"I seem to have had a long dream, in which I did promise to marry you, but it was because of ......"

Because I hated Fengzhi at that time, I gave up on him.

However, now, whether it is a dream or reality, she has released her past suspicions with the ice of Fengyi.

She knew that she was very sorry for Yi Shugui, but wouldn't it be more unfair to him to marry him against her will?

"Dreams, can you really tell where dreams are?" Yi Shugui's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand and straightened his wide sleeves. The candle flame was running out, and his shadow was reflected in the dim light.

His shadow flickered like a jumping pin, perhaps too dim, and Cen Duxiao noticed that his shadow was getting dimmer.

Cen Duxiao muttered incoherently, "Dream...... It's not a dream, it's real, but it's not like it's real. ”

Her expression at the moment almost didn't write "I regret it" on her face, Yi Shugui sat upright, her figure was lonely, and she knocked her fingers on the side of the bed.

He has been like this since he was a child, and when he is upset and doesn't know what to do, he will always knock on something around him that can make a sound.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

He didn't beat it randomly, the rhythm was like a monk knocking on a wooden fish, and she once joked that he might have been a monk in his last life.

She once asked him why he knocked on something unconsciously, and he said blankly, "Yes, did I knock something?"

"Yes, knock knock, knock for a long time. ”

Yi Shugui fell into deep thought, and for a long time, he muttered repeatedly: "It seems that something has not been completed, unfortunately, it is just a little bit short." It's always like this, it's always a little bit worse. ”

Cen Duxiao suddenly remembered his actions, and suddenly understood something.

She had heard the sound of this rhythm when she was boundless, and she was sure it was from heaven.

The rhythm of his beating was the sound of the Heavenly Tribulation Formation activating, and it was the sound of striking the bell.

Cen Duxiao looked at him, her thoughts drifting back to before.

If the encounter between her and Feng Yizhi was arranged by fate, then what about Yi Shugui?

He had experienced the Heavenly Tribulation, but for some reason he didn't ascend, so he subconsciously felt regretful?

Cen Duxiao caught a glimpse of his habitual action to dispel the terrible idea that he was fake and that he would disappear at any time.

She blamed herself too much to say what she really thought.

She had always said something to him, and she never hid it, but after the pain of losing him, she didn't dare to say it.

However, this shows that she is boundless, and the boundless memory is not her imagination, but real.

Boundless's consciousness has been lurking in her body, and after Yuanyasu's death, she used a lot of spiritual power to try to resurrect Yuankang and accidentally broke the seal to awaken Wuya, causing her to merge with Wuyasu's consciousness.

She was sure that Motoyasu was dead.

But Yuankang here is alive and well, and he was the most energetic in the cave room just now.

Everybody here is alive and well.

Yi Shugui stopped what he was doing and said gloomily: "Is it right because of the wind?"

Cen Duxiao glanced around apprehensively, and said in a low voice: "Shugui, let's not talk about this first, you tell me, is this a dream or not? Do you have any unfulfilled wishes that will give me dreams?"

"Of course not, you don't believe it, pinch yourself and see if it hurts. Yi Shugui pinched her face with a little force, "Are you awake now?" Obviously, those wild thoughts of yours are dreams, how can you suspect that the real reality is a dream!"

Cen Duxiao touched her cheek, there was indeed pain, and her five senses were also very sensitive.

She could hear the footsteps of the guests outside.

She got up and pushed open the window, and could see outside the window Mu Tong and several outer disciples dismantling sword moves.

She could smell the incense in the house.

Could it be that what she thought had happened was really a long-standing nightmare she had?

Yi Shugui looked at her silent back and said with a wry smile: "You don't want to marry me, you don't want to face the reality to come up with such an absurd reason, since this is the case, why did you agree in the first place?"

Cen Duxiao turned his head and looked at Shang Yi Shugui's sad gaze, the doubt in his heart was diluted by guilt, and the hesitation in his eyes was relieved.

Yi Shugui really didn't die, all her pain was a nightmare, and now that she woke up, everyone was happy.

Wouldn't that be great?

But why do you always feel that something is wrong?

"No, it's not, I'm ......" she rubbed the corners of her forehead and shook her head, "It's too messy, since I entered Lu Li's memory, it's messed up, I'm messed up now, I can't see my heart clearly." ”

Yi Shugui was annoyed, but he endured it and didn't have a seizure, only when she was a relapse of the old disease, he said: "What kind of Lu Li's memory? It's no longer possible between you and Feng Yi, it's a fact that he has Mo Ran, you won't be stupid enough to break up people, right?"

Cen Duxiao is messy, if everyone is not dead, then the misunderstanding between her and Feng Yizhi is just her imagination and not real?

Therefore, Feng Yizhi's elimination of the immortal root to replace her strength, and her true identity is the Demon God Boundless, these are all things that happened in a dream, can you not be true?

She palmed her hand upwards and twisted her fingers to make a trick at random.

There is no red light flowing from the fingertips.

She doesn't have the red spiritual power she remembers!

She didn't believe it, she couldn't believe it, so she called: "Wangshu." ”

There was no response, and Wangshu did not respond.

She was a little anxious: "Where's my Wangshu?"

Yi Shu returned: "I put away your Wangshu for you, I'll get it for you." ”

Yi Shugui turned around and walked to the cabinet and took out a long wooden box, "Here." ”

He opened the box, Wangshu lay quietly inside, she picked up Wangshu, there was no familiar buzzing sound, she pulled out her sword, the sword was simply unadorned, just like when the master first handed Wangshu to her.

There was a "boom" in her head, this is not a heavenly sword!

This is the original Wangshu!

She obviously went to Buzhou Mountain, and Wangshu obviously has spirituality!

That...... What happened between her and Feng Yizhi was really her imagination?

Isn't the lingering between her and Feng Yi a spring dream? She is really stunned, and she actually covets the famous person who has the master.

She said in a trance, "You give me some time to take care of it, can you?"

"Okay, I'll give you time. Yi Shugui took her hand and pushed the door out.

"Where are you taking me?"

Yi Shugui didn't answer, summoned the sword, flew out with her sword, and the two of them landed outside the main hall of Qingxia Palace.

Around the main hall, the ancient trees are towering, the green trees are shady, the red walls and yellow tiles are splendid.

Yi Shugui knocked on the door and shouted outside the door: "Dad, mother, are you sleeping?"

"What?"

"Xiaoxiao and I have something to say. ”

In the middle of the night, on the day of the big day, the flower candles in the cave room actually ran to their father's bedroom, Nie Chunying and Yi Han couldn't help frowning and glanced at each other.

Yi Shugui knelt down and said in a deep voice: "Dad, mother, Xiaoxiao is not ready to get married, I don't want to force her, it is better to stop today's marriage." ”