In her sleep, there seemed to be something gently touching the green silk, very light and warm, melting the bone-eroding pain on her body little by little.

Her eyelids seemed to be heavy, she tried hard to open her eyes, and suddenly seemed to see a pair of eyes that only appeared in a dream, such as the rippling eyes of Moyutan, and her heart began to ache.

Is that you, Qingyun......

"Yang'er, why are you so careless."

His voice was so soft that she couldn't help but let a tear slip from the corner of her eye and disappear into her black hair.

"Is it really you?"

Qingyun's warmth of smiling at her suddenly warmed Feng's heart, she slowly raised her hand to touch his face, she was so happy that her eyes were bent into crescents, and even her body didn't hurt anymore, a heart was like a flower.

"It's me." Qingyun sighed, his eyes dimmed: "Why don't you take care of yourself, if you die, there will be nothing......"

Feng tilted his heart into his gloomy eyes and shook his head with a smile: "It's worth it, it's all worth it." ”

The last word of "worth ......" pulled a long tone on his lips, raised his eyes to look outside, although his head was raised to look at the sky, but his eyes passed through the clouds and did not know where to cross: "Love is just a flower, a scene of wind and moon, how can love hurt?" Why should it hurt?"

After that, he raised his head and laughed, his body gradually dissipated, Feng Qian was afraid of his departure, began to panic, stretched out his hand to grab him, but couldn't catch anything.

"Qingyun, don't leave me, don't!"

Feng Tianxin suddenly sat up in shock, Qingyun's beautiful and warm smile seemed to be floating in front of him, but in the end, there was nothing.

It's just a dream, after all.

She buried her face between her palms and couldn't help crying, the pain in her body was as much as one-tenth of the pain in her heart.

"Pour your heart, you're awake." The voice of Forgotten Dust came softly from his ears.

Feng Qianxin suddenly turned her head and saw that Wuchen's pale eyebrows were in front of her, she seemed to be unable to help it, and suddenly threw herself into his arms, crying like a child.

"Forget the Dust......

Forget Chen's body stiffened, and felt her tears dripping down his shoulders, with a faint warmth.

He stretched out his hand to hug her, stroking her back again and again, Feng Qianxin hugged him even tighter, and when he saw him again, he felt like a different world, and choked up: "Forget the dust, you are still alive......"

Forget Chen hugged her and smiled lightly: "Yes, I'm still alive, we're all still alive......"

Feng poured her heart into crying, it must be that God had mercy on her, pity her for her infatuation, and let them all live!

Forget Chen's heart mourned, and saw the woman in his arms snuggled in his arms, with a cold expression on his face, but there was a looming flicker in his eyes, and he sighed slightly, gently caressing her and comforting her.

"Where is this?" Feng leaned her heart gradually calmed down, and raised her eyes to observe the surroundings, the room was warm and hot, and there was no longer the cold and cold in winter, but the knife wound on her body burst out with suffocating pain.

"This is the inn from the south."

"Leaving the South ......" Feng was shocked, they had actually left the Desperate Career, she hurriedly asked, "What about Ruoyun?" ”

Forgetting Chen's eyebrows lowered when he heard this, he looked at her face and said sadly: "Alas, creation makes people, Yan Qingcang activated the self-destruction mechanism, and Ruoyun and him were both buried at the bottom of the despair." ”

"What?" Feng poured a pain in her heart, tears flowed down, Ruoyun, the infatuated woman, was she buried with Yan Qingcang in the end?

"Forget the dust, how did we escape. What about the Gen dog holding the moon lantern? Feng Qianxin suddenly straightened up, thinking of the poisonous smoke and the two dwarves still palpitating.

Forget Chen smiled at her, stretched out his hand to help her lie on the bed, tucked the corners of the quilt for her, and then said slowly: "There is no endless road, after you fell unconscious that day, the earth began to tremble, and the two dwarves were buried in the cracks in the ground, I carried you and fled to the desperate end, and during the escape, I saw the Gen dog holding the moon lamp, which must have been brought by the two dwarves from the hell square, I picked up the lamp and escaped with you on my back, fortunately, ...... Heaven has mercy on ......"

Feng poured tears in his eyes, raised his palm, and there were shocking wounds between his fingers, forgetting the calmness of what he said, but the entrance between life and death was not depicted in a few words.

"You have a good rest, I'll go decoction." Forget Chen smiled at her, Feng Qian nodded distressedly, and he turned and walked out of the room.

Out of the room, Wangchen looked at the mottled wound on his finger, and took it back with a shallow smile on his face, replaced by a cold and unclear meaning.

Feng couldn't fall asleep, thinking of Ruoyun, her heart was hot, and strings of tears rolled down her cheeks like springs.

"Ruoyun, haven't you been able to save his life?"

"yes, I still haven't been able to keep him."

Ruoyun's soft voice made Feng Qian sit up in shock, pulling the wound so painful that her tears flowed even more fiercely.

The two void figures in front of her made her fingers grip her quilt, clenching tightly, letting tears crawl all over her cheeks and drip down her cheeks.

"Ruoyun, Yan Qingcang......"

Ruoyun was in Yan Qingcang's arms, smiling softly, but there was more pity in her eyes when she looked at her.

"Pour your heart, are you okay?"

