Cen Duxiao didn't push open the door for a long time, and Wangshu looked at her next to her, not understanding what she was hesitating about.

Wangshu said, "You went in, don't you want to see him?"

"Thank you. Cen Duxiao turned his face sideways and said very sincerely: "Wangshu, thank you for being here." ”

From preventing the fox from waking up, to coming to the underworld, Wangshu helped her solve many problems, and she felt warm, and at the same time, she had to repeatedly emphasize in her heart that he was Wangshu, and he was not Fusang.

Wangshu didn't seem to be used to such a polite host, he was stunned for a while, he touched his chin, and said with a heartless smile: "If you really want to thank me, why don't you come to something practical?"

"You won't let me kiss you, how can I actually do it?"

Cen Duxiao said this sentence almost without thinking at all, and after speaking, she realized that she subconsciously regarded Wangshu as Fusang again, this sentence was obviously flirting, in addition to her love to flirt with Fusang, she was a serious person who "gave and received kisses between men and women" to other men.

Wangshu was shocked, held his forehead, covered his slightly flushed face, and shouted: "You woman, do you know shame!"

Wangshu heart: How can a master who covets his beauty all day long? Is it too late to change his face now?!

Cen Duxiao lowered her head, embarrassed and didn't dare to look up at him, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I made a mistake." ”

I'm sorry, Fuso. I recognized him as you again. He's not you, he's not.

She was entangled repeatedly in her heart, ashamed, and had to divert the topic: "Then what practical do you want?"

Wangshu hung down the eyelash curtain, touched the tip of his nose curtainly, seemed to be a little embarrassed to speak, and said for a long time: "I...... I want to eat mortal food. "He was going to say this.

He has been staying in the underworld since he appeared in human form, and he has not eaten a good meal, although he is a sword, he will not die of hunger without eating, but in the years he has accompanied the two masters, he has seen countless delicacies in the world, and he is greedy.

In the past, he was just a piece of iron and couldn't eat anything delicious, but now that he is in human form, he must eat it back.

Cen Duxiao couldn't cry or laugh: "Look at your little bit of interest." ”

Wangshu's appearance at the moment is completely childlike, and his initial human form is similar to that of a mortal child, but he can see more and understand more than a mortal child.

Wangshu was annoyed and ashamed: "Don't you also like to eat meat, why can't I? If you don't take me, I'll go by myself!"

Cen Duxiao smiled, she glanced up and down at Shu, and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if I eat fat, you have to eat less, if you are fat, I can't take you, you can fight by yourself." ”

She couldn't imagine what it would be like for the slender sword spirit to turn into a stout and wide fat man.

Will it change from a long sword to a big sword? Thinking of this, she suddenly felt funny, and the tension in her heart to see Fusang fade unconsciously.

Wangshu was speechless: "You ......"

The crimson on Wangshu's face faded slightly, he was no longer overly entangled with Cen Duxiao always treating him as Fusang, he himself was sometimes very confused, and some memories of Fusang often flashed in his mind, and he remembered a lot of the bits and pieces of Fusang and Cen Duxiao together, very clearly.

They met for the first time in Luliang City.

They knew each other well in the Valley of the Medicine Immortals.

They cleared up the misunderstanding at the foot of Mount Hua.

They work together in Weiyuan Village to slay demons and eliminate demons.

She confided her heart to him, his heart throbbed, he was so happy that he didn't dare to approach easily, but she was not in a hurry, she would keep waiting, waiting for him to respond to her heart.

Everything was so logical that it made people think that they would always be so good.

Later, Huameng changed dramatically, and somehow the two of them changed, how beautiful it was before, and how bleak it was afterward.

She forgot about him.

One has a big heart and doesn't ask, and the other doesn't say anything.

The rhetoric of the demon god destroying the world has spread in the world.

Yi Han, Yi Shugui, and Nie Chunying died one after another, and they turned against each other outside the Light Dust Palace.

One desperately explained, the other did not listen or believe.

Until they were in Jiuli, she hurt him deeply.

Even those hugs and kisses lingered in Wangshu's mind.

Wangshu is one head and two big, he really can't understand why he remembers those memories, could it be that Fusang is too obsessed with death?

There were many people who died under Wangshu in the past, and his memories were not affected by those who died, and Fusang's memories seemed to cover his own memories little by little.

Wangshu was a little panicked, would one day he himself also think of himself as Fusang?

That's not good! He's the Heavenly Sword! It's the only Heavenly Sword between heaven and earth, he's not Fusang, he's not a substitute for Fusang!

Occasionally, he pretends to be Fusang to help the master solve his urgent needs, but he doesn't want to live as Fusang all the time, he has his own thoughts and swords!

With a "squeak", the door opened, and Cen Duxiao walked into the house.

The red veil hung down on the side of the bed, covering the whole bed tightly, and at a glance it was clear that it was arranged in the wind.

The aura of plants and trees floating from the ground enveloped the whole room, and all kinds of colorful fluorescent lights jumped through the red veil, and the room was hazy, and everything in front of me seemed to be an illusion, and it didn't look real.

Cen Duxiao stood beside the screen, as if there was an insurmountable ravine in front of her, and she didn't dare to take a step forward.

Wangshu retreated to the door and said to her: "You go to see him, I will help you guard the door, don't care what the wind says, you finally came once, how can you not see him." ”

I hope she can face the reality after seeing the real Fusang, stop being immersed in sadness, and treat him as Fusang at every turn.

Cen Duxiao walked to the side of the bed, and when Shenmu's aura saw her appear, it was attracted to her like an iron block meeting a magnet, and rushed towards her.

She hurriedly laid down the barrier to cover herself to hide her aura, and she finally understood the reason why Feng Xun didn't let her get close to Fuso.

It's not that Feng Xun hates her, nor is it out of jealousy, but that she is now the incarnation of the Divine Tree, and the aura of the roots of the tree will move with her, and if she gets closer, it will greatly affect Fusang's absorption of the aura, and then affect Fusang's fusion with another Divine Tree.

She blamed herself more and more, she didn't do anything for Fusang, she brought Fusang back here from Jiuli, came to the underworld to settle Fusang, and connected the roots of the Divine Tree for Fusang, everything was done by Feng Xun, what right did she have to blame Feng Xun for speaking badly?

There was an enchantment in the way, and the root aura wandered back and forth around her as if she was dizzy, as if she couldn't feel the power of the incarnation, so she turned her head back to Fuso.

Cen Duxiao sniffed the woody fragrance of the house and breathed a sigh of relief.

She gently lifted the veil, and Fuso lay on the bed, no different from falling asleep.

In the past, he was disturbed by the power of the demon god, and he always couldn't sleep well, and only when she was by his side could he sleep steadily.

Now he can fall asleep without her, he closes his eyes and lies peacefully. His brow was stretched, and he frowned uneasily when he was no longer haunted by the nightmares of his past, and he must have slept soundly at this moment.