Feng Nitianjiao: Three Lives Three Worlds Song in the Cloud

Chapter 828 The man in the dream tonight [1]

60 years later.

It is still the twelfth lunar month of winter, it is still snowing heavily, and it is still the towering Liuyun Villa.

It is the No. [-] villa in the world, and its existence clearly reveals two glorious and ancient names.

Yun Moyao, a mainstream female of a generation, governs the villa with an iron fist. Behind her stands a man who is also famous all over the world.

The snow was like goose feathers, fluttering and falling towards the world. Ning Xuanwu had white hair. He looked at the woman dancing with a sword in the snow, and felt a trace of sadness in his heart.

60 years... 60 years have passed without knowing it...

He was already gray-haired, but she was still in full bloom, and her face had never aged.

He didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that she was not his after all.

He waited for her for 60 years, but he never got her.

"Ying, 60 years, so fast..." A tear slowly dripped from the corner of his eyes. Today, 60 years ago, that bloody night was a pain in his heart that could never be healed.

Even though Luo Yanying had disappeared into the world, it was his extravagant hope that he would never see her again in this life, but he still remembered how she looked in red that night.

He has been with Liuyun Moyao for 60 years, but he has never touched her because she doesn't allow it.

If she refuses, he will not force her, because he knows that she is an invincible woman in the world, if he uses force, the consequences will be disastrous.

Holding a glimmer of hope, he waited hard for sixty years. Is it time to leave now?

Xuanwu stared affectionately at the still dancing figure, then turned around quietly, he should go, he should leave this place forever, right...

Passing through the garden, bypassing the familiar pavilions and pavilions, he went to every place that had left good memories, and then walked towards the gate.

He knew that if he left this door, he might not have the chance to come back here again.

He is already an old man in his 80s, with white hair and beard, so what if he has Han Jin's skills?Getting old is getting old, and you can never be young again... Looking up at the still snowy sky, he suddenly thought of the man who had disappeared for a long time.

Ling Zhe, you are also so helpless, right... Xuanwu said silently in his heart, he knew that no one would answer it, he just deeply understood, whether it is Ling Zhe who possesses supreme mana, or the reincarnated Yu Jingzhuo Forget it, in the face of love in the world of mortals, even all the skills are useless.

A woman's heart can't be conquered by mana, can it?

If she doesn't love her, even Ling Zhe can't do anything about it?What's more, it's me... Xuanwu's heart is full of unresolved sadness.

In his package, there are only a few clothes that have never been worn in decades. They were left to him by Yan Yi, and she made them by herself back then.

"Xuanwu..." Liu Xiangfei ran towards him. She still had the youthful face of many years ago, but Bai Shunliang, who she took care of, was also old, too old to walk, so she could only walk in her arms. Under the care of her, she lived with difficulty in a wheelchair.

Shun Liang, who has suffered from dementia for 60 years...

Liu Xiang dressed in golden chrysanthemum clothes and quietly walked in front of Xuanwu, looking at this old man with a vicissitudes of life, even despair, she couldn't say any more harsh words, "Yaoyao is gone..."

The package crashed to the ground, he couldn't believe it, he just left for a moment, how could she disappear?
"The maid said that she was still practicing dancing in the garden just now, but a strong wind blew up on the ground, rolling up countless snowflakes, and when the wind passed, only Yaoyao's sword was left in place, and she disappeared..." Liu Xiang's hand was It is the long sword that Mo Yao always uses on weekdays.

(End of this chapter)