Wangshu couldn't fully understand what she was saying, he was used to it, and in his past and present lives, he didn't quite understand some of the things she expressed.

What is it? The master of ceremonies can understand that among those he knows, he only wants Hades to be the master of ceremonies to officiate at his wedding.

What about taking oaths and exchanging rings?

Wangshu wanted to surprise her secretly, but these thoughts made his head big, why not take advantage of her sleep and use the magic to go into her mind again?

The man in his arms was tired, and he was silent when he spoke, she lay on her side in the crook of his arm, her curled eyelash curtains slowly drooping, and her mouth muttered indistinctly, barely audible that she was saying, "I love you...... I love you too...... Sorry ......"

Wangshu looked at her, thinking that he couldn't see her and was reluctant to fall asleep when he closed his eyes, he smiled contentedly, his fingertips gently outlining her cheeks, rubbing her soft lips, stopping from the corners of his lips to the beads of his lips.

Cen Duxiao's cherry-like lips were slightly open, this posture was like asking for a kiss, Wang Shu knew that it was just an unconscious move of falling asleep, but he still couldn't help but kiss it, grabbing her sweetness with great affection.

Cen Duxiao moved her lips, her eyes still closed, but she raised her chin slightly in response to him.

Whenever he is there, she will give him a response, and she will not leave him alone to wait silently.

Even if he stood still, she would run to him desperately, to where he was.

Wangshu kissed her obsessively and intoxicated, he could feel that she still didn't forget to open her mouth to meet his lips and teeth in her sleepiness, his chest was warm, as if something was breaking the ground and sprouting, he couldn't help but pity her, he could only try his best to maintain his sanity and endure the fire.

On the one hand, he didn't dare to fall asleep because he was afraid that Heavenly Dao would burrow into his mind again, and he wasn't sure if Heavenly Dao would let him and Cen Duxiao go.

If the Heavenly Dao attacks again, his half-wisp of divine consciousness cultivation spiritual power cannot be compared to the complete Fusang, how can he protect her?

For now, she can only hide her identity for the time being, she knows enough, and she doesn't need outsiders to know.

Since she couldn't sleep, she thought about how to use her magic so that she could go to her mind and see what the wedding she was talking about was like.

His true body has changed from wood to gold, and he now has no immortal root divine origin, so I don't know if he can still cast the divine technique.

He closed his eyes, and a golden glow appeared in her hall, which then faded.

Black, endless black, without a glimmer of light.

It was as if he was in the eternal night, and a terrifying feeling arose in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel that he was very likely to be trapped in it and not be able to get out.

Is this boundless consciousness?

What he knows well is his Ah Yan, his twilight, he doesn't remember what happened between Wuya and Hongmeng, he has contained the power of the demon god, how strong the power of the demon god and the determination to destroy the world are, he still remembers it vividly when he lives again.

At that time, he was almost devoured, and they used him to do things against his will.

His Ah Yan is the primordial god of the demon god, and in the underworld, she almost can't think of destroying the world, will she be devoured by her own power one day?

He felt his way forward in the dark, and walked for a long, long time, until the night finally dissipated.

He saw himself, he stood in the morning sun, dressed in red, bathed in the breeze, which carried his robe fluttering, and he turned his back to her, but did not look back.

It turned out that in her consciousness, he was her only light.

The scene is changing suddenly, in a barren and inhabited land, the colorful aurora-like light connects the sky from the ground, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night.

A small white figure crouched there, purple and blue light and shadow looming on her, and she sobbed and muttered to herself: "He is not the whole you, no matter how much he resembles you, he is not exactly you, I want to get you back, no matter where you are." ”

She said as she dug a deep pit with her hands.

The soil of the Holy Realm is extraordinary, the entire land of the Holy Realm is composed of a whole uneven stone, where there used to be a ligan tree, under the influence of the limo, the grass here is green, and the soil is thick and hard under the cover of lush grass and trees.

She's planting lico?

Wangshu approached a little closer with curiosity.

She didn't use the tools to hoe the ground or use magic directly, she stubbornly dug the ground with both hands, and her fingers were worn and bleeding, but she still refused to give up.

She was punishing herself again.

He was gone, and she couldn't find any other way to make amends for him, so she could only think of punishing herself with pain to make up for him.

Silly, really stupid!

All the gods and she thought that he was the reincarnation of the Emperor Houtu, and that his body had died due to the power of the demon gods, so she pinned her hopes on Ganmu to find him.

During the two months he was asleep, she also went to the Holy Realm to plant Ganmu.

But why didn't she tell him? Was it for fear of breaking his heart?

So, what she loves is the complete Fusang, and the combination of Wangshu and Fusang is just a moment of comfort for her?

Should I tell her the truth?

Ganmu is not his real body, and he can't grow Fuso in any way, but if you tell her, you have to mention his true identity.

Will she lose control again in disbelief?

He didn't dare to take risks, it was not easy to get her heart, and even though she was now devoted to him, he still didn't have much security.

Just let her plant, maybe saving the Emperor Houtu is also the wish of the endless heart in the previous life.

It was as if he was snooping into her deepest secrets, and the farther he went, the more guilty he felt.

Remembering that in her previous life, she specially instructed him not to use his magic to drill into her brain, and he was a little embarrassed to move forward.

But what kind of wedding in her world she said was impossible to find.

Just as he was about to give up and quit, he saw the vision he had seen in her mind for the first time when he had used the Divine Technique on her.

People come and go, bustling, high-rise buildings, and traffic.

The girl was lying on a white bed with a strange table beside it, on which were placed things he could not understand.

Like a mirror, lightning flashed in the darkness, rising and falling like waves.

When he first saw this scene, he thought that she had a bad brain, and then it dawned on him.

This girl is Ah Yan whom he loves, and it is Ah Yan's body in another time and space.

He raised his hand to touch this unfamiliar face, and he looked at Huanxi, she was good-looking, as beautiful as she was in this life.

On the bed, her complexion was no different from that of a living person, white and pure, with a pointed face, slightly raised eyes, and a small and delicate nose, looking like a cunning little fox.

After more than 500 years, he finally understood why he could sense the spiritual power in the girl's body, and he relied on this spiritual power to maintain the girl's life.

That was what Hongmeng left behind to save Wuyi.

It turned out that the fate between them had begun long before he and Ah Yan met.

He loved her at all times, no matter who she was, no matter what she looked like, and he was willing to love her with all his might.