"I'm not good, Ruoyun! I'm sorry!! I couldn't save you, I couldn't save Yan Qingcang! Feng Qianxin's eyes were blurred, and she secretly regretted and blamed herself, after all, she was useless!

Ruoyun also cried in Yan Qingcang's arms, choked up and couldn't speak, so he could only shake his head desperately.

Yan Qingcang looked at the two women, sighed faintly, tightened his arms, reported Ruoyun tighter, looked back at Feng Qian on the bed, and said: "Miss Feng, you don't have to blame yourself, this is the fate of Ruoyun and me, and it is also our best destination, you don't have to take all the blame on yourself, you are not an immortal who saves the suffering after all." ”

Ruoyun nodded, but suddenly said to her: "Pour your heart, live for yourself, forget the dust He is not a person who can be entrusted with life." ”

Feng was stunned, his eyes dimmed, and this sentence was also said by Xiaotian.

She shook her head and looked at Ruoyun, with more stubbornness in her eyes: "I won't give up on him unless I die." ”

Ruoyun looked at her, but didn't know what to say, Yan Qingcang sighed helplessly, and said to Ruoyun: "Forget it, everyone has their own fate, she has her life, maybe, fate is hard to violate." ”

Ruoyun refused to give up, and opened her lips to say something to her, but Feng Qianxin raised her eyes to look at Ruoyun and asked her word by word:

"If so, if you give up Yan Qingcang, can you do it?"

Ruoyun was stunned for a moment, and looked sideways at Yan Qingcang on the side, he was also looking at her, his face was soft and full of affection.

The two looked at each other and smiled, and their eyes were full of infatuation that could not be dissolved.

"I see, pour your heart, you have to cherish yourself." Ruoyun smiled at her.

Feng Qianxin also smiled at her, infatuated women, the most can't let go of herself.

The two of them took a deep breath and slowly spat out a white light from the corner of their lips.

Feng poured out the soul bottle and collected the love souls of the two of them in the bottle, she raised her eyes to look at the two people who hugged each other, and she was envious: "I hope you will still be husband and wife in the next life." ”

Ruoyun looked at her, nodded with a smile, waved his hand and said, "Pour your heart, you have to cherish ......"

After that, the figures of the two gradually dissipated, and there was no trace of it, and the trance was just a dream.

When Forget Chen brought the soup medicine, Feng Tianxin was still in a daze on the bed, until the sound of the soup bowl falling on the case brought back her thoughts.

"What's wrong with you?" Forget the dust frowned at her.

Feng looked at his indifferent face, he never had any other emotions for her, he didn't love her, she was so persistent, was it right or not?

She lowered her eyebrows and smiled faintly, "It's nothing." ”

Forget Chen didn't ask, but picked up the soup spoon and fed Feng Tilting Medicinal Juice.

"I'll do it myself." Feng was very scared of his closeness, and she was afraid that she would become more and more greedy for him.

"Can you lift your hands?" Forget the dust raised an eyebrow at her.

Feng lowered his eyes and didn't look at him, but he didn't open his mouth.

"I don't take medicine."

"You're making a fuss." Forget the dust put away his hand and said indifferently.

Feng Qianxin didn't look up, he gave her decoction and fed her medicine, was it just because she prayed to the two dwarves in the Yama Palace, and he felt a little sorry.

Forget Chen insisted on feeding her, she stubbornly turned her head, He suddenly became angry, raised his hand to lift half of her body slightly, pulled his lips with one hand, and poured the medicine into it with a spoon in the other. He moved a little bigger, Feng Qian frowned and groaned, and the potion poured down spilled half of it, staining the placket of her neckline.

Forget Chen didn't care, reached out and scooped another spoonful, and then poured it in, Feng Qian looked at him with angry eyes, but glanced at the scars on his fingertips, his heart was cold and hard, and he softened again, opened his mouth, and let him feed himself one bite at a time.

Forget Chen didn't speak, Feng Qianxin didn't speak, and the atmosphere suddenly depressed.

Until the medicinal juice in the bowl bottomed out, Wangchen didn't say another word.

He picked up the medicine bowl and got up and walked out, Feng Qian looked at his gray back image as the cloud in the sky that she would never be able to catch, and suddenly opened his mouth to call him.

"Forget the Dust......

Forget Chen paused and looked back, "Is there something wrong?" ”

Feng leaned his lips and didn't know what to say, he thought about it and looked up and said, "Did you tell Si Ying and Chen Zixi that they would be worried about ......?"

"That's what you want to say to me!" Forget Chen suddenly interrupted her words, frowned and looked at him lightly, with a trace of unhappiness in his eyes. "You want Si Ying to pick you up?"

Feng tilted her eyes and hooked the corners of her mouth, revealing a hint of mockery, she was so stupid, she wanted to try to enter his heart, and now she didn't even know what he was thinking.

"I'm afraid he won't be able to pick you up." Forget the dust suddenly turned and walked out the door.

Feng was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly said, "What's wrong with him?" ”

Forget Chen didn't look back, and said lightly: "He didn't have an accident, you can rest assured, it's just that the big family of the king in the west of the city is haunted, and he is anxious at this time, and he can't take care of you." ”

Feng Qian frowned in disbelief and muttered, "Haunted ......"