Ordered to Marry Thrice, The Mysterious Wangfei

Hua Yuman did not answer Mo Ziting and walked in the depths of Qingyun City.

After walking through a long ladder, they passed through a large hall, then walked down a basement, and then a long curved staircase. Finally, they saw an underground sea. There was a colorful circle in the center of the sea. The vortex continued to rotate, and Hua Yuman jumped without thinking.

Mo Ziting was shocked. The slewing head looked absolutely clear and had not yet opened. Thirteen had already jumped first, followed by Feng Mingmo.

Mo Ziting gritted his teeth and pulled it up and jumped!

This colored vortex blocks the surrounding water. After Hua Yuman jumps down, the body is not wet, and it floats on a round stone platform. In front of her, there are more Lingshi round tables. In the center, there is a transparent crystal coffin with a beautiful and quiet man lying on it, surrounded by petals...

Hua Yuman has not been close, tears have fallen...

She suddenly did not dare to go forward, and her footsteps were fixed, and for a long time she could not take another step.

Thirteen eyes looked forward, and the breath seemed to be stagnant. He looked nervously at the small feathers in front of him, fearing that her emotions were out of control. When she thought about it, he still took her hand up.

"Little feathers, don't leave me!"

His voice was full of prayers, full of sorrow, and even Mo Ziting couldn't help but feel sad after listening to her. She broke open the bright hand and stepped forward.

When she saw the beautiful man in the crystal plaque in front of her indescribable language, she was stunned.

The man is really beautiful, even more beautiful than the world's first beautiful man snow mark, although his eyes are closed, it seems that there is no breathing, but the long eyelashes still give people a kind of vitality.

"Who is she?" She turned and asked for her lucidity.

Unveiled her hand and shook her head. "I'm not sure, but it may be Fengmoxi! This person is almost exactly the same as the Fengmo River that the wife once painted."

Mo Ziting was shocked. This Fengmoxi is really...

It’s really beautiful and unforgettable.

!

She secretly looked at the thirteen in front, and then looked at Feng Ming Mo, and found that the three people are different in appearance and temperament. The beauty of Feng Moxi is clear and beautiful, pure and beautiful, Fengmei Momei It is a bit gloomy and overbearing. The thirteenth is a contradictory complex. It combines two feelings into one. However, his pure beauty seems to be only reserved for Man, and others only see the latter...

At this moment, Hua Yuman suddenly flashed his body, and the man had already arrived at the crystal plaque. Her face was tightly attached to the sash and looked inside.

For a while, she looked at the 13th seriously, "I want to save him!"

"Small feathers, when he dissipated all the spiritual power, in order to keep your soul, do you want to sleep instead of him now? I am not allowed!"

Thirteen tightly hugged her, not letting her act rashly.

Although Feng Moxi is very good for small feathers, she has also paid a lot for her, but he can no longer lose small feathers, no.

Hua Yuman’s eyes shed a tear in his eyes...

"Then I will not leave the city, I want to wait for him to wake up here!" Hua Yuman suddenly fell, and if it wasn't for the thirteen holding her, she would have fallen to the ground.

"Little feathers, don't do this, get up!" Thirteen distressed, she didn't want such a sad little feather.

Although I know that she was very sad when she thought of her in the past, but things have already happened, life has come back, they can no longer repeat the revival.

"Sun, I am so tired, so tired..." said, Hua Yuman fell asleep again.

Thirteen is really scared, and when he is sure that she is just asleep, he is relieved.

"Feng Mingmo, is this what you want?" Thirteen cold and cold looking at a gloomy face, do not know what Fengming ink is thinking.

Feng Ming Mosen’s cold road: “The heart was just amnesia. If it was not amnesia, she would not fall in love with you. I want to let time go back again, I will go back to the past...”

"You are crazy!" Thirteen completely disapproved, handed the small feathers to Mo Ziting for care, and then went to Feng Ming Mo, and raised his fist to give Feng Ming ink a punch.

"Do you really think that your own strength is stronger than me? If it was a small feather that was asking me, I could not deliberately lose it to you. I actually regretted doing this. I should have killed you in the first place..."

"You let me?" Feng Mingmo did not believe, "Are you not recovering now? We will find it again. Those who win will have Yu..."

"Impossible, I will not take a small feather as a bet, she is mine, it will always be mine. Feng Ming Mo, you have been wrong again, if you insist, you only die!"

