The power of one hundred thousand Tiangang soldiers cannot be underestimated.
In the blink of an eye, cracks appeared in the impregnable city.
Seeing that the unreachable city wall was about to collapse, at this moment, Murong Feixue looked up and discovered that in addition to the demon soldiers who were resisting tenaciously, there were actually three more people on top of the city.
One is the woman who looks exactly like me. You can tell without guessing that she is Nuwa.
The other one was a little boy who looked to be seven or eight years old. He was originally innocent and innocent, but he looked down at himself under the city wall with a serious face. When he came into contact with such eyes, Murong Feixue's heart felt like a sharp knife.
The boy was cut open with a sharp knife and dripping with blood. This boy was none other than her biological son, Long Fei, who almost died in childbirth after being pregnant for ten months.
Behind Long Fei, there stood a handsome man with a bright appearance. He had black hair and white robes, and a graceful demeanor. His cold and arrogant expression seemed to contain no emotion. He stood on a high place like an elegant nobleman, looking down at the city wall.
All sentient beings, as if all people should humbly bow their heads and surrender at his feet.
She knew this person very well, it was the husband who accompanied her day and night - Long Ming.
But at the moment, she seemed to be the most familiar person, but also the least familiar person. She had never seen that kind of indifferent look. She could not imagine that one day he would look at her with such a look. Cold.
His expression was as if he had never seen himself before or knew himself before.
"Murong Feixue, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. Unfortunately, it is too late for you to think about anything now. The soul of Situ Longkong in Long Ming has been awakened by me! Even Long Fei has taken refuge in my name long ago.
, now you have nothing, you are just a homeless poor guy..."
Nuwa stood on top of the city, overlooking Murong Feixue from a high position, and spoke sarcastically in a clear and elegant voice. Every sentence, every word seemed to be pierced into Murong Feixue's heart, making her miserable.
"Feixue, are those your husband and children? I'll help you get them back!" Yuan Shiyi said indignantly.
Nie Huayun stretched out his hand to hold Yuan Shi again, shook his head and reminded quietly: "Have you not noticed that Long Ming and Long Fei are no longer normal? Look at their eyes, there is nothing in them. It is a small matter not to recognize their relatives.
, I’m afraid it’s already controlled by others.”
Hearing this, Murong Feixue's heart trembled uncontrollably. His face suddenly turned pale, and the body on the horse began to tremble uncontrollably. It was like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, helplessly drifting in the wind.
, he may fall to the ground at any time.
She never wanted the past to happen again! Even if Long Ming's body really contained Situ Longkong's soul, she would have to knock it out with her own hands, stick by stick! Even if Nuwa controlled Long Ming's mind, she would still have to do it bit by bit.
Click to call back.
Her husband, her children, no one can take them away, no one!
After Murong Feixue made up her mind, not only was she not distracted by Nuwa's shouting, but she became more confident and calm.
She raised her head and shouted with a sonorous and powerful voice: "Nu Wa, please return this person, otherwise, the only person who will truly betray your family and friends is yourself."
"Hahaha...a joke! Since you are so stubborn, then give it a try!
