The third volume of "Feng Dancing in the Country" is a soul-stirring song
Chapter 1: I'm in Hell
Look up at the stars
I see your sleeping face
when i feel
Heartache unbearable
i will do it for you
Sing a song, a soul-soothing song
Tears fell into the ice and snow, and there was a ticking sound, and the cold ice surface seemed to stir up ripples.
Wei Ning looked in blankly and saw her own face slowly appearing in the rotating ripples.
"Close your eyes." Nightmare said softly.
Wei Ning was stunned for a moment, and Yi Yan closed her eyes. She felt that someone grabbed her hand and led her to stand up. She walked through a cold world and gradually heard someone's voice.
"Your Highness Wuji, there is no daylight at night, so you can't see her coming." A sinister and sinister voice spoke.
This voice is very familiar, it’s Wujiang!
Wei Ning opened her eyes, and suddenly a gust of cold wind blew over, bringing with it biting chills. She saw a piece of cold pool water, filled with cold moonlight, and the floating light was swaying.
There was a man in black robe standing in the pool, his face turned slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised an evil arc.
"It doesn't matter, the night has come to an end." An elegant voice sounded, mixed with the sound of liquid flowing, and a scent of mellow wine spread in the wind.
Wei Ning's heart skipped a beat, and she followed the sound and looked over. Suddenly, her eyes were dazzled by a dazzling purple.
The night slowly falls, her white clothes are flowing, and her long purple hair is like a flash of purple light falling from the sky, so gorgeous and dazzling that it takes away all the colors in the world.
"Mo Wuji..." Wei Ning murmured and wanted to walk over, but was grabbed by the hand behind him. He said calmly and cruelly: "Don't have wishful thinking. What you see is not real. It's just that
It’s just a memory.”
Wei Ning felt a pain in her heart, as if someone had stabbed her with a knife.
It's just a memory...
She bit her lip, stepped back slowly, and continued to look calmly at the things that happened a long time ago in her memory.
It was a wide pool with lotus flowers planted in it. At night, the lotus flowers were dyed ink by the night, blooming desolately under the cold moonlight.
There is a tall olive tree beside the pool, with lush leaves and branches. The purple-haired man is sitting lazily on a branch that sticks out diagonally, holding a wine bottle in one hand and gently twisting the wine glass in the other, surrounded by dazzling purple light.
His fingertips emitted light as bright as day.
In the light, the enchanting face is looming, delicate, lazy, noble and distant.
"Humph." The man standing in the pool turned around, his black robe flying, his pale and bloodless face, with a sinister expression and an evil smile.
Under his robe were countless ink-colored lotuses in full bloom, like bursts of black mist surrounding him coming from the water.
"Your Highness Wuji, when the world first opened, only you and Lord Nightmare were born. You are the pride among the gods, and we are just the envoys who protect the throne for the emperor. The disparity is so huge, and your green eyes look at each other, which makes people frightened."
"Is she also scared?" Mo Wuji smiled in the purple light, so noble and extraordinary.
Wujiang smiled, "I don't know about this. You know, she and I can never see each other."
"Although you are close, you are different after all." Mo Wuji said lightly.
