Is she really dead? Wu Wuqing asked with his head buried in his head, the night was like a charm tonight, and a violent wind and rain swept in, blowing his hair wildly, he hugged Ye Feng with one hand, and rushed to Longyu Pavilion on the way.

That night, Wu Wuqing buried her body at the foot of Longyuge Mountain with her own hands, and suddenly, a lot of mixed yuan beads were thrown in the sky, which was particularly eye-catching under the combination of thunder and lightning, and the wisps reminded him of the past, which made him deeply distressed.

When he completely buried Ye Fengzhu's entire body, a humanoid puppet appeared next to the pile of dirt splashed by the sound of rain, which made Wu Wuqing even more moved, and his thoughts were full of thoughts, like silver hair growing from roots, entangled his entire heart.

This moment represents the end of Ye Feng's stop, and also represents her starting point, perhaps away from the hustle and bustle of this world, is the best way and way for her to enjoy tranquility.

This time, Wu Wuqing decided to take the puppet back to create his own world, no matter how unfair there are in this world, he must comply with her last desire, always protect his original intention, and become a unique white feather official.

It took two days and one night, and after galloping to Shucheng, Wu Wuqing washed off the sludge all over his body, and the white robe he took off was stained with dust all the way and even mud filled with the smell of fragrant grass.

On this day, he slept all day, and the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to make a plan.

The cold puppets are left in a wet corner of the rainy season, completely neglected.

He put on another logo belonging to the white feather official - a black soft brocade, the unique lines on it are particularly bright and conspicuous, the design is also ingenious, with a unique vision, this is the previous time he stayed in the city, find someone to customize, in other words, today's tailor master belongs to the city of the city of the flower grandfather called the first in the rivers and lakes. This black soft brocade is exactly a year ago, Grandpa Hua searched all over the world, looking for inspiration, and specially made clothes, the only one in the world, which belongs to Wu Wuqing alone.

It's been a year in the blink of an eye-

Dressed in black and soft brocade, Wu Er Ye drank and chanted in the wine pavilion, while one person stroked the piano and sang - it was the Water Purification Pavilion, Wu Erye's new best friend.

"Uncle is here!" The person who was called the second master in front of the current person was Wu Wuqing himself, "Second master, you see ......"

The Pure Water Pavilion followed the eyes of the servants and looked at the past, the wind and clouds flowed, today's Shucheng is no longer what it was then, Wufu has completely changed its appearance, and a group of servants from a year ago have also completely changed their appearance, no one will know the cruel past of Wu Wuqing in the past, how he survived today.

The "uncle" they call in their mouths is Duan Shuiyao, however, although they are called brothers and sisters in this way, the actual ranking is not like this, in terms of wit, Duan Shuiyao is above them, however...... In terms of strength, Wu Wuqing, an elder, is much higher.

"Uncle Duan, where did you go for a stroll today, and you came back so late?" The Purifying Water Pavilion amused, Fuqin pressed the last string, and the string sound settled, and he went with Second Master Wu to greet this guest of Wufu.

"It's hard to come to Shucheng for a trip, I naturally want to look around, why are you bored......" Duan Shuiyao aimed to imply that the two of them had a lot of leisure and elegance here, cultivating their sentiments...... The lingering gaze is accompanied by a hand "pointing".

"By the way, Second Master Wu, how are the manpower of the Xiwu Gate we founded?" Duan Shuiyao sat in the pavilion with his buttocks, bit a grape, grinned, and drooled, "What kind of situation is it now?" ”

"The situation is not very promising." Wu Wuqing pursed her lips, "But I'm sure that the situation will definitely be reversed." Still a handsome face with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a particularly refreshing black soft brocade will set off his temperament more bold atmosphere, burly figure, chic behavior makes people inseparable from the eyeballs, in the season of spring flowers withering, birds singing, clouds comb warm, spring breeze is very stretching and relaxing, put people in a paradise.

He is no longer his former self, although he has a greater goal and ambition, but he also has a pure heart, which is a precious gift from God to him, and it is also a punishment brought to him.

He will never forget this pain in his life, and the deep taste of seeing his beloved woman leave him from the world.

At this time, Longyu Pavilion still intact retains the body of the second son who has been sleeping for a year, and the meteor entered Longyu Pavilion and became a female disciple under Wu Xia, just to be able to protect him from life to life, and in order to pour water, she can waste a year of her youth in vain, at any cost.

However, Wu Shuang has been forbidden to enter and leave the cold ice coffin, because ordinary people entering the cold ice cave will lose their internal strength and even their heart, so a year ago, Long Le specially used his own spiritual power to create a cold ice coffin, just to keep the lifeline of the pouring water and let him continue to survive.

