"That's an illusion! Illusion can't be counted!"

Cen Duxiao never wanted to hurt Fusang's heart, but it always backfired. In the end, the fate is shallow, and the marriage destined by Sanshengshi is not Fusang, so there will be many tribulations?

She even had a thought in her mind to engrave her and Fusang's names on the Sansheng Stone, or destroy the Sansheng Stone.

Feng Xun's words stabbed her numb one by one, and Feng Xun still questioned one after another: "You married Yi Shugui twice, I am not wrong, right? He lives and dies, you will never give up, I think you are sincere to him." ”

Feng Xun seems to be able to feel the pain of Fuso, the pain of love.

Isn't he himself?

Cen Duxiao doesn't love Fusang, but Fusang wants to be fascinated by a woman who doesn't love him.

Fusang didn't love him, but he was obsessed with his revenge.

Wishful thinking is a disaster, for which Fuso lost his life, and he lost himself for it.

"Don't say it!" Cen Duxiao looked inside the door, as if she was afraid of what the wind said, and Fusang could hear it.

She doesn't love Yi Shugui, but she did marry him twice, once in reality, once in fiction, and she didn't want to be like that, but things developed uncontrollably.

She said categorically: "No, when he wakes up, I will explain to him that I have nothing to do with Shugui." ”

Feng Xun longed to let her live forever and stay away from Fusang, she actually thought about waiting for Fusang to wake up and renew her relationship with him?

The winds will never allow this to happen!

In the past, he respected Fusang's wishes, he once only hoped that Fusang and his sweetheart would be together with a blessed mentality, but now, it is different, Fusang has paid too much price for this, he just wants to protect Fusang and prevent Fusang from being hurt in the slightest.

He looked at Cen Duxiao's face and chuckled, "It's nothing to worship the hall and go through the cave?" Aren't you Terran women the most respectful?"

The Terran woman is a celebrity festival, but Cen Duxiao has never been the kind of person who follows the rules, she and Yi Shugui really didn't have anything, but only had intimate actions with Fusang, but will Fusang believe it? Will he mind?

Feng Xun squinted his eyes, and pressed forward step by step.

"Are you worthy of him?"

"Don't you think you're dirty?"

Cen Duxiao's heart was like falling straight into an ice cellar.

She has never been a chaste martyr, and she has never felt that she can't pursue her own happiness if she gets married, but she is a little flustered in front of Fusang, afraid that Fusang will mind, and that her relationship with Yi Shugui will become a shadow in Fusang's heart.

She stubbornly retorted: "Worthy or not, I want to listen to him say to me personally, don't bother others!"

Feng Xun laughed out loud: "Your little girl's face is not ordinarily thick!"

Cen Duxiao didn't want to quarrel with him, and she didn't plan to continue arguing with him anymore, she was just about to push the door in to see Fusang, when a ray of white light burst out from Wangshu Jian's body.

Feng Xun said too harshly, Wangshu was loyal to the lord, he couldn't listen to it, and frowned: "The two of them were framed by others and there were too many misunderstandings to become what they are now, what is the truth, only the two of them know, why are you an outsider mixing so much?"

Wang Shu said, while lowering his eyes and pulling the sleeves of his shirt, it seemed that there was a pleat on his clothes, and he insisted on pulling the pleats flat.

This sword dexterity strengthens obsessive-compulsion, and I don't know who it is......

Cen Duxiao's mood changed subtly as he appeared to stand out for himself.

She said that she didn't know what the change was, and she repeatedly told herself that Wangshu was not Fusang, but Wangshu's temperament was too similar to Fusang.

Righteousness, no matter what he says, he always stands up in time at a critical moment, seems to be casual, but can always get to the point, seems to be careless, but in fact he is more serious than anyone else, and a little arrogant.

It's really like Fuso more than 500 years ago.

It's as transparent and free as Fusang before he didn't fall in love with her and wasn't hurt by love.

Cen Duxiao's hand was on the door and he didn't push the door in, his eyes unconsciously followed Wangshu, and stopped to listen to him.

Feng Xun looked at this face that was exactly the same as Fusang, and lost his mind for a moment, as if he saw Fusang when he first met him, and then he glanced at Cen Duxiao, and said even more angrily: "What misunderstanding can there be? The biggest misunderstanding is that Fusang thinks that Cen Duxiao has him in his heart! Fusang paid so much in exchange for a sword piercing his heart, twice, twice!"

Feng Xun's eyes almost tore Cen Duxiao apart, Cen Duxiao lowered her head slightly, and a burst of pain hit her heart.

Wangshu saw the pain on her face in his eyes and asked, "Cen Duxiao has Fusang in her heart, how do you know? Are you a roundworm in her stomach? How do you know that she doesn't love Fusang? Yes, Fusang has paid a lot for her, but if two people are too concerned about who pays more, is it still true love? That is unwilling!"

Cen Duxiao's heart ached, and she looked at Wang Shu in more and more surprise, but she didn't expect that he knew a lot about a sword spirit who had just appeared in human form.

Could it be that he was already spiritually manifested a long time ago?

That's right, Wangshu is the sword of Songhe Dao, and he is at least more than five hundred years old.

Feng Xun was so angry that his eyes were full of red bloodshots, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You mean that Fusang is self-inflicted, and your master is not at fault at all?!"

Wang Shu was not afraid at all, at this moment, he was facing a cheetah that could pounce on him at any time, the big deal was that he hid in the sword again to ensure that he could reach Feng Xun's teeth, and no matter how strong Feng Xun's spiritual power was, he couldn't help the indestructible Heavenly Sword.

Wangshu finally straightened the folds on his sleeves, he was standing with his hands on his hands and facing the wind, there were some people who were able to see through the red dust, he said slowly: "I mean the world is unpredictable, the two of them have a deep relationship, and outsiders don't need to say anything." ”

Feng Xun's eyes were red, his fists were clenched, and he said word by word like a cheetah swearing sovereignty: "Fusang is kind to me, I will not allow anyone to hurt him again!"

Wang Shu raised his bright beautiful eyes and looked at Feng Xun, and said in an impatient tone: "Then you might as well check who changed Cen Duxiao's backtracking method, and who turned the illusion trapping technique into a real harm to Fusang's tragic death, what's the use of holding Cen Duxiao to death?"

Feng Xun flicked his sleeves, gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I will investigate! I will break the murderer's body into ten thousand pieces!" As he spoke, he glanced at Cen Duxiao viciously.

Obviously, in his "List of Ten Thousand Broken Corpses", Cen Duxiao ranked first.

Wangshu's eyes rolled, a spring breeze smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he waved his hand, and said disdainfully: "Don't be cruel, let's find the murderer first, what if it's someone you are familiar with?"

Feng Xun's face changed, and he said angrily: "What do you mean by this?"

If someone else had spoken to him with such a desperate attitude, with his violent temper, he would have slapped people out with one palm.

It was precisely because Wangshu's tone of voice was too similar to Fusang's that he was angry and didn't want to do anything with Wangshu.

"Nothing, casually. ”

Wangshu shrugged, his indifferent attitude was the same as Fusang's.