It's too hard to chase after the demon concubine

Chapter 1271 Who's Voice
In the room, Bei Mingfeng was looking down at his slightly raised sleeves, frowning slightly.

What is that?

Staring at it for a moment, Bei Mingfeng saw that it was a purse, a purse with a somewhat strange appearance.

There was a trace of doubt in my heart, how could he carry such a thing on him?

Bei Mingfeng thought for a long time, but he still couldn't find the answer. He didn't have the slightest impression of this purse in his memory, and he couldn't remember the origin of this purse.

Bei Mingfeng frowned subconsciously, and reached into his sleeve to hold the purse, only to realize that the purse was actually sewn onto his clothes!
Holding the purse in his palm, he could clearly feel the hard object in the purse, Bei Mingfeng frowned slightly, and his eyes were seductive and deep like cold pools.

Who did the purse sewed on his sleeve?To think of such a...

Bei Mingfeng pursed his lips, glanced at the crooked needlework on the sleeve, and suddenly grasped the purse with his fingertips, the needle and thread broke instantly, and the purse was taken off.

With a flick of his hand, he instinctively wanted to throw it away, but he suddenly held it tightly in the palm of his hand the moment the purse came out of his hand.

Bei Mingfeng frowned slightly as he looked at his hands that were frozen in mid-air. At that moment, there seemed to be a voice in his mind to stop him from doing that. Why?
When I woke up today, a lot of things seemed to be weird, but I didn't know the root cause.

Finally, she withdrew her hand and looked down at the small purse in her palm, meticulously and seriously.

The high-quality fabric and silk thread, but the stitching method is...unique and unparalleled, and the pattern embroidered on it can't tell what kind of animal it is. On the handwriting, it has not been removed for a long time.

wind...beauty...

Why did I feel an unspeakable strange feeling in my heart when I read these words silently?There is a feeling of déjà vu in a trance... But I can't remember when and where I heard such words?
When I think about it again, I feel a dull pain in my head, and even a bit of pain in my heart.

Bei Mingfeng reached out and rubbed the center of his brows, opened the purse, and took out the little wooden penguin in the purse. When he saw the wood carving, Bei Mingfeng concluded almost instantly that the wood carving and the purse came from the same Even with human hands, the embroidery on that purse is extremely poor, and the words embroidered on it are crooked, but this wood carving is lifelike and exquisite, and the words on it are even more chic and wanton like flowing water.

There is clearly a huge difference between the two, but they firmly believe that it was done by one person. Bei Mingfeng himself is a little puzzled. Where does this subconscious certainty come from?

"Wind... beauty..."

Looking at the same 'name' engraved on the purse and the woodcarving in two completely different handwritings, Bei Mingfeng couldn't help but whisper, and at that moment, it seemed that a voice sounded in the depths of his mind across eternity, and the lingering sound curled up and lingered. Do not go.

Bei Mingfeng subconsciously wanted to catch that voice, and wanted to hear whose voice it was, but it was like a snowflake lightly falling on the fingertips, before it could be touched, it turned into a touch of moisture, and the weathered fingertip.

Bei Mingfeng closed his eyes, and whispered again. At that moment, the voice sounded again, but it seemed to come from a distant sky, real but ethereal, as if it was close at hand but ungraspable.

This repeated for a long time, until a severe headache hit, Bei Mingfeng opened his eyes, but slowly stretched out his hand to cover the position of his heart, wondering, what is that strong hollow feeling?
My heart seems to be missing something very important, empty and uncomfortable...

(End of this chapter)