Sweet wedding kiss, Mr. Huo’s most cherished treasure

Hearing this, Lu Mian raised her eyebrows, opened her eyes, and looked down at Fuyue. Lu Mian felt a little confused, "Good morning tomorrow, I'll talk about it tomorrow. Why did you say you're doing it so early? Are you afraid that you'll get up late tomorrow?" ?”

Fuyue pursed her lips, then curved her lips and smiled softly, "Well, Lu Mian, good morning tomorrow."

"Okay." Lu Mian smiled helplessly, lowered his head and kissed Fu Yue's forehead, "Good morning tomorrow."

Lu Mian fell asleep quickly. His body really had not fully recovered. He was just holding on in front of Fuyue.

Late at night, Fuyue slowly stood up and glanced at Lu Mian, who was sleeping peacefully. Fuyue pursed her lips, and a trace of almost imperceptible hesitation passed through her heart.

Immediately, Fuyue stood up and quietly walked into the bathroom, finding the dagger that appeared out of thin air from the locker.

Fuyue sat on the floor, holding a dagger in both hands, her lips turned white, and her tense spirit could be seen in her dark eyes.

Fuyue pursed her lips, gritted her teeth, made up her mind, raised her arm, and inserted the dagger into her chest.

Severe pain followed. Fuyue frowned and pushed the dagger into his body.

If Lu Mian is a loophole in the illusion, then she should also be a loophole in the illusion. Therefore, as long as one of them disappears, the illusion will disappear.

The severe pain made Fuyue's eyes blurry. She lowered her hands weakly, still holding the dagger tightly in both hands.

Suddenly, a large amount of white fog appeared in front of Fuyue, gradually surrounding Fuyue, and the pain in his body gradually disappeared. Fuyue saw a figure appearing in the hazy fog. When the person approached, Fuyue could see his face clearly.

Huo Qingchen helped Fuyue, "Fuyue, you are very powerful."

Fuyue blinked and looked down at himself. The dagger in his heart was gone, and his body could no longer feel the pain.

Everything is like a big dream.

Fuyue pursed her lips and looked at Huo Qingchen, "Where is this?"

"The entrance to the spirit world." Huo Qingchen replied, "What you just had was the first level of illusion. The closer you get to the entrance to the spirit world, the more powerful the illusion will be. Fuyue, if you are afraid, it is not too late to turn back now."

Fuyue shook her head without any hesitation, "I don't want to look back, Lu Mian is still waiting for me."

Huo Qingchen was silent for a moment. He looked at Fuyue and said, "Fuyue, I'm sorry."

Fuyue didn't understand, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing." Huo Qingchen smiled and raised his hand to rub Fuyue's hair, "Who do you want to be after reincarnation?"

Although Fuyue was resurrected for a period of time with the help of Mu Lin's divine power, she was still a dead person and could not stay in the world forever.

No matter when, there will always be a day when we say goodbye.

Fuyue thought for a while and answered Huo Qingchen, "Can I not reincarnate? I don't want to come to this world anymore."

Although he was reluctant to let go of Lu Mian, Fu Yue deep down in his heart did not want to have any contact with this world anymore.

There is an unreasonable resistance in her heart. Fuyue can probably guess that the world was very bad to her in her life before she lost her memory.

Huo Qingchen paused, then smiled softly, "It's okay if you don't come, as long as you are happy."

Fuyue also smiled, her smile was beautiful.

"Fuyue, do you know who Yu Ci is?" Huo Qingchen asked suddenly.

Fuyue frowned and looked at Huo Qingchen, feeling a strong sense of discomfort in his heart.

how so? It was obviously fine just now.

Fuyue shook his head, "I don't know."

Huo Qingchen smiled, and the look he looked at Fuyue was almost cruel. He was completely different from the man who had just been Qingfeng Langyue.

Fuyue heard him speak slowly about Yu Ci in a low voice.

"Lu Mian met Yu Ci in Lisbon when he was twenty years old. He fell in love with him almost at first sight. Before that, I had never seen Lu Mian care so much for anyone. Fuyue, you can't even imagine it. Lu Mian's feelings for Yu Ci were so strong back then.

Yu Ci is a Portuguese-Chinese girl. When she and Lu Mian met, she was only sixteen years old, and she was already a well-known Chinese painter in Lisbon. Others said she was a talented painter.

But this talented painter committed suicide by slitting his wrists when he was nineteen years old. Fuyue, if she had not died, where do you think you would be now? "

Fuyue paused suddenly. She looked at Huo Qingchen, took two steps back, and her eyes fell on Huo Qingchen in horror.

"You are not Huo Qingchen!" Fu Yue raised her voice!

It's a fantasy!

The fantasy had started when she felt unwell just now.

Fuyue gritted her teeth. She stared at "Huo Qingchen" in front of her and asked in a hoarse voice, "What is the loophole in this illusion?"

"Huo Qingchen" who was fabricated by the illusion smiled, ignored Fu Yue's words, and continued, "Fu Yue, if Yu Ci hadn't died, how could you have met Lu Mian? Whether you accept it or not, , you have to face this reality.

How could Lu Mian forget the person he once loved so much? He was just plotted and temporarily lost his past memories. Fuyue, do you know why Lu Mian is attracted to you? He loves you. Even though he knows that he is being plotted by the Yang family, he still chooses not to resist and fantasizes about being able to accompany you after death. "

Fuyue said nothing, but her pale lips revealed her inner emotions.

Huo Qingchen, who was false in the illusion, saw Fu Yue's face and smiled, "That's because you look like Yu Ci, Fu Yue. How could Lu Mian completely forget the person he once loved so much? In his incomplete body In his mind, he regarded you as Yu Ci. If you didn't have a face similar to Yu Ci, Fuyue, you wouldn't be able to catch Lu Mian's eyes at all."

Fuyue's shoulders drooped, her head was lowered, and her body was shaking a little.

The image fabricated in the fantasy laughed loudly, as if mocking Fu Yue for his overestimation of his abilities.

After a while, Fuyue saw a beautiful girl appearing in front of her.

Like a movie lens, each fragment is presented in front of Fuyue.

She was wearing a long lavender dress with a lot of colorful paint on the skirt, probably from painting.

She was walking on the streets of Lisbon, holding a white beret in her hand, stopping and looking, always looking back.

Fuyue's eyes widened when he saw her face. This face was exactly the same as hers, even the small mole on the earlobe had not changed.

"Aci." A voice came from the environment. The girl turned around, and a tall woman came to the girl's side. "Aci, why are you dawdling?"

Yu Ci pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and pointed to a restaurant on the street with his beret, "There was a very beautiful boy sitting by the window eating just now. I looked at him for a while, and he was really beautiful. She's more beautiful than any model I've ever seen, sister, it would be great if he would be a model for me."

"What are you thinking about?" The tall woman smiled, "If I tell others like this, they will probably think that we are perverts."