Outside the Circle Hall, whenever Wu Shuang finished the morning class and was about to take a step forward, she would be discovered by Wu Xia and caught her in person, and Wu Xia would not show mercy to her subordinates, because he did not hear these gossips that his own daughter coveted a married man. Whenever Wu Shuang was caught by someone at this time, he would be punished by the wall, and he would not be allowed to step into the room where the cold ice coffin was placed for three days and two nights.

A year ago, the moment Wu Shuang saw Dump Shui Ran appear in Longyu Pavilion, her heart was resurrected, and she understood that if she never saw him again in this life, she would gradually become a walking corpse with the ruthless passage of time, and she would die.

Wu Shuang saw that an ordinary person could be guarded by Dumping Ran's side, why did she, as Wu Xia's daughter and the successor to the head of Longyu Pavilion, have no such right at all?

Why...... Fate always plays tricks on people like this? It's not fair at all, it's not fair, for four years, she has been praying day and night for pouring water, for three years, she has spent her time praying for the early recovery of her body, and for a year, she has spent her time hoping that he will never wake up one day, because once he wakes up, he will leave her, and she would rather he close his eyes for the rest of his life than want him to leave her again...... Couldn't all this be exchanged for her desire to see him?

Night after night, she endured the pressure of the cold wind, through the crumbling hanging fire above the house, only to see the big tree that went straight into the sky under the night, and her feet jumped to the top of the tree, just to hang the red ribbon, which was full of all the chaotic mood of the red ribbon, unconsciously, after so many years, the tree has been hung on top of each other with many red ribbons floating at will, very beautiful!

She is so infatuated and infatuated, in the process of waiting, she will always worry that her beloved's original wife Gongsun Yangliu will come to the door, but after so long, this woman has never come to see him, everyone seems to have forgotten that person, but she still has him in her heart......

In the night, she still hung a red streamer on the tree, and after falling to the top of the tree, she fell to the ground, and she waited outside the room as always, with her beloved soul, inside.

For a year, she has not been looking for a way. She had once found someone - that person was the famous Lord Youkun of Moyuan Pavilion, a year ago, he had become the devil, and he was no longer the Moyan Youkun that everyone knew. He is utterly evil, utterly evil...... Summoned by hell and commanded by the devil, he will destroy all those who are related to the Mystery Realm Method. However, no one knew what kind of pain he had suffered, and no one knew what it was like to be terrifying......

Wu Shuang worked hard, all kinds of tricks and means, before he was ordered to enter the Moyuan Pavilion, and the person on the throne in the hall was the chilling Youkun, he promised her that as long as you put this thing on the body of the man lying in the cold ice coffin, he would wake up again.

"Could it be that the people lying inside the cold coffins...... Isn't he—he's the same person who dumps water?" Wu Shuang's eyes were stunned, and he fell with his sword, "There will be no ...... Another ice coffin, right? ”

As long as it is a woman, Youkun has to examine the intentions of the person who came, her eyebrows are picturesque, and her black robe seems to be hidden in the hidden pool, and she can't help but cast a cold gaze and reply to her: "There is only one body in the world, and there will be no second person." ”

Right now, his peach petal eyes are frightening, secretly devouring people's hearts, obviously such beautiful eyes, such a white face like jade, but people are afraid to fall into the cliff valley every second and second, and end up with a broken body.

Gradually suppressing the people who come to seek advice in a suffocating environment, it is lucky to stay for a second longer, and only those who are strong enough in their hearts can deal with this strange atmosphere.

Wu Shuang's heart was about to go into arrest, and she really couldn't stand such oppression.

Suddenly, she suffered a moment of dizziness, and after the sky turned dizzy, she remembered what she had come for, who was the person sitting and watching her in front of her, and what was this dark and deep place......

"Yu ......" She struggled to say the name of this person, but she lost her strength, and even if she wanted to speak, it suddenly became a particularly difficult thing.

"I ...... What I want to say is......" She could feel the words squeezing out of her throat, but the end result was no sound at all.

Wu Shuang's eyes were clearly unable to focus, her face was purple and blue staring at the person in front of her who had become very strange, her heart was about to go into arrest, the Red Die Sword had fallen to the ground, her upper body staggered to stand on her feet, but her knees suddenly fell to the ground weakly.

When she woke up, it was a completely different scene, she hadn't entered the Moyuan Pavilion yet, she was just waiting outside the door of the Moyuan Pavilion, but at this time, there was one more thing in the palm of her hand, a puppet.