"You're here. ”

Feng Yizhi sat on the stone chair under the peach blossom tree, and when he saw Cen Duxiao coming, he slowly stood up, as if he had expected her to come.

The formation of the Light Dust Hall was ineffective against her, she could come and go freely, and he didn't think about avoiding her.

Cen Duxiao's heart suddenly tightened, did Yi Shugui's death really have anything to do with him?

She stared straight at him, at his chest, if he killed Yi Shugui, he would be counterattacked, and he would definitely have the same scars on his body.

However, there was nothing unusual about his complexion and red clothes.

She is still making excuses for him, she scolds herself in her heart for being carried away by love, to the point where there is no distinction between right and wrong!

In this way, she is really sorry for the dead Yi Shugui.

She asked coldly, "Did you kill my junior brother Yi Shugui?"

Feng Yizhi's eyes were sad, and he smiled bitterly: "Since you came here, you have already decided that I killed him, right?"

Cen Duxiao went straight to the ground and asked, "Is that you?"

As soon as Wangshu in her hand came to him, she couldn't stop shaking, and let out a crisp sword sound.

Feng Yizhi said categorically: "It's not me. ”

Cen Duxiao held Wangshu tightly, took a deep breath, and said lightly: "Then tell me, why did my Wangshu become the murder weapon that killed Shugui." ”

Because that was his fate, he was arranged from birth to death, and his fate was to die under Wangshu. After speaking, Feng Yizhi coughed lowly, trying his best to restrain the discomfort of his body.

Cen Duxiao suddenly remembered the specious words that Jade Poria had said to her in the past, what was at the mercy of fate, what kind of providential marionette, the same as Feng Yizhi at this moment, it turned out that they were all gods, she was really an afterthought.

"I don't understand the theories that you gods say, I only know that killing people pays for my life, I will definitely avenge Shugui, I ask you again, who sent my Wangshu to Shugui's side?"

Feng Yizhi's brows condensed slightly, and he said in a daze: "Do you know my identity?"

Cen Duxiao's eyes were cold to the bone, and he said word by word: "Yes, Fusang Divine Venerable." ”

Feng Yizhi felt uneasy and a little happy, for more than five hundred years, he had been guarding the memories between them alone for five hundred and nineteen years, and she finally remembered?

He hoped she would remember, and he hoped she would not remember.

If she remembered him, would she be willing to drop everything and go with him?

But what if she remembers all and still doesn't want to?

Feng Yizhi held her hand and said softly: "You have to believe me, everything I do is for your good, I am hiding it from you, that's because Yi Shugui will not die for a day, and your soul will not be able to return to its place for a day, I don't want to see your soul fly away again, I am afraid of losing you, I will also be afraid of ......"

Cen Duxiao shook off his hand vigorously, shook his head and laughed miserably, with tears in his eyes: "So, it was really you who killed Shugui?"

She didn't understand what he meant by his disillusionment and fear of losing her, did he think of her as Mo Yan again?

Now, she only wanted an answer, and she didn't want to ask him about these inexplicable words.

The steps of the wind are vain, and a few steps back are like falling into an abyss.

She knew, she knew it all. In that case, why didn't she believe him?

Cen Duxiao met his bright eyes steadily, her pupils began to reddened slightly, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her eyes, and she could see the flames flickering through her eyes.

"Mind Tricks? Looks like you've really remembered it all. Feng Yizhi smiled lowly, and his smile was extremely desolate, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

She didn't believe him, and even used tricks to force him to tell the truth.

It was the best demon spell she had in her previous life.

For more than 500 years, hundreds of thousands of days and nights, he confided in her broken soul and told her how much he loved her. Tell her how much he hates her.

She remembered, so now she is Zhang Yan, and she is also Cen Duxiao. Obviously, Cen Duxiao's feelings for Yi Shugui are better than Zhang Yan's feelings for him.

She is his magic barrier, the magic barrier that pulls him off the altar, drags him into hell, and makes his life worse than death!

If there is no heart, there is no pain, and if there is no pain, he is strong, and he finally understands why the gods in heaven who have no heart think so.

Cen Duxiao saw his sad and painful appearance, and there was a faint trace of unbearability in her heart, but when she thought of Yi Shugui's tragic death, she couldn't be merciful in the slightest!

"Is Yi Shugui's death related to you?!" she exerted her strength to increase the confusion, staring into his eyes.

Feng Yizhi's eyes froze, and he said lightly: "It's related to me." ”

Cen Duxiao's heart sank, as if she had sunk into the depths of the sea, making her unable to breathe.

"Who killed Yi Shugui?" she didn't want to believe, she needed to confirm it again.

Before Yi Shugui died, she asked her to beware of it, and she confirmed over and over again, whether she could believe Yi Shugui?

She secretly said in her heart: "Excuse me, I'm sorry. ”

A smell of blood ran through the mouth of the Wind Whisper, and he pinched his fingers vigorously as he tried to break free from the control of the Mind Puzzle.

"It's not me, it's ......" held in his chest in one breath, the pain was so painful that he couldn't stand upright, he bent down and held the peach tree, and suddenly a mouthful of blood gushed out, soaked in red and falling to the ground.

Cen Duxiao resisted the urge to support him, exerted his strength again, and screamed: "Who is it!"

"Enough!" Jade Lingjiao snorted, and the falling flowers on the ground shook, interrupting Cen Duxiao's confusion.

At the same time, she unleashed a wisp of spiritual power to make Feng Yizhi fall asleep.

Feng Yizhi's eyes closed, and he fell softly, and Jade Poria took it to support him, glared at Cen Duxiao, and said angrily: "One day, you will regret it." ”

"What does the Jade Sect Master mean by this?" Cen Duxiao turned sideways and couldn't bear to look at Feng Yizhi.

Jade Poria has always spoken in a gentle tone like spring water, but at this moment, she couldn't suppress her anger, and asked sharply: "He has already said that he didn't kill your junior brother, why are you working hard?"

Cen Duxiao was silent, and the pain in her heart was like a thousand knives.

Jade Poria looked at her with a cold face, and said: "He hurt you like this, but if you pay more attention, you can find his intentions for you." Do you really have no heart?"

Was he really injured? He was indeed attacked by the killer of Yi Shugui! Cen Duxiao repeatedly entangled in his heart, he couldn't be like this, he couldn't sympathize with the person who killed Shugui, and he couldn't be sorry for Shugui who died a tragic death!

"Because of me?

Jade Lingling laughed angrily, only feeling helpless: "Think about it, if he really wants to kill your junior brother, can he use your sword to kill him? If he wants a person's life with his ability, he can make you not even see the corpse, how can you have a chance to suspect him!"

Cen Duxiao thought about it carefully, was a little shaken, and said in a low voice: "But he said that Shugui's death was related to him, and Shugui told me that it was him before he died......"

Jade Lingling didn't want to listen any further, and interrupted unceremoniously: "Sometimes seeing is not necessarily believing! Miss Cen, you can't hear or see any truth now, please go back, you are not welcome here." ”