The elegant and clear cherry blossoms are surrounded in the air with the illusory spirits, and the dreamy and beautiful pale pink petals are dyed with a moist fragrance for the spring breeze, and the silk wisps linger in the clear pearl flying jade knocked out by every drop of rain, and the cherry trees in the rain are flowing like smoke and glow under the dark and unknown clouds.

Nan Fusheng's phoenix eyes drooped, staring at the windless automatic falling flowers without blinking.

He couldn't hide his nervousness and paid close attention to the trajectory of the cherry blossoms, and found that it was very similar to the old days when he was drunk and enjoying the flowers, and he habitually collected the petals and then sprinkled the sky.

The illusory girl stared at the man in front of her for a moment, and then stretched out her invisible palm boredly, scattering the cherry blossoms that surrounded her body with the wind.

The pale pink flower curtain fell gracefully and beautifully, and Nan Zuisheng looked at the man opposite through the rain of flowers in the sky, and the originally illusory spirit suddenly solidified for a moment.

Nan Fusheng slowly opened his gorgeous phoenix eyes, staring at the cherry blossoms that were originally surrounding the air without blinking, and suddenly the sky was full of pictures of cherry blossoms falling Qingfen. Just as he was about to turn back to the ward in disbelief, Nan Zuisheng's slender and beautiful fairy figure suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The slender and straight figure instantly froze in place, he raised his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, only to see Nan Zuisheng's ethereal volley in the invisible breeze, clear ink eyes staring at him in confusion and ignorance, and a few pale pink cherry blossoms fell down her stretched palm.

"Drunk ......" Nan Fusheng's thin lips opened slightly, but he quickly swallowed the call in his mouth in the next second.

He was really scared.

For fear of disturbing the illusory soul who is lonely and confused in front of him and has nowhere to return.

Nan Zuisheng stepped on the breeze dyed with cherry blossoms, and looked at the man in front of him who was struggling in pain suspiciously. I saw that Nan Fusheng's beautiful face was soaked with endless pain and pity, as well as the caution that lingered between his eyebrows.

She couldn't help but float in front of the man, and involuntarily stretched out her hand to gently caress the handsome face: "Don't shed tears, because I will feel sad when I see you sad......"

A tear slipped down the corner of Nan Fusheng's eyes, penetrated Nan Zuisheng's fleeting condensed spirit, and dripped onto the cold and hard ground.

The cold, yet scorching sensation pierced through the illusory spirit again, causing Nan to feel a sharp pain like a burning fire. She floated in the air in agony and curled up her soul-forged body, and the vast and complicated memories instantly poured into her empty mind.

"Original...... So. ”

I've lost my life, that's why I've lost my soul.

Nan Fusheng's phoenix eyes suddenly widened, and he rushed madly and painfully towards the girl's disappearing soul habitat. He looked around the corridor like crazy looking for the disappeared Nan Zuisheng, even if there were no more tears at the end of his gorgeous eyes, he could still make Nan Zuisheng floating in mid-air feel ---that he was crying.

"Drunk, is that you? Where are you? Come back! Nanfu shouted and roared in the corridor like a trapped beast, and the original royal bearing of the emperor was gone at this moment.

Finally, he fell to his knees in despair, the hard, cold floor tiles soaking the silver-gray suit fabric, and the pale pink cherry blossom petals scattered everywhere.

The handsome face shone brightly under the gradually clear sky, but the gorgeous and deep phoenix eyes were eclipsed. Nan Fusheng pursed his thin lips and raised his eyes to look at the scenery outside the corridor, only to see that the original spring rain had stopped giving it the grace of rain and dew.

The gray streamer of clouds gradually dissipates in the distance, and the cherry trees in full bloom become more and more brilliant and dreamy after the baptism of spring rain.

The fragrance of the cherry blossoms is dyed in the clear spring breeze, and the cherry blossom petals that fall with the fluttering linger on the nose of the south float.

A golden beam of light pierced through the gloom of stratus clouds at this moment, like the light before dawn in the morning, tearing apart the faint ink of lead. The inky crow perched on the cherry blossom branch bathed in this gilded golden beam, and suddenly opened its sharp mouth and screamed.

The rough and ugly crow crow slammed into his ears, and the illusory soul and Nan Fusheng, who was kneeling on the ground, raised their eyes at the same time, looking at the ink-colored crow perched on the top of the cherry blossoms.

Before Nan's drunken soul could finish digesting those huge and complicated memories, the ink-colored crow opened its sharp black beak, flapped its ink-colored wings, and swooped down fiercely and fiercely, pecking viciously at the habitat where the girl's soul floated.

Nan Zuisheng: "! ”

The already illusory spirit body was instantly disillusioned after being so frightened. The huge memories that had come in an instant were instantly blocked, and the ink eyes that had only been clear and clear for a short time suddenly dimmed and lost color in the rough cry of the crow, and changed into the previous ignorance and confusion.

"Who am I and where is this?" Nan Zuisheng floated aimlessly in mid-air, and the next second when her clear and clear ink eyes instantly dimmed, the fierce and ugly crow stopped its swooping attack stance.

In the dark, as if sensing a call from a distant place, Nan Zuisheng followed the inky crow, floating out of the corridor in a daze.

Nan Fusheng frowned on Hua Tiancheng's eyebrows, staring at the scene in front of him tightly.

I saw that the originally fierce and fierce crow suddenly became gentle and well-behaved, flapping its inky wings and staying in mid-air, and turning its head from time to time as if it was urging and waiting for something. He involuntarily clenched the hands that fell to his sides, and his fierce expression was undisguised between his eyebrows.

Since it is a hoodoo and tries to take away my drunken life, then I will destroy you!

A sharp sharp knife slipped out of the cuff silently, Nan Fusheng narrowed his deep and gorgeous phoenix eyes slightly, and his sharp gaze locked on the ink-colored crow that was still urging and waiting for something, and suddenly stabbed the sharp knife through the crow's body.

Caught off guard, the crow was mercilessly pierced through the wall, and the dark black thick blood sprayed on the white wall, like a picture of the cruel smoke of ancient war.

But what Nanfu didn't expect was that after the pierced crow was dying and struggling for a moment, the wings and body flowing with inky brilliance were fleeting and disappeared in front of his eyes out of thin air. Even the blood that splattered on the walls disappeared in an instant.

"Here, in the end, is the reality...... It's still a dream! He stood up.