"......" Seeing that he was silent, Ye lowered his eyelids and stopped talking, and he lowered his eyes to see his blood. Meat. Model. The mushy wound and pain are indeed real, but they are actually nothing to him who has lost his loved one. Now he is just an empty shell with a cold heart and cold feelings, and he can't live without pity.

"It's almost her birthday..."Night Cloud Nightmare opened his voice in a hoarse voice, a smile spread on the corner of his mouth, but this smile was bitter, he lowered his eyes and stared at the wisps of internal force on his fingertips, the wound was slowly healing under its manipulation, his expression was hollow, and his expression was indifferent.

"......" replied to him with a moment of silence.

Fu Zichen knew who he was referring to by "she". In fact, Nightmare bears a slight resemblance to him.

They are all poor people who are crazy about love.

If you don't go crazy, you can't live.

Fu Zichen has an obsession in his heart, why not the night cloud nightmare? He often can't sleep at night, and when he dreams at night, he always dreams of the woman in the pink skirt slowly cooling down in his arms, which is deep and clear, like a sharp sword piercing fiercely. Piercing Nightmare's warm heart. Even if he is injured to the point that his body is incomplete, his love for mercy will not change at all.

Later, Nightmare was fortunate to no longer sleep.

Hades has a permanent lifespan, and he doesn't need the kind of cultivation and recuperation that mortals do, in fact... He was afraid that he would dream again at night that Ying Pian would die in his arms, and his pity... Such a good woman, in the end, is covered in bruises...

Fu Zichen didn't respond to him, and Night Cloud Nightmare was not annoyed. Three thousand green silk hung down on the back of his head, and the night cloud tare raised his chin slightly to look at the bright moon in the sky, "Actually, sometimes I can understand you very well, the feeling of loving someone is real, but... You love Luo Li, I love mercy, in order to save the life of the child... This is a last resort. ”

Nightmare said in a hoarse voice, "I miss her so much... You have no idea how I've spent the last 100 years... Every time I open my eyes, the side is empty, the beautiful peach forest in my memory she once admired with me, now, the peach forest is here, I am here, but..."

His voice trembled inaudibly, "She's gone... My poor son, deserves all the good things in the world..."

Fu Zichen is just a listener, Night Cloud Nightmare rarely confides in his heart, he is not a fragile and emotional character, but maybe it is the inner feelings that are surging, or maybe the moonlight tonight is like the crescent moon that the woman showed her heart to him that day, in short, Night Cloud Nightmare just wants to indulge in this calm and beautiful night.

But he knew it couldn't be.

It's a dream, and there will be a day when you wake up.

"A thousand boxes... If you really can't get it, forget it, I'll think of another way. Remember, I'm not kind and kind, it's just that I'm a little tired..."

Nightmare withdrew his hand, his internal force was withdrawn, and the wound had healed again, completely complete, and it was impossible to tell that this piece of skin had been torn before. Cracked wounds.

"But if no other way works, I'll still order you to do it for me, remember?"

"Hmm." Fu Zichen's tone was flat.

Nightmare closes her eyes and terminates communication.

Half an hour later, he raised his eyes to look at the beautiful crescent moon in the sky, and in a trance, the bright and lovely woman was still shuttling in the peach forest, at that time, he was not the cold and ruthless Hades. Everyone praised him as a white-clothed boy like jade, cold as the moon, but he had a soft spot for pity. God treats him well, and the two of them have achieved positive results.

It's just that creation makes people.

The death of mercy is his unease.

Just like Luo Li to Fu Zichen,

It is a catastrophe, and it is also the obsession of two lifetimes to follow.