I don't know how long it took, when Fusheng came to his senses, Cangyue sat next to him and took a nap.

Fusheng straightened up and sat down, the wound that had originally congealed began to crack again, and there was a trace of sharp pain, Fusheng frowned.

Even so, it doesn't seem to hurt much behind the life, and the poison seems to have been resolved.

After Cangyue heard the movement, she opened her eyes and looked at Fusheng.

"Thank you." Fusheng smiled.

Cangyue: "The donor is polite." ”

Hearing this, Fusheng smiled even more, and his tone was pleasant: "I knew you wouldn't leave me, what should I do?" Cangyue, I really like you. ”

Cangyue: "......"

Seeing Cangyue get up, Fusheng also hurriedly stood up, because the speed was too fast, the wound was pulled, and the pain made Fusheng grin.

Fusheng asked him, "Where are you going?" ”

Cangyue didn't answer, just moved her steps, her eyes searching.

The wind blows from time to time, but in fact, the wind at the end of the mouth is not so strong.

It's just that the sky is dark, and I can't tell whether it's day or night, and when the cold wind blows, it's a good summer, and in an instant, I feel like it's winter.

Fusheng followed behind Cang Yue and nagged: "I always feel like I'm dreaming, Cang Yue, you are actually guarding me by the side." ”

In fact, the truth is not what Fusheng said, Cangyue wanted to abandon it, as long as Fusheng died, then this illusion would be broken.

But when he saw the painful appearance of the child, Cangyue felt that he couldn't bear it, and he felt that he was on the way of the child, so he went to save her.

"Cangyue, look, it's back to the fairy grass." Fusheng's face was full of excitement, and he pointed to a grass halfway there, the leaves were as wide as aquatic plants, concave inward, and a white ball-shaped flower was dragging in the middle.

"I'm going to take it off." As he spoke, he pressed his heels hard, and the wind was blowing under his feet, and he went straight to the halfway point.

Fusheng jumped halfway to the end, and with a wave of his hand, he uprooted the Hui Immortal Grass.

With this pulling, the Hui Immortal Grass suddenly shone brightly, and Fu Sheng thought that the spiritual power of the Hui Immortal Grass began to be released, and hurriedly brought it back to Cangyue.

"Quick." Fusheng dragged the fairy grass with his right hand, and his left hand hurriedly grabbed Cangyue's right hand and placed him on the fairy grass.

The spiritual power gathers, and through the touch of the fingertips, the spiritual power is slowly transmitted to the body of Cangyue.

After about a quarter of an hour, the fairy grass withered, and Cangyue felt that the spiritual platform suddenly opened up a lot.

The cold fingertips were placed on Cang Yue's hand, and Cang Yue suddenly withdrew her hand and read, "Amitabha." ”

Fusheng looked at the hand that was withdrawn by Cang Yue, and his expression darkened and darkened. Then, it turned to a smile.

"Let's go."

The moon stepped on the wind, and Fusheng also followed.

The two of them went out smoothly, but when they saw that the wind had not stopped, they were still staying in place, and when they saw Fusheng, they immediately became vigilant.

Feng Weixi didn't expect that Fusheng was really fatal, and sneered: "You're not dead yet." ”

Fusheng said angrily: "You just died." ”

Fusheng is not afraid of the wind now, and now that the mana of Cangyue is fully restored, he can knock them down in three or two clicks.

Feng Weixi was too lazy to quarrel with Fusheng, since she was not dead, he would just kill again.

Cangyue's eyes flashed, and she pondered.

He fell into this illusion because he fell into this illusion because he fell into the plan to help life, so only he can kill him.

"Ouch......" screams suddenly came one after another.

I saw that Cang Yue's face was expressionless, her hands were folded, and the spiritual power leaked from her body would rush up to the young Feng Weixi and the others and shake them away one by one.

Fusheng applauded in his heart, he deserved it!

Just as Fusheng was about to turn around and hug Cangyue, Cangyue's eyes were filled with unprecedented coldness.

I saw a turn of the wrist of my right hand, a push in the air, and a tap of my fingertips.

Before Fusheng could speak, the dagger that appeared out of thin air came out of his hand and pierced Fusheng's heart accurately.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Fusheng stared at the moon with wide eyes.

Then he gently hooked his lips and smiled: she is dreaming. She must not have woken up yet, otherwise how could Cangyue hurt her!

Fusheng took a deep breath, and it wasn't until the pain spread from her heart that Fusheng felt that it was real, that she wasn't dreaming.

Cang Yue didn't say anything, just looked at Fusheng indifferently.

As long as you live and die, as soon as the illusion is broken, everything will return to the way it was.

But Cang Yue was wrong, Fusheng fainted, but all this still hasn't changed, and he still hasn't returned to the illusion.

When Cangyue left Huifengya, she didn't look at Fusheng, nor did she go to save Fusheng.

He told himself: Fusheng is a demon, and a demon will only harm people.