Fu Changyu stroked Han Moyu's forehead over and over again, and said, "You used to love me so much, and what will happen when your seal is lifted?" Will you hate me for remembering everything? Or if I am corrupted by demonic energy and die, can you shed a tear for me? Or will you slowly forget about me? Or will you live with painful memories forever? ”

"Tell me, do you want to remember everything, or do you want to forget everything? Tell me your choice. %Le%Wen%." Fu Changyu looked at Han Moyu gently and asked, "No matter what choice you make, I will let you get your wish." ”

Han Moyu looked at Fu Changyu blankly, not knowing why.

"Okay," Fu Changyu smiled slightly, "then tell me, do you want to know who I really am?" Han Moyu listened and nodded. Good. Fu Changyu smiled, "Come, sit next to me." I'll help you break the seal. Fu Changyu entered the bathtub.

Han Moyu obediently moved over and sat opposite Fu Changyu, looking at Fu Changyu with a pair of puzzled eyes.

"Turn your back on me." Fu Changyu said.

Han Moyu had to obediently turn around and sit down again. Fu Changyu sat behind her, reached out and stroked her long, silky hair. Most of the hair, which had been pale as snow just now, had turned black.

The whole hair was scattered, and the lower end was immersed in the pool water, floating like an unpredictable cloud, and like a water plant moving with the waves, it was very beautiful. Her clothes were soaked in water and stuck to her back, and you could even see the color of her skin through her clothes.

Fu Changyu looked at Han Moyu's back in confusion, sighed softly, and said, "I don't know what kind of situation it will be when you wake up?" If you look at my eyes, you can't be so eager, right? You're not going to get so close and let me stroke your hair at will, will you? ”

As he spoke, he stroked Han Moyu's hair, put his hands on it, pressed it on Han Moyu's back, and then closed his eyes and exercised the needle.

In the tub, it was steaming, and the two of them remained motionless in one position for a long time. Fu Changyu's face became worse and worse, and beads of sweat continued to appear on his forehead, and he tumbled down and fell into the water. His whole body began to tremble.

At this time, with a whoosh, a golden needle emerged from a certain acupuncture point on the top of Han Moyu's head, leaped across an arc, and fell into the water.

Immediately afterwards, the second golden needle also jumped out, let out a high-pitched chirp, and fell into the water. Then the third, the fourth gold needle. The golden needles swished out and shot into the water, and then sank again.

At this time, Fu Changyu's entire cheeks turned blue, he gritted his teeth and used the last trace of strength in his body to push the true qi into Han Moyu's body, and the last golden needle finally flew out of the Baihui point above Han Moyu's head and fell.

Fu Changyu spat out a mouthful of blood, opened his eyes and showed a pale smile, and then fell headlong into the tub, making a huge splash.

……

Han Moyu woke up. Next to her, there was a person lying on the bed, it was Fu Changyu.

Why is she here? What's going on?

Han Moyu's brows tightened, and she felt a splitting headache; Suddenly, such a picture popped up from her mind: The lobby of the Cold Mansion was full of white silk, fluttering in the wind. In the middle of the mourning hall, there is a coffin, the coffin has not been closed, and the one lying quietly inside is actually Mrs. Han, the head of the Han Mansion!

Han Moyu was a little surprised. These memories gradually became clear from vagueness.

The earth-shattering cries inside and outside the mourning hall resounded in her ears that day. The room was full of people, all dressed in white filial piety clothes, kneeling in the mourning hall and weeping. Mrs. Han died, turned into a cold corpse, and lay quietly in the coffin, no longer able to see the look and expression on her face.

She even vividly remembered the funeral that day. The long funeral procession stretched far away. All she saw were pale faces, weeping eyes, and white paper money fluttering in the sky. What she heard was the earth-shattering cries of men and women, terrible and tragic.

She saw with her own eyes that the coffins were lowered and placed in the dug burial chambers, which were then covered with a thick layer of earth. Then, her mother, the once magnificent and powerful woman, was buried in the ground forever. All love and hatred also disappeared at that time, like a kite blown off by a gust of wind, floating to the edge of the sky.

Then, it was Mrs. Han's biological son, who disappeared for a few days, and Fu Changyu returned. She clearly remembered the scene of that day, at that time, Fu Changyu came back covered in blood, with a strong black aura all over his body, which made her feel extremely terrible.

However, this terrible man had a fatal attraction at the same time, which made her unconsciously want to get closer to see. That same night, the man suddenly stabbed her in the heart with a sharp blade, and looked at her with such a deep gaze in her surprised eyes, and she trembled to see her.

It was a sacrifice, a sacrifice of blood!! That's right, the sacrifice of blood!! She screamed, her hands over her head. Once, that person also treated her so cruelly, deceived her, led her to the Changfeng Pavilion, and then gave her a knife when she was defenseless!

That person wants her blood, her life!! Yes, he wants to use her blood to sacrifice the sealed Bloodthirsty Demon King and resurrect the Bloodthirsty Demon King!! That's right, it's the person in front of you!! Even if he turns to ashes, she'll recognize him!!

It was this person who brutally hurt her again and again, and let out such a terrifying and arrogant laugh! She would never forget the man's fierce eyes and terrifying laughter!!!

Han Moyu screamed and pounced, grabbed the unconscious Fu Changyu's neck, and shook it violently, she shouted like crazy: "Why do you want to deceive me?!! Why are you treating me like this?!! Why!!! ”

Her eyes instantly turned blood-red, her hair instantly turned white, her skin became even whiter, and strange blue rose branches immediately crawled all over her neck and cheeks. The long, sharp nails on her palms had grown and pierced deep into her skin, and a stream of blackened blood flowed out.

The blood was sticky and black, and it had been stained with cold ink on his hands.

"Blood...... It's a warm ......" Han Mo muttered to himself, but his heart seemed to be broken, and he was uncomfortable. She cried out in a frenzy, "How can your blood be warm?!! You shouldn't have warm blood, your blood is cold, because your heart is made of ice!! She shouted, tears welling up in her eyes. She let go of her hand with a shudder and took two steps back.

She looked at the blackened viscous blood, and suddenly remembered that Fu Changyu had been eroded by demonic energy. That person was hit by the demonic energy, and he obviously couldn't use his skills, but he had to force out the golden needle that sealed the memory for her in the medicine barrel, why is this?!

Could it be that his conscience has found out? Or, to fulfill her requests? Han Moyu slowly stepped back, she shook her head, she felt that she suddenly couldn't understand the person in front of her.

Obviously cruel to her, but after she disappeared, he went out of the city alone to look for her!! She clearly remembered the coldness of the cold dew on her hands when she touched the man's shirt at that time.

Obviously so cruel to her, but he had to gently hold her in his arms and say an unswerving oath to death!! is so cruel to her, but he has to sacrifice his life to save her when she is chased by the enemy, but he sacrifices his life to save her when she falls into the lake!!