Wearing a red ancient tulle coat, she sat barefoot and half-lying on the ground of the bluestone slab of the pavilion, her waist-length hair was draped behind her wantonly, and her delicate little face wore gorgeous red makeup, becoming bewitching and beautiful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She was still singing the ancient song "Nagato Fu", her half-hearted phoenix eyes were full of sorrow, and the flowers made of gold leaf sprinkled on the gray floor, enveloping her in the golden loneliness.

Fu Jialan walked along the stone bridge, her heavy steps on the stone slab were clear and regular, so that the selfless singer came back to his senses, staring sideways at the man who was approaching step by step. Nine curved turns, Xianluo's expression was first surprised and then ecstatic, and finally burst into tears. Fu Jialan stood under the eaves of the pavilion, looking at the tearful person with an expressionless face, her clear phoenix eyes calm and deep.

"You're finally willing to see me......"

She couldn't help but be overjoyed, her hoarse voice echoed in the empty garden, her gorgeous cheeks blurred by surging tears, and her eyes as deep as stagnant water shone brightly. Almost instinctively, Slender got up and stepped over the golden flowers all over the ground and threw herself into Fu Jialan's arms, hugging the handsome body tightly, greedily breathing in the air that smelled of him.

Fu Jialan frowned, and subconsciously wanted to push her away, but for some reason, he couldn't move his hands as soon as he raised them, and his calm and waveless heart suddenly set off a wave of guilt and pity, which made him a little confused.

"I can't remember how many days...... You're finally willing to come and see me......"

The person in his arms choked, and the green jade hand firmly grabbed Fu Jialan's heavy coat, as if holding a lost and recovered treasure, and the hoarse and muffled cry covered endless thoughts and resentments.

"Who are you?" his heart couldn't stop trembling and aching, and Fu Jialan's breath gradually became disordered.

"Don't you remember me?" The hoarse voice trembled, and the bright heavy makeup couldn't hide the whiteness of the little face at the moment, and the misty teary eyes were soon dyed with monstrous despair and grief.

"You don't even remember me!"

The mournful cry came to an abrupt end, and the petite man pushed Fu Jialan away, raising his head and screaming at the drowsy sky.

"You don't even remember me!"

"My love remains the same, you don't even remember me!"

"How can you do this to me! How can you do this to me......"

He screamed hysterically, and sat down on the golden flowers all over the ground, his thin body like a small snowflake in the cold wind, swaying, as if he was about to sink into the dust in the next moment, turning into invisible droplets of water and dissipating.

In front of him, he cried heartbreakingly, Fu Jialan's heart was touched for no reason, although he had already known that this was a person made of hallucination, but this scene gave him too much familiarity, as if he had really seen such a fiber.

Who the hell is she?

"Who are you!" Fu Jialan drank coldly, her good-looking phoenix eyes were full of ice, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Glaro pointed at himself and sneered, his desperate eyes covered with a bit of mockery, "Who am I, you ask?"

The slender hand grabbed a handful of golden flowers like venting, and with a force, he pinched the delicate golden flowers into a ball and threw them at Fu Jialan, roaring with a crying voice: "Who do you say I am!"

"How can you forget my ......"

The eyes that were already unfamiliar pierced Xianluo's heart throbbed, and he lay down in the golden everywhere and cried, his little body full of pathos.

Looking at this helpless figure, Fu Jialan's heart ached, she staggered back a few steps, turned her face and didn't dare to look at it again. This inexplicable evasion, even Fu Jialan's reason can't be controlled.

Time seemed to fly by at this moment, except for the unforgettable cries of Silk, the whole beautiful and luxurious garden quickly decayed, the lush trees withered and fell, and the blue waves of the lake dried up until the cracked bottom of the lake was exposed. The delicate pavilion also became dilapidated and mottled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the brilliant paintings on the bucket arches fell off and faded.

Fu Jialan was surprised, losing his former calmness, there was a voice in his head that couldn't accept the garden that had suddenly become decadent, and a pain hidden in his heart was about to come out, and he was afraid of this pain.

"Don't forget me, okay?" the weeping man looked up and pleaded with the man in front of him.

"When the ......"

The silver sword in Fu Jialan's hand fell to the ground, Jun Yi's phoenix eyes were full of disbelief, and the pain in his heart made Jun's face pale and colorless.

I saw that the ground was full of ruins, Cheng Liang's golden flowers faded and shone like dead branches and leaves lying on the floor, and the people lying in it had turned into white hair, their bewitching faces were old and obscure, their originally clear eyes were muddy and vicissitudes, and their crisp voices were as rough as tattered trumpets.

How can this person who is full of wind and frost be a bewitching and pure coquette?

"Who the hell are you?" Fu Jialan almost shouted out this sentence, and her eyes were frighteningly red.

Xianluo smiled bitterly, and two lines of red teardrops slipped down his cloudy pupils, and blood and tears dripped down his cheeks onto the dull golden flower, smudged into a bloody golden flower.

"You're here after all, but you forgot about me......"

After saying these words with all his strength, the delicate body lost its support and fell limply on the cold stone slab, and the snow flew with the wind, roaring to bury the dead, and whitening this desolate world.

"Ahh

This scene was too cruel, Fu Jialan had a splitting headache, hugged his head and roared, and the heart-wrenching sadness invaded his reason, faintly as if he remembered something, but he couldn't break through the prohibition and touch that mysterious memory. This kind of contradiction that he wanted to think of but couldn't think of anything tormented his thoughts, and the pain that hurt his soul made him not even have the strength to move for a moment.

"Who are you!"

Breaking through the sky, Fu Jialan rushed forward with madness to catch the person who had died, but as soon as he touched it, the person on the ground dissipated into a little dull gold dust and disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the empty palm, Fu Jialan's heart was empty, her face was so white that there was no trace of blood, and her thin lips had a self-deprecating and bitter smile.

At this time, the declining garden snowflakes danced gracefully, Fu Jialan gradually calmed down in the whiteness, and there was still a smile on his lips, but after a short adjustment, his state had returned to normal, those inexplicable emotions were all suppressed, and his handsome face could no longer see a minute of panic.

For a moment, he was truly completely bewildered by the scene, forgetting that the miserable Filaro was a hallucination. I can't tell why I was like that, but the guilt and heartache really hit his reason and made him unable to think independently.

"It's really worthy of the Soul Fantasy City. ”

It's really embarrassing, Fu Jialan shook his head, he has never been so embarrassed since returning to China. Trapped in a hallucination by Shura for a day and a night, he was able to talk and laugh freely, sarcastically mocking Shura with sharp words.

And he had only been in the Soul Fantasy City for only a few hours, and he was made out of shape by the second illusion, which was really a resounding slap in the face.

But......

Fu Jia's blue eyes changed, it was precisely in this way that the Soul Fantasy City was worth entering!

Stepping on the dull golden flower, Fu Jialan continued to move forward with the excitement of hunter hunting.