomy, and there is unresolved melancholy between her brows.

It is lifeless.

Li Cang's heart trembled, he couldn't imagine that she, who was always smiling like a flower in front of him, would have such a low-key side.

He knew that she would not be happy without him in these 10 years.

But imagining is never as shocking as seeing with your own eyes.

He almost subconsciously wanted to come forward, hug her, comfort her... Don't be sad, I'm here.

But the lack of change in vision made him realize that this is not reality, this is just the dream of Weaving Dream Flower, or the memory from their perspective.

The inanimate past, the inanimate without him.

With complicated emotions, Li Cang watched Wusheng step by step into the dream-weaving flower field. Wherever he passed, the weaving dream flower gave way to a path for her to pass.

The long skirt, dragging behind, also passed by him.

When he got to the middle of the flower field, Wu Sheng lifted his skirt and sat crookedly in the flower field, raising his hand to caress the soft flower plate.

"It's another snowy day, and I miss him again.

Every time I watch the snowflakes fall one after another, I think of when we first met, he gave me a jelly bean, so that I can survive and have today.

I frantically chased after his footsteps, not daring to slack in the slightest, but it was still a step too late. He sacrificed himself and saved the world, including me.

However, I am not happy at all.Why be so selfless? Isn't it good to be selfish?I don't want to be saved by him at all, I still traded his life for it. "

Dreamweaving flowers are sensitive and cute little things, they feel the owner's depressed mood, and the range of their cheerful swing eases down.

And the one touched by Wusheng even arched her palm, trying to make her happy with his soft flower plate.

Lifeless but unchanged, even more gloomy.

She raised her eyes and looked at the dark sky, her bloody eyes were indifferent: "After all, I blame the group of hypocrites who are greedy for life and afraid of death in the fairy world. They die when they die, and drag others to block the sword. Shameless things."

She was almost gnashing her teeth, and her voice was squeezed out word by word from between her teeth.

The corners of her lips raised a cold arc: "But this weather is very suitable for fighting and warming up, isn't it?"

The Dreamweaving Flowers swayed, as if agreeing with her point of view.

Wusheng finally showed a little smile.

Soon, Li Cang watched the demon come and go, and after a while, the sky was dark and quickly moved away.

It was the magic soldiers summoned by the magic generals, and they were happily doing things.

Not long after they left, there was snowflakes in the sky.

One by one, spinning down, elegant and calm.

However, when the lack was about to fall on Wusheng, it was swung away by an invisible force, and Wusheng looked indifferent.

She doesn't like snow, it has always been from before to now, even if it is Xue Tian who contributed to her fate with him.

But Wusheng will never forget, before meeting him, every snow day that almost froze her to death.

On the battlefield of immortals and demons far away, a fierce battle has already begun, and the light of spells can be seen in the magic palace.

Wusheng took a look, then looked away.

Gently touched the weaving dream flower: "Give me a dream, with him in the dream."

She lay down slowly and closed her eyes.

Not knowing what kind of dream she had, the gloom between her eyebrows dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing a faint smile.

Clean as snow, just like before.

Li Cang couldn't help showing a smile.

She finally smiled, which is nice.

Before he could take another look, the screen switched quickly.

It was a good day, the sky was clear and clear, and the sky was cloudless, but Wu Sheng's mood was still not very good.

In other words, she looked happy for a few days.

Even if his face was not gloomy, his face was expressionless. For 10 years, the magic generals saw only a handful of smiles.

But today, he was extremely unhappy, sitting crookedly on the high throne, with his bare hands resting on his cheeks, and there was a strong hostility in the depths of his bloody eyes.

What day is it again?

It was the day when the eldest prince of the Immortal Emperor married his concubine, so far away, there was still a barrier between two worlds.

(End of this chapter)