Nirvana's wife is too black

Chapter 361 We are going to fall

"I naturally dare not refuse to give Fuxihuang face." Feng Wu shook her head with a smile, and looked at Si Yi with pity in her eyes.

No IQ.

Mindless.

The brain lacks a muscle.

Feng Wu glanced at her, and thought of these three words in the blink of an eye.

Looking at Fuxi, he smiled and said, "Emperor Fuxi came here because of Beimuge, right?"

Her soft words, like fingers plucking on the strings, gently brushed the hearts of everyone in front of her.

But with an indescribable deterrent force.

The heavy rain was still there, except for the thunder, there was silence. Fuxi looked at her, opened his mouth, and sighed for a long time: "You should know what a witch clan without a holy son means to us..."

"Like I just said, it's none of my business?!"

A particularly vulgar sentence made Fu Xi speechless.

Feng Wu smiled silently.

Stepping on the mid-air, he took a few steps lightly, looked at the woman on Fuxi's side, and said, "Your descendants are still alive."

"What did you say?"

The woman was startled, and the figure of a girl flashed across her mind.

The girl was seventeen or eighteen years old, just at the age of youth.

A pair of eyebrows, but exceptionally clear.

The woman suddenly raised her head and looked at Feng Wu as if waiting for her answer, her delicate eyes were filled with tears at this moment.

Those eyes covered with tears were really heart-wrenching.

At this moment, the woman seemed to be immersed in self-blame.

"Don't cry." Fuxi sighed, stretched out his arms to embrace her, and comforted her: "I said a long time ago that my daughter will be fine."

"The love between husband and wife is deep..." Feng Wu shook her head, quite calm about everything in front of her.

The woman next to Fuxi is Nuwa, and behind them are two old men with white beard and hair.

Feng Wu recognized that they were the elders of the Wu clan.

That myth that circulated in the 21st century.

Well, more than half of them are made up by these people.

Feng Wu glanced at the crowd, let out a sigh, turned and left.

Suddenly he stopped when everyone was a few steps away, and said without turning his head: "If you are here to persuade me to let Mu Ge leave me, then please don't talk about it, if you want me to persuade Mu Ge to return to Wu If you are from the family, then I advise you to give up, unless you can make him forget me."

Feng Wu doesn't call herself concubine now.

Her words fluttered into everyone's ears, causing Si Yi, who was lying on the ground, to look resentful, looking at her back with the intention of gnashing her teeth.

But these words made Fuxi and Nuwa startled.

Let Bei Muge forget her?
Fuxi glanced at Nuwa, with approval in his eyes.

As everyone knows, Feng Wu has a triumphant smile.

Mu Ge, only amnesia can make you think of her thoroughly.

She no longer wants to bear the memories that Bei Muge doesn't have by herself.

Happiness, sadness, pain, happiness, we are all together, okay?
Feng Wu thought in her heart, her smile deepened.

Standing in place for a long time, waiting for the rain to stop and the people behind him to disappear, Feng Wu slowly left.

Heading towards the North House.

Thank you, Muge.

Whether you were in the previous life or you in this life, you are all you, and she is still her.

People are gone, but the wind flowing in the air quietly conveys such a voice.

seabed.

Mu Ge smiled and whispered: "This kind of dancer is the most magnificent dancer."

"The Holy Son is really well-intentioned." A deep voice spoke, and then a slender voice also said: "I just don't know if the spiritual girl really understands, or doesn't understand..."

"She will understand, am I not complete in this life?"

(End of this chapter)