After putting Tong Yao down, Tong Yao suddenly held Wu Feihuan's hand and asked, "How is he?"

"Don't worry, I won't let him die if Yun Mo doesn't let me kill him, but he won't let him out either. After all, he is Long Chushang's man. Letting him out will destroy many things for us.

"Wu Feixuan paused and felt that it was necessary to make it more clear.

, and then said: "I took him into the City of Dreams. He didn't know that he was trapped. He had been chasing me in the City of Dreams. It was a phantom born in his heart. When did he give up the pursuit?

In my heart, when will that phantom disappear?"

Wu Feihuan didn't even notice when he spoke, and he was gentler than ever before.

Beiming Yexuan was a little dazzled by what he saw. He walked into the room, sat on the round stool in front of the table, put his hand on the table and patted it gently.

"Wu Fei Huan!" Suddenly thinking of something, Beiming Yexuan changed his words again: "Dream Demon."

"No, I'm not." Wu Feihuan turned around and said: "I am just the cultivator of the Dream Demon, and I will return to his body soon. By then there will be no Wu Feihuan, but I still

I hope you call me Feihuan now."

Beiming Yexuan chuckled, then raised his hand and waved it gently. The cold wind spread from his body. The two wide open doors suddenly closed, and then he asked: "Do you know Yun

Where is Mo being held?"

"If I had known, I would have saved her myself." Wu Feihuan sat down, but she was sitting opposite him.

The two of them seemed less cordial than before, as if they were separated by a thick film, making it difficult to see each other even through the clouds and fog.

"It seems that I overestimated you." Beiming Yexuan picked up a teacup, poured some tea, and then swung the filled teacup towards Wu Feihuan. Not a drop of water in the tea spilled.

Parked steadily in front of Wu Feihuan.

Wu Feihuan picked up the tea, took a sip, and then put it down: "Yes, you overestimated me. In order to collect Yun Mo's dream, my body was severely injured, and I could not open and reassemble Yun Mo's fragmented

Dream, but if you give me some time, I will be able to put her dream back together bit by bit."

"One point and one point?!" Beiming Yexuan felt that it was ironic when he heard this number. It was not just one point of time since Feng Yunmo left him.

"Little by little, it becomes unknown." Beiming Yexuan said with a frown.

Wu Feihuan said: "Yexuan, don't be too impatient about everything, even dreams. It's not that you will have dreams if you want to dream. Besides, Yun Mo's dream was crushed like powder by Long Mengshang. I want to get it from that pile

Putting together a complete dream from the powder is not a simple matter."

"Didn't you say that your body was severely injured and you couldn't forcibly reassemble Yun Mo's dream? Then if I help you and make your body's serious injuries intact, can you still forcibly reassemble Yun Mo's dream?" Beiming Yexuan's

ask.

Wu Feihuan frowned, feeling that Beiming Yexuan's words were quite mysterious, and asked, "What do you mean by this?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you something. I unexpectedly discovered a sword outside that is inhabited by thousands of demon souls. If you can absorb a piece of the sword soul, your injury should be almost healed.

Right." Beiming Yexuan said.
Chapter completed!