"You can't be soft-hearted, right?" Nightmare's red eyes were full of mockery, and the corners of his mouth were bewitching.

Fu Zichen pursed his lips and didn't answer his words.

"I've never been a soft-hearted good-hearted person, and since you decided to make a formal deal with me in the first place, you must be completely conscious."

Nightmare stretched out his fingertips and stroked his lips, the smile on his lips with an indescribable evil charm.

"Well, I naturally understand these truths." Fu Zichen raised his eyes and stared at the crystal, looking at him in four directions.

"I want the Thousand Boxes, no, more precisely what's in the box, I'll give you two more months, and if you can't get it, I'll do it myself."

The Manju Sawa on the right cheek swayed as Nightmare laughed, and a few strands of green silk hung lazily in front of his eyes, covering the greedy glow in his blood-red eyes.

"Nope." Fu Zichen frowned.

"In what capacity are you rejecting me?" Nightmare's eyes sank, and the smile on his lips faded.

"Your old friend." Fu Zichen's expression was faint.

"Old friends?" Nightmare smiled.

He clearly found the term interesting.

"Yes... Thousands of years are long for ordinary people, but for you and me, it is only a blink of an eye, so we have known each other for a long time..."

"But that doesn't conflict with what I want to get, does it?" Night Cloud Nightmare suddenly flicked his black long sleeves, and the figure in the crystal suddenly disappeared, replaced by a slightly blurred black shadow standing quietly beside Fu Zichen, whose expression became even heavier.

"What are you so nervous about? This is just a branch of my soul, and my body can't easily set foot in the world, and I still understand this truth. ”

Night Cloud Nightmare stretched out his fingertips and gently rubbed Fu Zichen's green silk, the emotions in his eyes were unpredictable, "Fu Zichen... I've given you ten years, but what are you doing in those ten years? His eyes narrowed.

"Picked up a child from the orphanage and raised him as an adult, when did your heart become so soft?"

Nightmare sneered, stretching out her slender fingertips to pierce the cyan fabric in front of the man. Rubbing on the placket.

Fu Zichen pursed his lips, twisted his eyebrows and flicked the wide sleeves of his cyan coat, and the aqua blue internal force instantly condensed into a sinuous appearance in his hand, he frowned and brushed his sleeves, and the trick instantly forced the night cloud to retreat a few steps.

The latter raised an eyebrow, but he was not annoyed.

"I've never been idle in the past ten years, and I've been using my internal force to explore her whereabouts, but I only felt her soul stirring half a year ago, and according to my judgment, this is very likely to be a seizure, not her body."

Fu Zichen calmly said his conclusion.

"How do you know?" Nightmare shook the blood-colored red fan in his hand, and the flowers on the other side swayed with his movements, as if they had been activated.

"I suspect something went wrong when she was reincarnated." Fu Zichen's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, "I have the love Gu you planted more than ten years ago, no matter how far away I am from her, as long as I rely on the love Gu, I can immediately feel her soul fluctuations." But for more than ten years, Qing Gu has not moved at all, until half a year ago..."

Fu Zichen raised his eyes and looked directly at the night clouds on the opposite side, his always warm light-colored eyes were fluttering, "Did you do something when she was reincarnated?" ”

Night Cloud Nightmare lightly covered her mouth and nose with a red fan, revealing only those deep and charming red eyes.

"The matter of reincarnation is in the hands of Meng Po, don't push anything on my head, I don't know."