Old state

But Zhao Hui did not die, he is still alive until now.

So, whose blood was sucked by the formation that could never be stopped once it was activated, and could only be stopped after a blood sacrifice?

"Of course it's my blood." Zhao Hui smiled lightly.Even after going through so much, there is still childishness in his eyebrows and eyes.

Maybe it's his face, which is round and full of childishness.

Zhao Hui said flatly, "This is not my body."

He didn't look like this in the first place.

Now, the face in his memory has changed.

Zhao Hui did enter that formation, and it was true that he died in the formation, but he didn't end up with the end of extinction. It's just that his body was gone, and a piece of spirit was left behind.

Of course it hurts.

But his spirit was saved by someone.

That person has a familiar smell and appearance, and is the person he is most familiar with.

Feng Lian.

But Feng Lian didn't know, he saved himself, but hurt the one he loved.

Once the formation is opened, it can't be stopped. He didn't get enough sacrifices, so he can only go back to the person who set up the formation.

Feng Lian came in a hurry, he didn't know who set up the formation, nor did he know how powerful this formation was.

He just sensed the pain of being stripped of the consonant fan, so he came to look for Zhao Hui, only to find that Zhao Hui was experiencing life and death.

He saved him.

But there was only time to save the next ray of soul.

He has been busy for several years, looking everywhere for a way to save him.In order to keep Zhao Hui's ray of spirit, he exhausted all methods, even nourishing his soul with blood, and lost his tens of thousands of years of cultivation.

Zhao Hui was in a daze every day, he didn't know anything, didn't know, when he was rescued, Feng Lian's pupils turned blood red.

I don't know, from that time on, the Feng Lian he knew was no longer that Feng Lian, or in other words, the Feng Lian he knew had changed back to the original Feng Lian.

What's more, he didn't know that from now on, what he would bear was such a heavy sin.

Ten years later, he came back to life, and with that ray of spirit, he woke up in the body that Feng Lian had shaped for him.

However, this face is Zhiyan's face.

Putting it on a woman, it is innocent and cute, but putting it on him, it is childish no matter what.

childish.

He couldn't think of why Feng Lian would give him such a face?However, when he woke up, he never saw Feng Lian again.

In order to save people, Fengshen Fenglian sacrificed his blood to the wind gods of the world, reversed the world with the power of all the wind gods, traced Yin and Yang, and saved that person.

The one who was supposed to die.

In fact, the person he saved should have a face of beauty, otherwise why is it a face of beauty?Then why did he save him by mistake?

He wanted to know the truth, but the Heavenly Emperor sent divine punishment, and the gods besieged Feng Lian. He had no mana and could not save Feng Lian.

But how could he just watch Feng Lian die?

No matter who Feng Lian was trying to save, he was the one who survived in the end, wasn't he?

"So you caused that flood?" Yang Zigui asked him.

Zhao Hui nodded silently.

He was originally a descendant of the water god, even if his blood was impure, he could still command the flow of water in the world.

The flood that submerged the world saved Feng Lian and ruined the lives of thousands of people in the world.

But this flood was all blamed on Feng Lian.

In the end, Feng Lian lost his memory and mana, and was treated as a tool, a dog under Han Yan's seat.

Wherever you hit, your life is worthwhile.

It should have been his fault, shouldn't it?

So, save him, restore all his memories, all his mana, and return him to the glory of his old clothes and angry horses.

This is what he will do all his life.

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Yang Zigui: It's finally my part

Yang Caiqiong: Whether I will appear or not

Zhao Hui: Blame me

Feng Lian: Blame me