It took a long time for Cen Duxiao to accept a reality.

Wangshu is gone......

Fuso left again......

Maybe she's a widow and a lonely life.

She shouldn't be with anyone, and whoever is with her will be in misfortune.

A mouthful of turbid air that made her chest tight and short of breath surged up from her chest, and her eyes turned black, and she fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

"Boundless ......"

She saw a cyan phantom figure walking towards him, her voice like a warm jade whispering to her, her tone full of joy after a long absence.

She opened her eyes hard to see the person who came, but her vision blurred, she obviously felt that she was being picked up, this embrace was not familiar to her, she unconsciously wanted to break away, from the heart to the body pain is so weak that she is no longer powerless.

She had to lean on this person, and she could sense that this person had no ill will.

In a hazy consciousness, she was placed on the bed, the bed was very soft and comfortable, soft as a cloud, and she felt like she could sink into the bed when she lay down.

She didn't know how long she had been asleep, it was very heavy, she remembered clearly that she was in a coma, she told herself that she had to wake up, but when she thought that there were no more people and things in this world that she was nostalgic for, she did not want to face it.

She didn't know how to live.

Why didn't Tiandao kill her? She was ready to die, why did she let her experience life and death again?

She clutched the edge of the quilt and curled up, tears wetting the pillow towel.

A pair of warm hands rested on her face, fingers sliding over the corners of her eyes and the bridge of her nose, wiping away her tears.

"Boundless ......"

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this moment?"

"You didn't have a heart, you didn't understand, but now you should understand my heart. ”

Cen Duxiao couldn't understand what the man was saying, and her hand was held by him and pressed against his smooth and delicate face.

She was expecting that it was Fusang's words.

It was as if a person was trapped in a bleak cage, and someone was shouting to save her, but she only wished that the person outside was Fuso.

Except for Fuso, she refused to allow anyone to pull her.

However, how can it be Fuso.

If Tiandao can't kill her this time, there will definitely be a plan for the next step.

Fusang is hers, but the way of heaven is not hers.

"It's been more than three thousand years, and the Heavenly Dao will no longer harm you, and I really did it. ”

The tone of this person's tone was indescribably cheerful, as if he had fulfilled his life's wish.

The long-planned action, after twists and turns, finally achieved the goal.

It was like planting a seedling in the desert where no grass grows, and he carefully cultivated it, breaking all the impossibilities, and finally blossoming and bearing fruit after a thousand years.

"It's just that why did you plant the ...... of Ganmu so late?"

"Why do you need to listen to the lotus to force you to plant the sweet wood when you have regained your memory? ”

"You can't ...... for me"

"That's it, you didn't know in advance, I don't blame you, as long as you're good, I can do anything. ”

Cen Duxiao listened to the warm words, her consciousness became even more sleepy, she rolled over, and pressed her chest with a faint pain.

My mind is a mess.

It's all Fuso.

That smile, every move.

The mountain alliance and sea oath, the promise of the bond.

"Under the whole world, all things are born, only you are the top of my heart, the pearl of my palm, seeping into my bones, melting into my blood, can not be parted, let the world turn a thousand times, do not change the original intention, never lose each other. ”

Said good never separated.

Did he ever say these words with the slightest sincerity?

No, it was Wangshu who said these words, not a complete Fusang, let alone a complete Heavenly Dao, so maybe it was sincere.

What's the use of pursuing all this now? It's all fake, she has lost her hope, and Fusang can't return to her.

She held her hands and touched the ring on her ring finger.

She touched her slender and empty fingers, she suddenly woke up and sat up, and Zhang Huang lifted the quilt and pillow in a panic to find it.

What about rings?

Wedding rings too!

She rummaged through the gold bag again, what about the marriage certificate?

Where have they gone?

and Fusang's heart, she obviously didn't touch it in the gold bag!

Someone sat on the edge of her bed resting on her forehead, and her movement woke him up.

He came over again and again and asked her, "Wuya, you are awake, what are you looking for?" ”

Her teary eyes were blurry and she couldn't see who was coming, and she remembered that someone had been talking to her in her sleep, trying to wake her up.

Not Fuso.

Fusang never called her boundless.

It was as if a tall building had collapsed in an instant.

She closes her eyes, just trying to escape reality and fall asleep again, but she must find her ring and marriage certificate.

That's what Fuso left for her!

When she opened her eyes again, tears were dripping down her face, and she saw the face that was similar but not exactly the same as she remembered.

The eyebrows are long into the sideburns, the phoenix eyes are slender, the skin is like condensation, peerless, and the beauty is not like a real person.

"Houtu ......?"

She was a little afraid to recognize each other, the Houtu in her memory looked more feminine, and she couldn't distinguish between men and women, but the person in front of her was sharp and angular, and there was a little more heroic between her eyebrows.

It is precisely this bit of heroism that makes people no longer recognize him as a woman.

His voice had changed, and it was much lower, and if it weren't for the fact that his tone was still as warm as before, she would definitely not associate him with Houtu.

Houtu is Houtu, and Fuso is Fuso.

Before, she actually thought that Fusang was the reincarnation of Houtu, and many gods thought so.

Hou Tu's eyes were shining, and he seemed to have a lot to say, but when he came to his mouth, he only said two simple words: "It's me." ”

Cen Duxiao didn't care about catching up with Houtu, she poured out all the things in the gold bag, and miscellaneous things instantly filled the entire bed.

She sat on her knees, rummaging through them one by one.

No, still no......

Even Fusang's heart and Wangshu's tears were gone......

"Have you ever seen a bud-like heart? and a ring......"

Houtu probably didn't understand what she was describing, but she explained in detail: "A small iron ring." ”

Houtu looked gloomy and frowned tightly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cen Duxiao repeated again: "See? ”

Houtu sighed softly, furrowed his brows, and looked at her gently, he sat on the edge of the bed and hugged her, patting her on the back.

He said: "Don't look for it, you and him are no longer possible, your meeting, knowing each other, and loving each other are just a game from beginning to end, and you will never be able to stay together." ”

The speaker confesses, and his words are like a sharp knife that pierces the listener's heart.

"Why? Why can't it be?"

Cen Duxiao pushed him away, she knew that this was the case, but she didn't want to admit it.

"Because he is the way of heaven. ”

Houtu conjured a bright red bud from the palm of his hand, which was the heart of Fuso.

Cen Duxiao reached out to take it, she wanted to hide it and never lose it again, but Houtu retracted his hand and pressed it into his heart a little harder.

Cen Duxiao was stunned for a moment, she looked at the heart melting into the chest cavity of the back soil, the red light dissipated little by little in his chest, and was replaced by a cyan light.

Until the blue light was gone, she heard the pounding heartbeat.

Houtu looked at her deeply and smiled: "This is the heart I gave birth to for you, and now it is considered to be returned to its original owner." ”