"Neither can I!" Biteping his lower lip tightly, Wuyou took back his body again.
The light is getting darker and darker. Wuyou feels that his strength is about to be exhausted. In the battle between the two personalities, Wuyou personality still wins, and all the happy and beautiful memories are all in the storm's head.
But I left the bitterest memories.
"you..."
Yan, who was standing beside him, suddenly felt something embedded in his mind. His eyes suddenly became loose and his spirit was a little dazed.
Just now, with a bang, Wuyou fell to the ground. Her body twitched instinctively, and her eyes looked at Yan without blinking, as if that was their last glance.
Even though he fell to the ground in a mess, he could not hide the beauty of Wuyou's body. At this moment, Yan was staring at him stupidly, and the memory fragments that suddenly flashed through his mind made him instinctively stretch out his hand.
"Yan, you're back!"
Feeling that her body was tightly held in Yan's arms, Wuyou knew that her Yan was about to come back.
She was very happy, but when she thought of herself leaving again, a sad feeling arose from her heart again. She smiled sadly and buried her head in Yan's shoulders, quietly waiting for the ending of the two.
It was not until a long time later that Yan suddenly felt a little damp on his shoulders and realized that he was surprised and helped her shoulders suspiciously. Then he realized that Wuyou's eyes had already turned red and tears kept falling.
Down.
Wuyou instills those happy memories, so Yan never saw her tears in those memories. Even when they met in war on the battlefield, she did not cry. At this moment, Yan suddenly panicked.
"You---Don't cry!"
He hurriedly reached out to wipe the tears at the corner of Wuyou's eyes, and the cold liquid stretched out his hand made his heart even more desolate, and he was a little helpless.
"Who are you? Tell me, who are you?"
Wuyou's voice trembled a little, with an unconcealed fear, but his eyes were so shiny that it seemed like he was looking forward to something.
Without waiting for any answer, Wuyou's consciousness gradually became blurred. He seemed to feel someone pushing her shoulders vaguely. A nervous face swayed in front of her. Unfortunately, no matter how she reached out, she still couldn't touch it.
A face.
Despair, sorrow, fear, and the spirit of reluctance to love to torture Wuyou. She knew she was about to die.
Just as Wuyou was quietly enjoying the coming of death, a low shout awakened her.
"Waste, I can't stand the small test. It seems that you are no longer qualified to use this body again. If you can't let it go, I'll help you! I can't take action, I'll take action! From now on, you'll sleep quietly.
Bar!"
This was the last sentence Wuyou heard. It was not until this time that she knew what she was facing!
The test of the true God!
That's right, it's this worry-free breaking through the illusion and the test of joy and anger, but it cannot break through sorrow, fear and love.
Sorrow for your own situation, fear for your future without seeing, and addicted to love...
Opening her eyes again, Wuyou was still Wuyou, but she was no longer the same. Her violent personality completely invaded her, and all the remaining emotions were sealed in the depths of her heart.
Many years later, someone asked Wuyou, whether he made this choice or was controlled by another personality, he could do nothing. Wuyou smiled and told him that both of them were hers, and she could not pass the test at that time, but the other one
But she can.
"Let go!" As soon as he woke up, Wuyou stretched out his hand and pushed himself away from Yan's arms.
"You're awake!" Yan looked at Wuyou in surprise, just now he thought Wuyou was dead.
"Another test?"
Wuyou sneered, stood up from the ground, and stood firmly on the desk. Although the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss was very real and the inflammation in front of him was also very real, Wuyou knew that all this was fake because of the test
Not over yet.
"Test? What is that?" Wuyou's words made Yan a little puzzled.
"The blood has been given, but the divine nature is not to be imagined!" After leaving a cold word, Wuyou's hand touched Xiaoye's eggshell.
As if I felt Xiaoye's touch, the light on the eggshell became more and more dazzling.
He picked up the eggshell, Wuyou pursed his lips, smiled coldly, and walked out of the study without looking back.
Sure enough, everything changed again. This was a room. There was only a large bed in the room. On the bed was lying a woman, without any trace, and seemed to be in a deep sleep. The breeze blew, and the bed tent floated gently.
If there is something like a non-stop, you can also see the woman's jade-white ketone body.
Just as this was the door opened, a man in black walked in with big strides.
It's inflammation!
Looking at the phantom in the tent, Yan's eyes were deep, as usual, with a hint of emotion that was completely unseen.
