The night is deep, the huge canopy of heaven is like splashing ink, connecting the sky and the earth directly, without a trace of gaps, and there are occasional phosphorus fires swaying everywhere in the swaying mountains and forests, and the wandering soul can't find a home, accompanied by the terrible wind, flickering bright and dark.

It was dark in the Xiwu Palace, the moonlight was hanging in the west, and through the thin layers of falling veil, I could vaguely see a person on the carved phoenix tail bed with his eyes closed, and the beads of sweat on his face as white as paper were falling, and his expression was extremely painful but he couldn't wake up, muttering something to himself in his mouth, as thin as a mosquito and a fly.

"Girl, girl! You've hurt me so badly! In the dream, a man in a green shirt always had his back to her, walking forward slowly, as if he was angry and painful to her, no matter how she chased after her, the distance between her and him was always five steps away, seemingly within reach, but in fact the end of the world was illusory.

"Stop! Who are you? How dare you break into my inner court? The woman's eyes were open like pearls, and she tried her best to see the man's face, but the fog in front of her was getting more and more, and gradually she could no longer catch the outline of a person, and even her steps became heavy, staggering, and sweat slowly wetting her white clothes.

"You don't remember me?" The man in Tsing Yi suddenly appeared in her sight again, facing sideways, his long hair rising in the wind, covering his face, but the woman could feel his resentment.

"Do you know that love is also hate, at this moment, how much I hate you!" The man didn't move for half a minute, and the slender fingers were distinct, caressing her face through the mist, so thin that there was no trace of warmth.

The woman suddenly grabbed his palm, and her voice began to tremble: "Who are you?" Who the hell is it? Before she could reach her, a bone-eating pain came from the mouth of her heart and quickly spread to her whole body, as if thousands of ants were desperately gnawing on her heart.

"You shouldn't have forgotten me! The last person you should forget in this life is me—" The man's breezy tone carried a hint of imperceptible anger.

He pulled his hand back with all his might, leaving a vague back in his wake, and quickly disappeared into the smoke.

"No—" The woman half-fell to the ground, and her weak tears burst down the embankment, and the pain in her chest seemed to be less than the pain in her heart.

"Holy Lord—Holy Lord!" Wei Yuchu and Xuesha, who heard the sound, looked at the people on the bed and whispered, their eyes were closed, but tears flowed out uncontrollably, her white fingers grabbed her chest fiercely, and almost her white clothes were bleeding.

This is the Holy Lord of the Divine Witch Country, the Feng Lingyu who has returned to the dynasty in ten years.

In an instant, the lights in the entire Xiwu Palace were bright, and all the palace maids and eunuchs bowed their heads.

At this time, the palace maid standing at the end suddenly took a few steps back and was about to walk out of the hall.

"What are you doing?" Xuesha had a cold face, and his cold gaze locked on the palace maid.

"Lord Hui Hei, slave maid to invite, go and ask Lord Shenwu to come and treat the Holy Lord!" The palace maid trembled and hurriedly knelt down.

"The Holy Lord has not given any orders, so why do you make your own claims?" Wei Yuchu got up and approached the palace maid step by step: "Are you really going to report to Lord Shenwu, or do you have other plans, only you know in your heart!" ”

"Lord Bai Envoy has really wronged the slave and maid, and the slave and maid see that the Holy Lord is not lightly injured, if you don't invite the Lord Divine Witch to come again, in case the Holy Lord, the slave and the maid are really ten heads, they can't afford to make amends!"

"Really?" A cold voice faintly resounded throughout the hall, Feng Lingyu didn't know when she had already woken up, her lowered eyes had already recovered the color of ice, and her hoarse voice was like a divine comedy that hooked the soul, so people couldn't help but feel stunned: "The widow still doesn't know that Mei Butterfly has this thought, it is really a blessing for the widow!" ”