Dead?

Am I dead?

Feng Zhuyue felt that he was floating outside the nine clouds, and his body fluttered lightly, merging with many white clouds.

Feng Zhuyue floated quickly above the white clouds, and right now, except for a white white cloud, there was no other color.

Feng Zhuyue couldn't see anything.

"Yue'er, come to my mother."

Suddenly, a long, gentle voice came from the sky.

Feng Zhuyue looked up and found nothing.

"Who are you, where are you."

"Yue'er, come to my mother."

The voice came softly, like a ball of cotton, sweet and soft.

Feng Zhuyue searched for it, but found nothing.

Suddenly, he fell into an embrace.

She raised her eyes in astonishment, but saw a gentle and beautiful face that resembled herself.

"You ......"

Feng Zhuyue shouted, but found that the sound in her throat had changed, and she looked down and suddenly saw that her hand was the size of a three- or four-year-old doll.

What's going on?

Zhou Yixin looked at Feng Zhuyue gently, hugged her small body in her arms, and her love radiated a dazzling light on her body: "Yue'er, my mother bought you a sugar gourd, okay?" ”

Feng Zhuyue looked at her puzzled, and guessed her identity, she should be Zhou Wangtian's daughter, Zhou Yixin.

She is so gentle, noble, beautiful and kind, such a woman is as gentle and amiable as a pool of spring water, how can it be the uninhibited and chivalrous tenderness of the children of the rivers and lakes?

"Mother......

Feng Zhuyue's throat was dry, and she screamed with difficulty.

Zhou Yixin smiled softly, her eyes were filled with a gentle light, and she nodded to Feng Zhuyue with a smile.

"Uh......"

Feng Zhuyue suddenly felt that his body was sucked away by a huge force, and he was sucked away from Zhou Yixin's arms, and the next moment, it was another picture.

"Feng Xiao, please, help me take care of my Yue'er."

Feng Zhuyue's eyes widened in disbelief, how could Feng Xiao appear?

Feng Xiao looked at Zhou Yixin, his eyes were filled with love and pain.

He trembled and took the little Feng Zhuyue from Zhou Yixin's hand, Feng Zhuyue was still asleep, and then, Zhou Yixin suddenly stretched out his hand and nodded at Feng Zhuyue's eyebrows: "Yue'er, from today on, your name is Feng Zhuyue, Feng Xiao is your father, your mother died very early, and you also have a sister named Feng Yu, when you wake up, you will forget your true identity, you will forget, who is your biological father......"

Feng Zhuyue was shocked, and the last sentence made her eyes widen in astonishment.

Her biological father?

Isn't Feng Xiao her father?

It's just that she can't think about it much, and the next moment, the picture is turning again, turning to a cliff.

There are more than a dozen martial arts people here to surround a scarred woman, this woman is Zhou Yixin.

Zhou Yixin looked at the man in black in front of her, her gaze was dull, as if her life had no sustenance, she was just like a lifeless puppet doll.

Suddenly, among those black-clothed people, the sword in the hand of one person pierced into Zhou Yixin's heart, she didn't dodge, there was a clear smile on the corner of her mouth, and then, her soft body fell into the abyss.

"No ......"

Feng Zhuyue shouted out in despair.