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The beautiful woman fell softly into Fusu's arms. Fusu's eyes were red and he looked at his hands in disbelief. Why was it him? He was the one who killed her. Impossible, impossible.

Yes, this will definitely not be reality.

Fusu screamed crazily. His screams resounded throughout the world. The woman in his arms had become cold. The gurgling blood condensed into brilliant red flowers. The world was vast. There was no such person in the world.

The peerless person has no more cherries.

Farewell to the North City. Looking back at the amber color for three lives. Farewell to the West City. Turning around for a lifetime of glazed white. Looking forward to the bright spring, there is no peerless person here.

"Cherry, my cherry."

The scene turned into darkness, and in the darkness, her face was as bright as a firefly, but he couldn't keep up with her as he ran wildly, and was still unable to hold her in his arms.

"No, no, no, it's not like this, it's not like this, it's not me, it's not me." Mo Yu shouted, and the flame of the Nirvana Holy Fire became unstable. Feng Aoran was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

, gritted his teeth and rushed into the flames.

The phoenix flame protects the Phoenix clan, but she is not a phoenix. As soon as she entered the flame, Feng Aoran's body suddenly became hot, and the skin all over her body seemed to burst. She hugged Mo Yu tightly and endured the pain.

He lost all his spiritual power to Mo Yu bit by bit, and suddenly he

The power of his own soul penetrated into Mo Yu's soul. The two people's souls were originally blended, so they soon became linked together. Their souls were connected. Feng Aoran immediately felt the tremor in Mo Yu's soul.

What kind of pain could make him tremble like this.

Feng Aoran hugged him tightly, and her soul said, "Mo Yu, Mo Yu, can you hear me? I am your Zhuo'er, can you hear me?"

Feng Aoran called her name one after another, but those sounds were like mud cows drowning in the sea without any response at all. Feng Aoran still called her name one after another, even if there was no response, she still called, she knew he would hear it,

She believed he could hear it.

In the dark world, Fusu is still chasing the figure of the God of Slaughter. There is always only a certain distance between him and her, but that small distance cannot be crossed no matter what. It seems that he can reach out and reach him.

He hugged her into his arms, but in fact the short distance was like two worlds that could never be broken apart.

"Moyu, Moyu."

Suddenly a faint voice came into the dark world. Fusu paused, looked back, and muttered silently, "Mo Yu? Who is Mo Yu?"

He was confused, and suddenly heard another voice: "Can you hear it? I am your Zhuo'er."

"Zhuo'er?" Fusu's heart was full of doubts. He actually forgot to chase the fluttering figure. He stood there and looked at the void around him, but saw nothing. He was just about to continue.

He went to chase the God of Killing, but he heard the fluttering voice again.

"Mo Yu, Mo Yu, I am Zhuo'er, I am your Zhuo'er. If you hear the answer, please answer me."

The voice was like a spell, completely freezing Fusu in place. He frowned and thought deeply, Mo Yu, Mo Yu, Zhuoer, these two names are so familiar, really so familiar.

"Who is Mo Yu? Who is Zhuo'er? Who am I?" Fusu was a little confused. He looked at the figure like a firefly, and suddenly felt that the figure was so illusory, as if it was just a person at all.

It was just an illusion. He lowered his head and looked at his hands. These hands were once stained with her blood. She was already dead. Yes, she was already dead.

Fusu thought clearly, and suddenly the illusory figure turned into countless petals and slowly shattered, and the whole world suddenly lit up again.

At this moment, he was in the misty Jiangnan. It was midsummer. The weather in Jiangnan was indeed very comfortable. He was standing on a small boat. There were many people around not far away. It seemed that someone was playing the piano. He curiously punted the boat away.

, there are two stunning beauties there, especially that Meng

The woman wearing a veil who was playing the piano was as bright as a pearl. All the other people suddenly disappeared. Only the girl playing the piano was left in his eyes. Her red lips opened and closed, and melodious music floated out of her air.

, as if countless fairies were playing fairy music.

This song only exists in heaven, how many times can it be heard in the human world?

He was obsessed with the hazy Jiangnan in July and the melodious music of the piano.

"Lin Zhuo'er, I lost." The other woman smiled sadly, and said the word "lose" with conviction.

Lin Zhuoer?

Mo Yu suddenly raised his head and looked at the woman he was obsessed with. He thought of her name again and again in his heart, Zhuoer, Zhuoer.

Who is he? Who is he? He asked himself again and again, and a floating voice came into her ears again.

"Mo Yu, Mo Yu, can you hear me?"

"Mo Yu, is my name Mo Yu?" Mo Yu looked at himself in confusion, and the scene in front of him gradually changed again.

In front of him is the white snow, the sky has just opened, and the ice and snow have not yet melted. He is riding on a tall horse, followed by a million troops, and in front of him is a high city wall, on which a woman wearing a red wedding dress is smiling.

"Chengjun, from now on I will never owe you anything. Today I am going to marry someone. I have harmed this country, so I am going to marry him today."

The girl's voice floated, but it was full of helplessness and pain. Then her body fell from the city wall like a falling butterfly. His heart suddenly became empty. He really wanted to jump over and save her.

She held him in her arms.

"Zhuoer, Zhuoer."

"Zhuo'er——" Mo Yu shouted, and Feng Aoran showed a smile on his face, and quickly said excitedly: "Mo Yu, Mo Yu, did you hear me, did you hear me?

"

Mo Yu's eyes slowly opened. The extreme pain came back again, which made him feel a little heartbroken. He opened his eyes and looked at the scenery in front of him. He couldn't react. He heard someone calling him in his arms. This time

Looking down, he reacted when he saw that familiar face. He reached out and hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and then said with some excitement: "As long as you're okay, it's okay."

Mo Yu hugged her tightly, but suddenly thought of where she was, and looked at Feng Aoran with some worry. Seeing the paleness on her face, Da Heng quickly picked her up and walked out quickly.

into the flames.

When Feng Aoran saw that Mo Yu was fine, he tilted his head and fainted. The flames were really uncomfortable!

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