Hearing the footsteps, the woman on the bed woke up quietly, subconsciously looking at the bed and shrank it tightly, tightly pulling the sheet and wrapping it on her body. Her starry eyes looked at the blurry outside the gauze tent with fear.
The figure.
He noticed the woman's movements and squatted for a while.
The woman glanced at him carefully and saw that he had no movement, so she walked calmly towards the door, but when she missed him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
With a sudden movement, the woman paused and tripped by the sheet dragged on the ground. Her feet were empty and she almost fell forward. Fortunately, a big hand quickly supported her back, and turned around and accompanied by
He also brought her up.
"Where are you going?" Yan's voice was cold, with a slight sarcastic tone.
That's right, the woman is Wuyou, and she doesn't know why she appears here. Is it really a test?
"Why don't you speak?" Yan frowned and said in a deep voice when he saw Wuyou.
He looked down at the hand that was buckled on his wrist and sighed softly.
"Let go!" she said, her voice low and weak, with a slight sigh.
Yan thought he had heard it wrong and said coldly: "What did you say?"
"I'll let you go!" Wuyou repeated, this time her voice was much clearer, and she slowly raised her eyes and looked at his eyes and repeated again, "Mu Yan, didn't you hear me when I told you to let you go?"
Wuyou clearly remembered what happened here and now, it was her nightmare.
That year, she was injured on the battlefield and brought back to the divine realm by him. It was also the next year that she had Xiaoye, a secret that she had buried in her heart for many years.
Although they really fell in love with each other later, she still didn't want to and dared to touch that memory.
"Ha--Yun Jin, I am just a slut, so I will take out my heart so that you can ruin it. They all say that Mo Yu you like, I know, but I know that Mo Yu doesn't like you, I think I'm the one who I think
I can treat you better than him, but why can't you see me!" Yan was young and energetic at that time, and as the God King, he could almost easily get something, but Wuyou was an exception. He said such words
It's also a momentary impulse.
With the same dialogue and the same tone, Wuyou could almost guess what would happen next.
No! You can't let this happen again!
She felt guilty about Xiaoye Wuyou, so she didn't want to give him up after she died. If she could, she wanted to change history.
"Mu Yan, let me go. Thank you for saving me, but you are the God King, and I am the witch." He raised his head slightly and looked at Yan calmly. Wuyou said and suddenly laughed out of control.
If she were the weak, she would definitely not have made such a choice, but now she has changed, so she no longer needs to live carefully, she must control her own destiny.
Hearing this, Yan's brows frowned even tighter. Wuyou felt soft-hearted for a moment, but was quickly suppressed. The phoenix eyes stormed, and suddenly shook Yan's hand and took several steps back to the distance.
Looking at him from afar, he said coldly, "We have no future!"
Wuyou's eyes were filled with a resolute and cold hatred when she said this. The big reason why she and Yan got to this point today is because of each other's love. So now she has nipped this love in the bud.
Then there will be no suffering in a flash.
This is not the first time Wuyou is so resistant to inflammation. She thought the inflammation would be released, but unfortunately some history cannot be changed after all.
Perhaps Wuyou's movement was too intense, and a nameless anger suddenly rose in Yan's heart, and his eyes became deeper. He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist again.
This time he used a lot of effort, and Wuyou's brain buzzed, and he felt like his wrist was about to be crushed by him.
"What is the God King doing?" She gritted her teeth and looked up at him angrily, trying to drive her away with a sneer at the corner of her mouth.
But this look once again touched Yan's inner anger. He also responded fiercely with the same fierce look, and warned her word by word, "Even if it's wrong, I won't let it go. I'll save your life.
Yes, so you are mine. I don’t allow you to talk to me in such a disdainful tone, I don’t allow it!”
Hearing this sentence, Wuyou's eyes loosened a little, but when he remembered that he was in the test now, he still said heartbrokenly: "No? Who are you mine?"
The last sentence hurt Yan's heart mercilessly again. While saying this, the sharp pain stinged into the heart and Wuyou suddenly felt calm.
She raised her head and looked at Yan's eyes and said in a low voice, "I'm not your subordinate, what's the use of not letting me go. Let this happen before!"
Yan's eyes darkened even deeper, and the two of them looked at each other but did not let go.
Wuyou didn't want him to waste it, so he tried to break his fingers with his hands. Because she resisted too fiercely, Yan was annoyed again. He couldn't help but break up and suddenly picked her up and picked her up and walked to the bed.
.
"Let me go!"
Wuyou screamed in panic, and Yan was stunned again when she rose and fell into his arms.