Feng Xun lifted his mask, revealing a face that was somewhat similar to Fuso's, which he had maintained with the Transfiguration Technique.

He had thought of making his face exactly like Fuso, so that he could see the person he missed every day.

However, no matter how high Rao's cultivation is, he can't do it, he repeatedly performs the transformation technique, and he always feels that there is something unlike him, and he can't change his elegance and brilliance.

Fuso is unique, the only one in his heart.

More than 500 years ago, he thought that Fusang was dead, his world was dark, and he wandered around the world like an empty shell, looking for the murderer of Fusang.

The year before last, in Weiyuan Village, he never thought that he would be able to see Fusang again, and his world would grow from then on.

Even if Fusang stabbed him with twenty swords to avenge Cen Duxiao, he had no complaints, and nothing was more heartening to him than to learn that he was still alive.

Twenty swords, he didn't feel pain, but looked at the angry Fusang with smiling eyes.

He was just worried that Fusang would be deceived by Cen Duxiao again.

Fusang said, "That's my own business, I don't need you to care." ”

Fusang was really angry that he hurt Cen Duxiao, he used to smile as bright as spring, but at that moment it was as cold as ice for ten thousand years.

Cen Duxiao is a person who Fusang hates to the bone and is unwilling to hurt the slightest, but he stabbed someone with seven swords and almost killed her with one palm.

Feng Xun knew that Fusang's obsession with Cen Duxiao had gone deep into the bone marrow.

In this regard, Feng Xun didn't have much unwillingness in his heart, only didn't understand, just like he didn't understand why Lu Ziang was obsessed with listening to a ruthless and unrighteous woman.

Lu Li once asked him rhetorically: "What about you, Master, I can see the lesson, why have you not been able to let go of the Fusang Divine Venerable for so many years?"

Yes, he never denied that he was moved, he loved Fusang, and that was because Fusang deserved his love.

Fuso is upright, open-minded, compassionate and kind, and has an equal mind for all beings.

Fusang is his guiding light, the hope of life and the direction of life that Fuso has brought to him.

He wanted to say, "That's because he's worth it." ”

Moreover, Fuso did not know his intentions, and never gave him the illusion of reverie.

However, what about people like Cen Duxiao and Tinghe, they are the kind of devils who can pull their lovers into the Infernal Hell! They are demons who can eat people's flesh and hurt people!

They seem to be sincere, and their hearts are more real than anyone else, but once there is a conflict between love and the goal they want to achieve, they will not hesitate to leave behind their lover who gave up everything for them.

They never had a heart!

They always love only themselves!

He really wants to tell Fusang, it's not worth it, she doesn't deserve your good, look at me, as long as you turn around, I will be waiting for you at any time, if you like women, I can cultivate a female body for you, I can become what you like.

He didn't say it in the end, he was afraid, he was afraid that he wouldn't even be able to be a friend if he said it, and in the face of Fusang, he devoured the patriarch of the Yuan Spirit clan, and the spirit lord who made the gods of the heavenly realm feared also had a time when he was afraid.

He couldn't figure out why a smart person would be confused in front of his feelings, if it were someone else, he would have scolded him a long time ago, plus beaten with his hands, and then let that person shake the water in his head.

But that person is Fusang, his beloved Fusang.

His heart was sour, and he felt more sorry for Fusang, but he couldn't do anything to share it for Fusang.

He looked at the red blood in his palms, his body hurt, his heart hurt even more, the pain was unbearable, he held it for a long time, and finally he couldn't help asking: "What do you like about her? She used you and hurt you, she almost killed you! Why can't you let her go?"

Fusang put the sword back into the scabbard and looked in the direction of Cen Duxiao, his eyes were full of love and a little bitter: "In the past, I was the only one in Yanggu, I had no freedom, and I have been guarding the sacred tree alone for thousands of years. ”

"No one cared if I was hungry, thirsty, what clothes I was wearing, what I wore in my hair, and no one asked me if I was sad or hurt. ”

"Since I have her, I really feel that I am alive, I am flesh and blood, I am not a dead thing, let alone a god and Buddha, I long for ordinary and lively days, even if I know that she approaches me for other purposes, I am also willing to eat. ”

Fusang said word by word very plainly, and Feng Xun could hear that the injuries and pain that Cen Duxiao brought to Fusang in his previous life had already been revealed in Fusang's heart.

Fusang no longer hated Cen Duxiao, or perhaps, he never hated her.

Feng Xun knew this, but he was still a little incredulous, he looked at Fusang and asked, "It's that simple?"

That...... He, he can do it, he can do it better!

Why does it have to be a woman with bad intentions!

His heart was full of thoughts, and he almost confessed that he had endured it for a long time.

He had no choice but to tactfully ask, "Why? You want someone to accompany you and care for you, who can't do it? Why her?"

Fuso said, "Because it's her, because she's her." His gaze turned to Feng Xun, as he did when they first met, and said seriously: "One day, when you meet the person you love, you will understand." ”

Feelings are so indescribable.

Feng Xun lowered his head in confusion, for fear that Fusang would see that the person he "coveted" was him.

Feng Xun is strong, no matter where he is, he is the kind of strength that can call the wind and rain, but in the face of feelings, he is inferior, he looks forward to Ai Ai said: "I ...... Forget it, I'm a monster like ...... who is neither male nor female, that's what everyone says about the Yuan Spirit.

Fusang said lightly: "No one can deprive you of the right to love and be loved, you are no different from others, don't look down on yourself." ”

One yard to one yard, even if Feng Xun had just injured Cen Duxiao, Fusang was full of anger, but what he should say, he thought it was right, he still said it to Feng Xun.

Therefore, Feng Xun was relieved, he didn't hate Fusang for Cen Duxiao to stab him, in his heart, Fusang would always be the merciful god.

Fusang is a demon god? Feng Xun didn't believe it, he knew that it was for Cen Duxiao, who else could harm Fusang so badly except her!

He only hated that he didn't take the opportunity to kill Cen Duxiao immediately, and he would never suffer in the future!

This time, nothing can be said to let Cen Duxiao get close to Fusang again, even if he fights for his life!

He was sad, resentful, regretful, and wanted to cry, and he roared hoarsely: "You have brought him only hurt and pain, why do you still have the face to come here! Why don't you die!"

Under the darkness, a dazzling red light spread out from his body, and the killing intent in his eyes was about to overflow, as if a fierce cheetah was waiting for an opportunity to pounce.

Cen Duxiao looked at Feng Xun's face that was six or seven points similar to Fusang in a daze, and didn't want to fight with him.

She choked up and said hoarsely, "Do you know where he is?"