As for Feng Cang, who was sitting in the cave in the distance, she seemed to have really blended into the character. Her eyes were narrowed in mist, as if she was really sleeping in Chu Wuyou's arms and murmuring love words with him.
But the fact is that she was leaning on the stone platform alone, with her hands folded across her chest, trying to cast spells to weave an illusion while wandering in that fictitious dream.
It would be great if that dream was true.
Looking at the two people inside, Chang Le felt as if she was in a trance. There was a faint fragrance of flowers coming from the distance, making her seem to have entered a dream.
She crawled to the ground in discomfort, her eyes opened sharply, and she was ready to get up and open the door to go in and explain to them.
However, when she smelled the floral fragrance, she couldn't stand up at all and her body felt limp. The floral fragrance was the same as the rosemary before.
Could it be Feng Cang? What on earth does this crazy woman want to do?
"Looking for her? Why am I looking for her? Wouldn't it be better to just let her die in the forest. Cang'er, there are only you and me here. What do you want her to do? Don't let her disturb our good time."
Chu Wuyou suddenly lowered his head, narrowed his eyes very gently, and lazily narrowed his eyes. His bright red lips covered Feng Cang's lips, and the two of them started kissing with their lips and teeth intertwined.
The two of them were kissing like this, but Chang Le outside was already very angry. She felt like someone was slashing her heart with a knife, and every cut made her heart bleed.
He is kissing her, why? It turns out that all the good things he did to her were lies to her, and he is actually kissing her!
She didn't dare to look. Would they do something more extreme? The two of them would take off their clothes, like he did to her?
"Chu Wuyou, how could you do this to me? Chu Wuyou, you bastard, I will kill you right now!" After Chang Le said that, he got up, took out the whip between his legs, and hit the flower house.
past.
At this time, the two people inside had already heard her voice. Among them, Feng Cang had narrowed his eyes coldly and closed the greenhouse with a bang, leaving only a window open for Chang Le to see.
"Xu Changle, what are you yelling at outside? Wuyou loves me. He doesn't love you at all. I advise you to give up and get out! Otherwise, don't blame us for being merciless!"
Feng Cang's voice was cold and he closed the door tightly, as if he was afraid that Chang Le would go in and snatch Chu Wuyou.
In fact, only Feng Cang herself knew that this Chu Wuyou and she were both dummies made by herself. They were fictitious phantoms that could only be seen from a distance, not up close.
As long as you take a closer look, you can see that these are basically two wisps of green smoke. A person can reach out and pass through their bodies. Once the phantom is seen through and disturbed, it will slowly disappear.
But that is a relatively low-level phantom. Her phantom is relatively high-level. Even if it is disturbed by others, it will not disappear. It will only disappear if she no longer wants to arrange it.
Changle had just traveled across time and had no idea that there was an illusion in this world, so he had no doubts about what he saw before him.
Everyone was closing their doors, and she would only annoy people by rushing over like a bitch. Thinking of this, she took two steps back dejectedly and threw the long whip in her hand to the ground.
She had never been the kind of woman who would beg for mercy and love to cry. She raised her eyes coldly, held back her tears, and swore in her heart that since Chu Wuyou's treatment of her was all an illusion, she didn't have to