Yu Ziqing picked up Feng Xuanhan, who was covered in blood, her eyes were even more angry, and she was about to heal her, but Feng Xuanhan woke up, she looked at Yu Ziqing, shook her head, and said with some difficulty: "Qing'er, don't waste your efforts, my mother knows, the healing technique is useless, my mother was poisoned by the Netherworld, and she was seriously injured. Feng Xuanhan didn't lie to her, she did get poisoned, it was half a year ago, and she knew at that time that there would be such a day, in fact, if she could, she would rather Qing'er be an ordinary girl, but the destiny of heaven is hard to violate, even if she is a god, she can't violate it. The only thing she can do for her is to guide her to avoid detours, help her grow, and wait for her soul to return.

Now that her soul has returned, her mission is complete, and the rest of the road is up to her.

Yu Ziqing was a little puzzled, how could her mother know about her cultivation? At this time, Feng Xuanhan said again: "Qing'er, you heard from your mother that your mother wants you to be an ordinary girl and spend all these years peacefully, but you are destined to shoulder that mission since you were born." Mother knows that you have Fengqin in your body, it should be yours, but you also have to remember that unless you have to, don't leak Fengqin's news to others, otherwise, before you have no ability to protect yourself, you will inevitably be hunted down and killed by certain forces, cough cough, mother's time is running out, and now that's all you can do, Qing'er, stretch out your hand. ”

Yu Ziqing Nana's outstretched hand. Feng Xuanhan recited a few incantations, and Yu Ziqing had a few more things in her hand, a necklace, and there was a button-sized ring on the necklace, a ring, a mini version of the guqin in the ring, and a mask and ring, she stared at these things in a daze, I don't know why, when she saw these three things, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if, déjà vu.

Feng Xuanhan had a smile in her eyes, did she remember? Even though the bead of memory is severed, there is still a feeling, isn't it?

"Ziqing, it's called an oracle, you can use it when you need it, this mask can be changed at will according to the owner's own wishes, and become a different appearance, this phoenix ring, cough cough, this is also your thing, my mother found them all for you. Ahem, Yu Qingtian, it's not your father, Qing'er, remember, people's hearts are sinister, don't believe it easily, sometimes, you have to hear to believe things, and seeing is believing, otherwise, one wrong step, a hundred wrong steps, will eventually make you fall into a place of no return, mother, waiting for you on it......"

Yu Ziqing held Feng Xuanhan's hand, tears flowed irrepressibly, Feng Xuanhan's eyes closed at that moment, Yu Ziqing knew that this closure would never be able to open it again. Yu Ziqing hugged Feng Xuanhan's gradually cooler body, stared at the void with empty eyes, and only after a long time silently hugged Feng Xuanhan's body and turned away.

And in a gorgeous hall, there was a muffled snort, a boy about ten years old painfully covered the position of the left atrium, beads of sweat continued to appear on his forehead, smashing on the cold marble, the young man on the side saw this, panicked, hurriedly stepped forward, and looked at him worriedly: "Lord, ......" The little boy frowned, and then waved his hand: "It's okay, continue." "Yes." The boy didn't listen to what the boy said, and at this time, his eyelids were lowered, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow, dark and gloomy. What was the heartache just now?

I don't know how long it took for Yu Ziqing to stop, she moved Feng Xuanhan's body to the Fengqin realm, where her body would not be damaged. Yu Ziqing looked at Feng Xuanhan's still stunning face, and slowly stood up, without a trace of expression on her face, like a thousand years of ice, her hands slowly clenched into fists, and a storm slowly brewed in her eyes......