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Dongfang Realm originally thought that his days would only repeat for a day until they died.

For such a result, he had no joy or sorrow, and no regrets of losing or regret.

Just wait quietly, waiting for that day to arrive.

He thought that if he wanted to see her, he could only rely on memories.

He never thought that one day, she would go through a thousand hardships, meet him in this way, and then, destroy him.

But he learned so late, so late.

His hand holding the marmoset Zhu Menghua was trembling.

His eyes were dry and painful.

He thought he had experienced all the ups and downs, sorrows and joys, and nothing in his life could move him.

He thought that he would be more calm and self-sustainable, more rational and calm without his emotions.

But at this moment, the heart seemed to be exploding.

The sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be exploding.

He was as painful as thousands of arrows piercing his heart, as if countless ants were gnawing on his sea of ​​consciousness.

But in the end, he just walked out of his sea of ​​consciousness and returned to peace.

Being stripped of seven emotions and six desires makes him feel anxious, and his mind can still calmly think about what method to use to remedy it next.

He once again set his eyes on the marvelous pearl Menghua and had the idea of ​​closing the marvelous pearl Menghua corridor.

In this way she can no longer appear in this way.

However, once the channel is closed, with his ability, he will never be able to open again in his life.

The spiritual energy in the marquis dream of the flowers will disappear soon, and by then, her sea of ​​consciousness will be damaged so much.

Without spiritual energy nourishment, how should she recover?

What is her body like at this moment?

Are you covered in scars?

Is the spiritual sense severely damaged?

Are you unconscious?

Is there anyone around her taking care of her?

Has anyone noticed her condition?

...

The marquis bead dream in front of me is becoming more and more blurry and more difficult to see.

What's going on?

After realizing it, Dongfang Realm raised his hand and slowly touched his eyes.

Tears fell with his fingers and fell into his palm.

It was his tears that blurred his vision, making him unable to see everything in front of him.

It turns out that it's tears.

He stared at the tears slowly condensed into ice in his palms.

I thought blankly, why did he have tears?

Yan Fei's consciousness once again appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness in the Eastern Realm, and it has been a long time since.

The Eastern Realm can no longer enter the world of the marquis Pearl Dream Hua.

He had thought of countless ways, but he still couldn't get into it.

He couldn't even try to see what her body was like now.

He longed to see her spiritual consciousness again, because it meant that she was still alive.

But I was also afraid, extremely afraid of seeing her spiritual sense.

Because once her spiritual consciousness appears, it means that she is splitting herself again. Every time the spiritual consciousness that appears in front of him is not known to have done it after she splits the number of spiritual consciousnesses.

In such a contradictory mood, he waited for Yan Fei's spiritual consciousness.

Almost her spiritual consciousness had just entered her sea of ​​consciousness.

The Eastern Realm immediately raised a barrier, wrapped this strand of spiritual consciousness belonging to Yan Fei, and made her appear in her original form.

These spiritual consciousness slowly turned into a human form and fell to the ground within the barrier of his sea of ​​consciousness.

With just one glance, his eyes were filled with tears again.

Yan Fei was covered in blood, Yan Fei was covered in scars.

The places where the wind straits are not bloody and flesh, but thin black wounds as silk threads.

Such wounds will corrode the spiritual consciousness bit by bit, just like cutting flesh with a blunt knife.

He had experienced it, and he knew the pain of the strong wind falling on his body.

At this moment, her body was covered with wounds cut by the wind.

There are countless places, bloody and fuzzy.

No, her whole body is covered in blood.

Blood slowly leaked out from her body, and large patches of red filled his eyes.

She was just a wisp of spiritual consciousness, and she had already become so injured. Her body, her body, was even more serious.

He didn't even dare to think about the scene.

He wrapped her with his spiritual energy and repaired the wounds on her body.

Every time Yan Fei's spiritual sense leaves the marvelous pearl Menghua, it is equivalent to a complete cut with her and cannot give back to her what happened after leaving the marvelous pearl Menghua.

Therefore, I don’t know whether this strand of consciousness has recognized her a few times before or this time.

However, what does it matter if you recognize it or not?

She chuckled, looked up at him and said, "The spiritual energy cannot be repaired with such a strong wind. Are you trying to reassure yourself?"

Dongfang Jing lowered his eyes, met her sarcastic smile, and asked calmly: "How can you stop releasing your spiritual consciousness?"

Yan Fei is too tired. Anyway, she is locked in this barrier now, so she can't do what she wants to do.

Just lay down carelessly, close your eyes and rest.

But Dongfang Realm insisted on asking again: "How can you stop releasing your spiritual consciousness?"

His voice was so calm.

So rational.

There is no emotion in it.

But she still heard the subtle tension in his voice.

Is he feeling sorry for her?

Yes.

Yan Fei opened his eyes and stared at his face.

His face in the sea of ​​consciousness was as young and handsome as before.

He probably didn't want to show him his old look of old age.

Just like, she didn't want him to see her in such a miserable appearance at this moment.

Not afraid of embarrassment.

But, I was afraid that he would feel distressed.

"After I die, I will not release my spiritual sense again." She looked at his beautiful amber eyes filled with her.

The voice is gentle, soft, with a slight smile.

She stared at him, her eyes full of him.

"If you can't see my spiritual sense appear again, then I should be dead."

Her voice is like the spring breeze in April, like the sudden sun in June, like the peach blossoms in the trees.

Warm and soft and soft, lingering and affectionate.

Her eyes were so bright and so passionate.

She looked at him, and he was the only one in her eyes.

If you can never see my spiritual consciousness appear again, then I should be dead.

What she said is so light and clever.

It's like a whispering and murmuring love words from a lover.

But this sentence fell into his heart, which made him instantly realize what it means to have a broken heart and soul.

His fingers curled up in his sleeves and trembled, and he moved his lips.

Stubbornly and firmly continued to ask her: "How can you not let go of your spiritual consciousness?"

Yan Fei smiled softly.

Her laughter was so soft and sweet, as if she had stolen sweet dancao when she was a child, and then stuffed a piece into her mouth, bent her eyebrows and eyes, and smiled sweetly at him.

But Mingming, she was covered in scars.
To be continued...