Nirvana's wife is too black

Chapter 372 Memory Shackles (1)

The March spring breeze blows, making people's hearts tremble. Feng Wu sits under the willow tree in a daze. Next to the willow tree is a house with wooden boards, and the door creaks under the swaying wind.

The crackling of the wicker, there is a different rhythm, which makes people obsessed, but how can Feng Wu remember it at this moment?
It's been half a year, from the moment she woke up, Bai Yu said he was her master, but apart from being unfamiliar, she also had a particularly strong sense of disgust.

That kind of resentment from the depths of her soul made her eager to know what was the blank in her memory.

But the more she wanted to know, the more confused she became.

I was so confused that there was nothing else but the feeling deep in my heart.

Feng Wu sighed inaudibly, sitting under the willow tree with her chin resting on her lap, her eyes dazed.

"Little Wuer?"

A soft call failed to wake up the girl under the willow tree, Bai Yu couldn't help but sighed softly and called again: "Xiao Wu'er!"

There was some dissatisfaction in the voice, but the moment Feng Wu answered, all dissatisfaction disappeared.

Bai Yu smiled and leaned against the willow tree and sat down beside Feng Wu: "Where does Wu'er want to go?"

"I want to go to the Northern Continent."

The faint five words made Bai Yu's pupils shrink, and he refused without hesitation, "No."

You can go anywhere, and you can follow you wherever you go, except the North Continent, never!
Little Wuer, do you know?

He will never let you go back to the North Continent, touch everything you once had, and be so close to Beimuge.

will never.

"Oh." Feng Wu responded, got up and entered the cabin, leaving Bai Yu alone, sitting under the willow tree in a daze.

"Little Wu'er, you can go anywhere, but the North Continent..."

Hesitation and helplessness in the voice, as if whispering in the wind like a child.

That voice was full of a person's desire and fear for the future.

Inside the house, Feng Wu slowly closed a small gap in the window and sighed softly.

If he refused, she...wouldn't have gone?

Anyway, for the past six months, living in seclusion in the Eastern Continent is also very good, but I feel that something is missing.

It was a good night's dream. When Feng Wu woke up the next morning, she was awakened by the sound of thunder and rain. In Nuo Da's world, it seemed that there was nothing else except the roar of thunder and rain.

Ignoring the sound of thunder and rain, the place I was in was actually quiet.

Opening the window, the rain hit the cheeks along the gap, and the trembling eyelashes were long embedded in the eyes, with raindrops hanging.

A pair of almond eyes, with a hazy expression at the moment, standing in front of the window, has a different feeling.

"Why do you open the window so early in the morning? Are you afraid of catching a cold?" Bai Yu pushed the door open, with a displeased expression on her face, and her words were unconsciously more harsh.

As if Feng Wu had never heard of it, she was still standing in front of the window. The peonies embroidered on the white dress seemed to be swaying in the rain, so vivid, so beautiful.

"Floating light..."

As if Feng Wu was still immersed in her own world, she suddenly let out a soft drink, which shocked Bai Yu behind her, and saw that graceful figure jump out along the window.

Regardless of the rain getting wet on his dress, he practiced his sword in the rain.

In the past six months, she has never touched a sword, but today she suddenly wanted to practice swords in the rain for some reason, and even said what she just said unconsciously.

The graceful figure is like a butterfly in the rain, even though its wings are wet, it is trying to dance towards the world they yearn for.

The floating light is wetted by the rain, and it glows with a blue light under the rain, which is fascinating.

After a long time, Feng Wu stopped unconsciously, staring blankly at the floating light sword.

"Wu'er, you'll catch a cold when you practice swords in the rain, hurry back to the house and drink the ginger soup!"

"But I am..."

The rain drenched the clothes and skirts, and the mud under the feet dirty the clothes, and those two long-lasting exhortations lingered in my mind.

(End of this chapter)