Thirteen pulled the last word very long, indicating that he was disheartened.

At this moment, Hua Yuman suddenly woke up, her whole person was a little embarrassed, her eyes swept to the crystal gong, and immediately ran over, Mo Zhai Tula did not pull.

"Feng Moxi, I know, you can hear me talking, can you hear me talking right? Snow dream is your deliberate sent to me, before the desert in the seabed city, you are giving me Those who come to move the spring water, when I am in trouble, you are also helping me... You obviously can leave me alone, obviously can ignore me, why are you so stupid, why?"

Hua Yuman suddenly smashed the crystal official cover with a punch, but the pieces did not hurt the Feng Moxi lying inside. She lifted her hand and Feng Moxi immediately sat up straight, her handcuffs The sly shot was on the back of Feng Moxi, and a powerful spiritual power began to transfer from Feng Moxi to himself...

"Little feathers..." Thirteen, when she realized what she was doing, he was panicked, and immediately shot on the back of the small feathers and transferred his spiritual power to her.

Hua Yuman’s eyes are moving, but he can’t say anything, and he can’t retreat. So, he can only continue.

.

Feng Mingmo was annoyed in the heart. After watching Yu Er and the thirteenth, he finally took the palm of his hand and shot it on the back of the thirteenth. He passed his spiritual power to the thirteen.

Mo Ziting looked timid and scared. She was uneasy and pulled the blindness around her. "What are they doing?"

He shook his head in the light, he did not understand, but from the eager look of the master, it must be a very serious matter.

The Feng Nationality elders standing next to each other suddenly sighed, "Death, they are giving their own life to that person..."

Feng Mingmo was also surprised. "What is the result of this?"

"If you succeed in life sharing, if one person does not die, then the other party will not die, if it fails..."

"Then they will succeed?" Seeing that the foremost Man is getting weaker and weaker, Feng Mohan is also anxious, and he wants to go up and open Man.

"It's hard to say that the people in this coffin have been sleeping for countless years. If he is awake, the other person must live longer than him to wake him up... If Feng Ming Mo is the eternal body, then life sharing, They are not going to die, they are most traumatized, the problem is..."

When Mo Ziting heard this, she suddenly felt amazed. She suddenly seemed to know why she had crossed here. She took off her bright hand and ran to the foremost Hua Yuman, holding Man’s cold hand. ......

At this moment, a whole golden light flashed through the entire underground sea, and the dazzling golden light spurs everyone to open their eyes...

When the golden light disappeared, everyone saw an incredible scene. The white hair of all the Feng people in the room turned black. Fengmian ink fell to the ground and fainted. Thirteen stood, although he was exhausted, he was still tight. Holding his small feathers tightly.

Hua Yuman has already fainted, her face is filled with a distressing smile, her eyes are tightly closed, and her breathing is very weak.

Mo Ziting holding her hand has become an ice sculpture. In the end, it is very painful to stare at her, tears are flowing, my heart is hurting, but no sound is heard.

At this moment, in the crystal enamel, the man with the same beautiful flower sat up from the hail. His hair was long and long, but his hair was not white, nor black, but a gorgeous purple.

He glanced around and his body flashed. The man had already left the crystal cymbal. The next moment, he took Hua Yuman out of his thirteen arms and patted it on her head several times, then Sighed deeply.

"Stupid girl, why do you have to do this! You have said, I am not old, not dead, not destroyed, not destroyed, eternal life will live. You are not too much, I am still sleeping for a hundred years!"

His hand caressed her cold face, and her heart hurts!

Hua Yuman, who was originally in a coma, seemed to hear his voice. She whispered like a nightmare. "I don't want you to die, don't sleep for a hundred years. I am a mortal now, life is only a few hundred years, and it's hard to remember you. I am afraid, I will forget you when I wake up!"

"Actually, I feel that you forgot us very well!" Feng Moxi extended a beautiful hand, up and down on her face and eyebrows, stopped and touched, seems to be making some kind of decision.

Forgotten, it will not hurt, right?

"Yu, would you blame me?" Feng Moxi hesitated, thinking deeply, could not get a hand for a long time.

"What do you want to do?" Feng Yuexun suddenly rushed over and pushed Feng Moxi hard. His eyes were full of anger.

Man is her friend, she won't let this man hurt her.

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