Cloud painting

Chapter 500 The Last Truth 4
"Huh?" His tone changed suddenly, his eyes suddenly became cold, his white and slender hand that held the power of life and death flicked again, and Feng Yunhua hit the ground, almost crying in pain.

The surrounding scene changed suddenly, Feng Yunhua opened his eyes vaguely, but saw a woman in white who looked very much like Xuan Ye, and then passed out again.

"What a poor child." Her hand caressed Feng Yunhua's hair lovingly.

When Feng Yunhua woke up, she was in an empty four-dimensional space.

"Who are you?" Feng Yunhua looked vigilantly at the woman in white in front of her. Her mind was still flashing with the cruel things Xuan Ye had done to her just now, and her heart couldn't help but throbbing.

"Do you want to know everything?" The woman in white smiled faintly, looking at Feng Yunhua's expression with a touch of love.

"Did you know?" Feng Yunhua looked at her suspiciously.

"Of course I know. The key is whether you want to know. Do you want to know another soul called Wuyan in your body, do you want to know why the man you love so much treats you coldly, do you want to know about me, you, and Who is the person you love so much?"

"I……"

"You don't need to answer me now." The woman smiled faintly, "Let me tell you first, Hei Qiang is dead."

Feng Yun's face froze, "Did you kill it?" Seeing that this woman is as pure as a fairy, she shouldn't kill anyone.

"No, Xiao Qiang committed suicide." The woman in white still kept a faint smile.

Feng Yunhua was silent for a long time. For some reason, she didn't feel anything about it.

"Now I ask you, do you want to know all this?"

"Of course I do." Feng Yunhua blurted out without hesitation, she really didn't like the feeling of being bullied.

"Very good." The woman in white smiled faintly, "In that case, you can come with me." Her immaculate white hand reached out to Feng Yunhua.

Feng Yunhua glanced at her suspiciously, and then stretched out her hand, which was also as white as jade.

Suddenly, the scene changed again.

Feng Yunhua and the woman in white came to an empty hall, where there was holy light everywhere, the floor was paved with white jade, the walls were made of crystal, and the tall jade steps above were flanked by two pillars that were not too high or too short , above the pillar is burning white fire, which is endless and eternal.

"Here, above the main hall of the Wu clan, it is called the Changsheng Temple."

The woman in white looked up, with a hint of sadness, memory, and nostalgia in her eyes.

Feng Yunhua pursed her lips and remained silent.

"My name is Wuchen, and I am the eldest lady of the second generation of Homeless. My parents are the ancestors who created this world. They are called Wuren and Wuyu."

Hearing this, Feng Yunhua's eyes widened, and she couldn't help taking a breath. Because the name Wuyu was so special, it left a deep impression on her mind!That's what she saw in the ancient scrolls of the ancient Mojia, a pair of men and women who created human civilization in this world. She still remembers that the next generation born of Wuren and Wuyu is the god fetus of the sun and the moon. Dust free!
"So, you have an older brother named Wushang?" Feng Yunhua asked curiously with widened eyes.

Speaking of Wushang, Wuchen's eyes suddenly flashed with deep sadness, and a few tears overflowed from his eyes. Such sadness could not help but infect Feng Yunhua.

(End of this chapter)