A Thousand Faces of Grace

Chapter 323 Murder 2
As the night darkened, the black and bewitching butterflies gradually disappeared in the night.

Lan Junque was trapped in a weird dream, which was so weird that it was very real.

He vaguely knew that it was his previous life, that is, the unremembered memory.

Forcibly using the soul-locking mirror, although it hurt the soul, it also brought back the memory of the previous life from the soul-locking mirror.

Perhaps, the soul-locking mirror has spirituality, and it has been with Weiyi for a long time, silently recording his life, or maybe, Weiyi was prepared to seal his memory in the soul-locking mirror with a secret method to prevent reincarnation Afterwards, lost memory.

And Lan Junque was stuck in this slightly sad, but deeply touched memory of his previous life, unable to wake up.

In the half-dream and half-awake state, it seemed that a strange black butterfly flew in from the window with an evil aura. At the same time, the maid who was guarding the side fell to the ground slowly and unconscious for some reason.

After all the black butterflies flew in, they gathered into a human form. His whole body was shrouded in thick black mist, except for a pair of dark eyes with a cold light, staring at Lan Junque.

In a coma, Lan Junque felt a strong dangerous breath, and the dragon soul on his body automatically awakened, emitting a faint halo, protecting his master.

Seeing this, Yang Jingfeng pulled a sarcastic smile on his lips, dismissing the dragon soul aura on Lan Junque's body.

With both hands, countless black Gu worms gushed out from his body, hovering around Lan Junque with bared teeth, waiting for Yang Jingfeng to give an order.

But in the brilliance of the Dragon Soul, Lan Junque was still sleeping peacefully, seemingly unaware of everything, but a doting smile appeared on his face.

"Jingfeng, don't be afraid, I'm here." Lan Junque said vaguely with a smile on his face after dreaming about something.

Yang Jingfeng's hand trembled suddenly, a gleam of clarity flashed in his eyes, and he was a little confused about his actions.

And the black mist entrenched on Lan Junque's body trembled unsteadily.

However, this clear light was gone in a flash, and was covered by thick black mist, and Yang Jingfeng's face showed a gloomy and cold look again.

"As long as Lan Junque dies, you can be reborn and become another Lan Junque." This thought kept echoing in his mind, urging him to act quickly.

But cold sweat slipped from his forehead again, dripping into the brilliance of the dragon soul, and with a snort, the beads of sweat evaporated.

But Yang Jingfeng didn't seem to notice it at all, he just sneered "hehe", and was about to give orders to Gu worms, but Lan Junque's expression suddenly became unstable, his forehead was sweating, his brows were furrowed, and he yelled anxiously : "Jingfeng run quickly..."

His hand was fixed in mid-air, and the black mist in his eyes dissipated for a moment and became thinner. Yang Jingfeng suddenly remembered something from his childhood.

Both of his parents had died since he was born. At that time, he was the master of four years old. He traveled thousands of miles to rush there on purpose. At the age of four, he was only less than three feet tall, but he stubbornly refused to let any follower help him. He insisted on using his small body to fight hard. Holding him in his arms, he was so tired that he was panting all the way, stopping to rest from time to time, but he never let go, and never gave his hand to others. He just gritted his teeth and brought him to the King's Mansion.

From then on, she cared and cared for him, and never let him suffer the slightest grievance. In the place of intrigue and intrigue, she protected him from growing up without any scheming.

At that time, he was just born, just a little baby, and he shouldn't have remembered these things, but for some reason, at this moment, this picture seems to be firmly rooted in his mind, with a deep memory.

(End of this chapter)