Chapter 721 702.Lidian's Birthday Gift for Lin Ye (1)

"I think he is too obsessed..."Fu Zichen gave such a sentence for a long time, his warm voice is very light, and the typical son's timbre lingers densely in people's ears, but the loneliness and sadness in his eyes can't deceive people, "Jun Wuyan is a contradictory existence, you say that he is ruthless, but he is the enemy of the world for the sake of his beloved woman... You say that he is affectionate and righteous, but the lives he has taken are innumerable. ”

Nightmare narrowed his eyes, "He... Stubbornness indeed. ”

"When I first learned the truth of the matter, I didn't say anything, but I didn't agree with it inside. How can a daughter of the Protoss fall in love with the leader of the Bloodline? Wouldn't it be a laughing stock for the whole world to say it? What's more, in that situation at that time, although the sinister and cunning blood clan had an extremely handsome appearance, they were not popular. When Jun Wuyan sat in the position of the sect leader of the Blood Night Pavilion, he also wasted a lot of effort. If it weren't for the support of his clansmen, how could he have gotten that status? ”

After Nightmare finished speaking, he laughed, "However, that was only my opinion, and then I watched how he and Luo Li were entangled in the troubled times, plus the soul of pity was scattered... I finally understood that the actual situation, regardless of race, as long as it is someone who loves each other, it is reasonable. ”

"......" Fu Zichen was silent.

"He hasn't fully awakened the bloodline of his previous life." Night Cloud Wei pinched his eyebrows tiredly, and the manzhu sawa on his right cheek was even more bewitching and weird, adding a touch of femininity to his heroic handsome face, this flower should be the most feminine, but in him as a man, there was no sense of disobedience, and even more, it was no exaggeration to say...

It's like being born to exist for him.

"It's true that his state at this time seems to be extremely disordered, but the internal force in his body seems to have a faint tendency to emerge, if he really recovers his internal strength... At that time, I will make my decision, and as for you, I want you to be on the same line as me. Fu Zichen's tone sank a little suddenly, which added a little contradictory indifference to his clear voice, just like his expression.

At this time, his mood was extremely bad.

Nightmare smiled slightly, but did not directly agree to his words of "standing on the same line". He has his own ideas, and the current Fu Zichen can't help him. He is an individual who can't stand the constraints of others. Not for anyone but to be pitied...

When it comes to the woman I love, my eyes are full of emotion.

"You want to stop him from changing?" Nightmare tossed its small skull into the air, and then caught it steadily, looking extremely lazy. The blood-colored red robe was wide, covering the lean and long figure. Fu Zichen's expression was flat, and he sneered, "Fu Zichen, I advise you not to do useless work, it's not that you and I haven't really comprehended the strength of the Blood Crown Prince... At that time, you had no chance of winning compared to Jun Wuyan, not to mention that now you are getting weaker and weaker, and you are depressed? ”

Fu Zichen's hand hanging by his side suddenly clenched his fist, took a deep breath, and let go. He hated himself for being powerless now, hated that he didn't have the strength to directly confront the other party, this inferior weakness slowly crushed his proud and straight back, after all, he used to be like that...

Such a beautiful and peerless person.

But for the sake of love, Fu Zichen was willing to fall.

Fall into the abyss and look for an answer.

"You don't have to worry too much, he'll be back to normal soon, after all... Luo Li is the antidote of his life, he was in his previous life, and he will not change in this life. ”

"......" Fu Zichen lowered his eyelids, and until the ice crystals in front of him dissipated, he didn't make any more sound.

Tears, wetting the spectacle lenses.

Bitter and weak.