After Feng Wuchen fell into coma, his consciousness sank into a familiar space again.
Surrounded by mountains and rivers, it feels like a fairy or a painting...
A woman in a white dress, who is charming all over the country, holds a white flower in her hand and slowly approaches.
Compared with the hazy picture before, this time, the woman's face gradually became clearer, her red lips were slightly opened, and she made an extremely clear voice: "Feng Wuchen... Why don't you come back? Why did you betray me..."
"..."
At a certain moment, Feng Wuchen suddenly opened his eyes, and regardless of the pain in his body, he stood up suddenly, breathing heavily.
"call……"
As he exhaled, he realized that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
"It's her...it's her...she...who is she?"
The reason why Feng Wuchen was so excited was not because of any other reason, but because the Fuyao Saint... was exactly the same as the woman who had appeared several times in his dreams, and after meeting her, his memory became more and more vivid.
of clarity.
All this seems to be getting even weirder!
"Saint Fuyao..."
He was once a disciple of Fuyao Palace. How could he not even recognize the saint of Fuyao Palace?
However, there is indeed no information about this girl or the Saint of Fuyao Palace in his mind. This is too strange!
"you're awake?"
At this time, Chunyangzi's voice came from somewhere.
Feng Wuchen finally came back to his senses. Looking around, he saw that he was in an antique room. Chunyangzi and Ao Xin were walking in from the door carrying decoctions.
Feng Wuchen looked at each other and said nothing, still breathing heavily.
Seeing the strangeness of the young man, Chunyangzi placed the decoction on the table, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Feng Wuchen shook his head: "No problem..."
At this time, listen again
With a creak, the door was pushed open, and two women came in, none other than sisters Lin Zhiqing.
"Miss Lin!"
"Mr. Chen, are you awake?" Lin Zhiqing smiled gently. Her beautiful face and a little cinnabar mole between her eyebrows were enough to make countless men fall in love with her.
It's just that Feng Wuchen wasn't interested in the beauty in front of him at the moment. His mind was filled with the shadow of the Fuyao Saint.
"Mr. Chen, do you have any history with the Fuyao Saint?" Lin Zhiqing suddenly asked.
Feng Wuchen's eyes trembled slightly, but he didn't know why Lin Zhiqing asked such a question, so he raised his head and frowned: "Why did Miss Lin say this?"
Lin Zhiqing stared at Feng Wuchen with a pair of beautiful eyes, and replied: "When you first met Saint Fuyao in that square, you couldn't control your feelings, and Saint Fuyao seemed to treat you... differently.
It’s hard not to think about it…”
Hearing this, Feng Wuchen's thoughts were racing in his mind. He couldn't even explain what kind of entanglement he had with the Fuyao Saint. He didn't even know whether he was an enemy or a friend, whether he was a friend or a grudge. If it was exposed in this way, it wouldn't be possible.
It seems like a wise move.
So he thought over and over again and made an excuse at random: "I'm sorry to say that, Saint Fuyao looks like a fairy, but I lost my composure when I saw her... It's really a bit offensive..."
Lin Zhiqing opened her big and wise eyes, and her pupils were full of suspicion: "But I remember... When Mr. Chen saw me, not only did he not lose his composure, but he didn't even bother to look at me. Compared with the Fuyao Saint, I
, is it really that much different?"
Feng Wuchen was speechless for a moment, and naturally he would not answer such a question. Then he shook his head bitterly: "Miss Lin... don't amuse yourself anymore!"
Lin Zhiqing was reluctant: "I'm not entertaining you. As far as I know, Fuyao Saint Chi Yao comes from a famous family and is also very talented. Logically speaking,
, she should have left Fuyao Palace long ago, returned to her family, and made contributions, but she stayed in Fuyao Palace and volunteered to take up the position of saint, but it is also unpredictable! According to outside rumors, she seems to be for someone...
"
While talking, Lin Zhiqing did not forget to look at Feng Wuchen's expression, trying to find any clues.
However, to her disappointment, Feng Wuchen remained calm throughout the whole process, not even showing any emotion.
After listening, he showed a smile calmly: "I didn't expect Miss Lin to be interested in these rumors..." But soon, he changed the topic and looked at Lin Zhiyu: "What do you say? Fuyao
Can Gong do anything about your sister's situation?"
When Lin Zhiyu was mentioned, Lin Zhiqing was immediately taken over and sighed: "When you were in coma, I had already met with the owner of Fuyao Palace - the Red Sleeve King. She didn't say that it was impossible to cure, but she just said that there was little hope.
I can only try my best!"
Feng Wuchen nodded secretly. The master of Fuyao Palace, Chu Hongxiu, was a junior of his master Meng Guyan. This person had also helped a lot when he treated him in the past.
It's just that a good woman can't make a meal without rice. Even though Chu Hongxiu knew how to treat Jiu Mei Jue Xin, without the blood of Qilin, he could only stare blankly.
Before Feng Wuchen could reply, Lin Zhiqing suddenly said: "Oh... I was busy chatting with the young master, but I forgot the serious business of coming here this time!"
"What's the business?"
"Senior Saintess wants to see you!"
"..."
Under the leadership of Lin Zhiqing, Feng Wuchen arrived at a side hall on the mountain behind Fuyao Palace after a while.
I saw that the side hall here is in the mountains. There are all kinds of exotic flowers and plants in front of the hall. On one side of the main hall, there is a seven-color pool, and there is seven-color water lying down the mountain.
After arriving here, Feng Wuchen couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart.
Because the layout here is actually similar to the one in his dream.
The clothes are very similar!
"Senior Saint! Mr. Chen is here!"
After receiving Lin Zhiqing's notification, the closed palace door suddenly opened.
The voice of Saint Chi Yao came from inside: "Thank you for letting him in!"
Lin Zhiqing stepped aside knowingly and winked at Feng Wuchen: "Go in!"
"..."
Feng Wuchen stepped into the palace with anxiety and excitement.
In the main hall, the furnishings were a little simple and not as jewel-like as he imagined. At the end of the main hall, there was a desk with two cups of tea. Chi Yao was sitting on one side, blinking.
Staring at the white-haired young man without blinking.
Feng Wuchen kept adjusting his breathing, but intentionally or unintentionally avoided looking at the other person's face.
Every time he dreamed of this girl, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, and burst into tears. He was afraid that he would lose his composure at this moment and be caught in something.
Walking to the desk, Feng Wuchen bowed slightly.
"Chen Wufeng! I've seen Saint Fuyao!"
"sit!"
Feng Wuchen didn't hesitate and followed the other party's wishes and sat down.
"Why don't you look at me?"
In front of the Fuyao Saint, the mighty Heavenly King, Feng Wuchen remained calm and said calmly: "The Saint has a distinguished status! I dare not offend you..."
"Is this really so? But I didn't detect any awe from you! You are not afraid of me, but why don't you dare to look at me?"
Feng Wuchen: "..."
"Keep your head up!"
As he spoke, Chi Yao used some of his cultivation skills to force Feng Wuchen to hold his head high.
The moment he met this woman's eyes, a feeling of sadness suddenly surged into his heart.
Chapter completed!