Nirvana's wife is too black

Chapter 415 His Responsibility
"Mu Song!"

Feng Wu reacted, opened her mouth and spit out these two words as if she had lost something.

Eyes filled with fear, fear.

Looking at the face as transparent as white paper, scenes jumped into my eyes, and I gently held the already cold hand.

The blood on his wrist was dripping hot on Feng Wu's palm, it was hot and painful.

He is not dead yet.

As if realizing something, Feng Wu squinted his eyes to get rid of the mist in his eyes, and the crystal spiritual power jumped out from his fingers, healing the wound on his wrist little by little.

The lightly pursed thin lips were tightly closed, and at this moment, she even suppressed her breathing a bit.

Quickly mobilize the spiritual power in the dantian, and carefully preserve his body.

With his head resting on his still beating chest, the tears couldn't stop falling down.

The black robe was wet, and my heart throbbed, and I saw the pool of bright red blood in a trance, and my breath was suffocated.

Why are you so stupid?
Even if you want to wake her up, you can't hurt yourself.

Can't, can't.

At this moment, she only had these two words in her head, nestled in his arms, nurturing his still beating heart little by little.

For fear of him, he would accidentally leave her.

The two of them obviously have been together for more than 1000 years.

Two lives, three lives.

She did not allow this hard-won love to disappear suddenly.

More than 1000 years.

Nothing is more memorable to her than these two lives and three lives.

More than 1000 years ago, he was the proud son of the Bei family in the 21st century, and she was Feng Qingwu of the Feng family.

The two, like a reincarnation of fate, came together by accident and separated by accident. It was time to get engaged, but they were replaced by the Bei family.

Feng Wu had already forgotten the mood at that time.

People who love each other can't be together by accident. The ending of the 21st century is not happy.

She remembered that Bei Muge finally said, go find him.

She found it, but it didn't feel like him to her.

So, she met Bai Yu.

He said he was Bei Muge's previous life, and he said he would be with her.

She believed it, like a fool.

Because he can say a lot about everything about the 21st century.

Therefore, she couldn't help but not believe it.

It wasn't until the dagger dug out her heart alive that she suddenly woke up.

He is not him, he is Bai Yu, not Bei Muge.

In other words, Bai Yu is Bei Muyu.

Even after reincarnation, she would rather give him a chance, but he still hurt her.

All of this is deception.

In fact, maybe she has realized that the man with the same name and surname as the senior Mu Ge in her mind is the one she is looking for.

However, she ignored it.

Ignored the person who fell in love with her at first sight.

Ignored the person who was always by her side, silently caring and silently guarding her.

Beimu song.

Like his name, Twilight Dirge.

But now this person lost blood twice in a row because of her, the interval between them was less than an hour.

A trace of distress flashed in Feng Wu's eyes, seeing his face that gradually recovered a little bit of blood, her heart gradually relaxed.

He took out the manjusawa from the Qiankun ring, and hooked his thin lips: "Manjusawa, the flower of the other side."

"Remember."

It seemed to be whispering, and a trace of heavyness flashed across his eyes.

There are some things that she doesn't want him to think about, but the reincarnation of fate, does it mean that you just throw it away?

Sometimes, it is not so free and easy.

That's his responsibility, isn't it?
Feng Wu opened her lips, sighed, and the spiritual power of her fingertips gently crushed Manzhushahua, only to see that Manjushahua suddenly seemed to have spirituality, turning into a spring, slowly, slowly It flowed into Beimuge's mouth.

(End of this chapter)