Immortal Loves Cat Also

"Who are you talking about?" Ah Feng suddenly blurred in front of him, and the name he spit out in his mouth was silent. Qingwu frowned and twisted tightly, and stubbornly stared at ah Feng in spite of the tearing pain in his heart.

But no matter how ah Feng repeated the name, Qingwu couldn't hear it clearly.

Until it was dark again, everything around disappeared.

But for a moment, the pain in her heart disappeared, and everything in front of Qingwu changed. Ah Feng was gone, and everything familiar appeared in front of her.

This is immortal valley. You can go to the little friends she knows are not there. Even master didn't see them.

Under the big tree where she often sleeps lazily, a woman in a red skirt sits on the ground. There are many wooden cards at her feet, and she is holding a red rope in her hand, trying to pass the red rope through the wooden card.

"Who are you? Why in fairy Valley? Where's my master? " Qingwu walked over, stood in front of the red skirt woman, twisted his eyebrows and asked.

The woman suddenly raised her head, but instead of looking at her, she looked into the sky. Until now, Qingwu could see the woman's face.

Qingwu thought carefully and didn't think of who this person was, but... There was a vague sense of familiarity.

"Lord Qingwu!" As soon as the woman looked frozen, she greeted her with respect.

Qingwu thought she was calling herself, but she saw her go straight through her body and meet behind her.

As soon as Qingwu turned back, he saw a porch falling from the heaven.

"Lord Qingwu." The woman in the red dress came to the man and bowed her head slightly. She was vaguely surprised.

Qingwu couldn't see the man's face clearly, but she could see her battle clothes stained with blood. It seemed that she had just returned from the battlefield. Her strength was too late to converge. She stood in place without action.

But the red skirt woman could not stand the hostility on her, her face turned white for a few minutes, and even stepped back uncontrollably.

Qingwu couldn't feel these. She just looked at the man curiously. The man had the same name as her, and she had gathered in front of the man and still couldn't see the face clearly.

Not knowing how long it took, the man uttered a word.

The voice was very hoarse. Qingwu inexplicably heard the taste of dead silence. The pain that seemed to tear before swept through again. It was so fierce that she couldn't support and lost consciousness in an instant.

"What's the use of having this spirit? Take it for me. "

Emotional soul

When Qingwu opened her eyes, she subconsciously thought of this, and then thought of Wen Yue's loss of half of her soul. Her first thought was that the person had something to do with Wen Yue, but soon, she denied her idea.

Although she couldn't see the man's face clearly, she knew that under the bloody war clothes was a daughter. In addition, the man was also called Qingwu.

With her name.

But... Qingwu is sure that his soul is intact.

Is it the illusion that she mixed herself with Wen Yue's situation? That's why it became something that she made people draw their love, Qingwu thought puzzled.

Then a voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

"Wen Xiaomiao?"

When Qingwu woke up, Wen Yue shouted to her, but she didn't respond. Even her eyes were stunned. Wen Yue's heart was tight and shouted to her again.

"Meow?" Ah? Qingwu blinked and temporarily pressed the illusion to the bottom of her heart. She looked up at Wen Yue. Seeing the worry in his eyes, she warmed up and patted the back of his hand to indicate that she was OK.