Fantasy: Who said villains must follow the script?

Under Jiang Feng's urging, the red ribbon kept getting longer.

He recalled Yao Xue's appearance in his mind, and then a beautiful figure in the void gradually became solid, this is Yao Xue's soul that was swallowed!

Originally, Yao Xue's soul would dissipate directly, but Jiang Feng forced her back!
He is changing his fate against the sky!

After Yao Xue's soul gradually solidified, she finally slowly opened her beautiful eyes, but she didn't seem to know what was happening now.

Like an overwhelmed little girl.

The moment she saw Jiang Feng, she suddenly smiled happily.

"Uncle Jiang Feng!"

Jiang Feng seemed to hear Yao Xue calling him that, and then rushed towards him.

But when approaching Jiang Feng, Yao Xue passed through Jiang Feng's body.

"Ah?"

Yao Xue turned her head and stared blankly at Jiang Feng, her aura-filled eyes were full of tears of grievance.

Now she should have recovered her memory about Jiang Feng...

Fortunately, what dominates Jiang Feng's consciousness at this time is still the memory before reincarnation.

"Xiaoxue, you are in the state of a soul now, let's live in this fairy artifact first," Jiang Feng also knew that Yao Xue might have recovered his memory.

He looked at Yao Xue softly, and said, "Sooner or later, I will help you recover your body."

Yao Xue glanced at the red ribbon in Jiang Feng's hand, thought for a while and then nodded, she was content to stay by Jiang Feng's side.

Before getting into the red ribbon, though.

Yao Xue floated in front of Jiang Feng, with a delicate and flawless face, with a pure and flawless smile, and then held Jiang Feng's face with her slender hands.

"Xiaoxue, you..."

Before Jiang Feng finished speaking, the girl kissed him.

……

the other side.

Under Jiang Feng's protection, An Xiaoyu was completely unharmed by the demon god's outbreak.

And after she was touched by Jiang Feng, she actually vaguely remembered something!
I seem to be called Uncle Jiang Feng?

An Xiaoyu's memory gradually became clearer. She recalled that when her parents were still alive, a Taoist priest named Jiang Feng was very kind to her.

……

"Xiao Yu, do you want to eat candied haws?"

"Uncle Taoist, what is candied haws?"

"Then I'll take you to eat!"

……

"Uncle Taoist, candied haws are delicious!"

"If Xiaoyu likes it, I can buy it for you every day!"

"But Mom and Dad don't let me stay with Uncle Taoist... They said that Uncle Taoist is not a good person and let me play with Sister Ziyue."

"Ahem! I'm really not a bad person!"

……

"Woooooo~ Uncle Taoist priest, Mom and Dad are gone!"

"Xiaoyu, good boy, they just went to a far away place, I will always be with you during this time."

"Then we'll be together forever, shall we?"

"Okay, I promise you."

……

The memory in her mind became clearer and clearer, An Xiaoyu's small body trembled constantly, and the Ziyue Sword in her hand fell to the ground unknowingly.

It turned out that it wasn't Sister Ziyue that she had always liked...

It's Jiang Feng!
The memories that originally belonged to Ji Ziyue all turned into Jiang Feng's figure.

Tears flowed down An Xiaoyu's face one after another. She was injured in the battle and almost fell from the sky.

"Uncle Taoist, you lied to me..."

An Xiaoyu braced her injured body, looked at Jiang Feng's direction with tears in her eyes, and happened to see the scene where Yao Xue kissed Jiang Feng.

Who is this woman—?
Fortunately, An Xiaoyu's sanity was still there, and she knew that Yao Xue should be in the state of a soul, otherwise she was not sure what she would do.

……

After Yao Xue kissed Jiang Feng, it was like a superficial touch of water without leaving any traces.

As a soul, no matter how powerful she is, she still cannot touch the real things. Everything is just an action formed by her longing for Jiang Feng.

"Will we meet again?"

On the girl's face, there was a smile that wept with joy.

Jiang Feng nodded heavily, and said: "As long as I, Jiang Feng, are still alive, sooner or later, I will help you recover your physical body, I promise!"

"Well, I'll wait for you."

After Yao Xue looked at Jiang Feng affectionately, she finally stopped hesitating and entered into the ribbon with the attitude of a soul.

And at this time, Jiang Feng's backhand was at its last moment.

"Xiaoyu..."

Jiang Feng turned around and saw An Xiaoyu who was pear blossoms and raining.

"Uncle Taoist priest!"

Regardless of the relationship between Jiang Feng and that woman, Jiang Feng is the only one in An Xiaoyu's heart now, and she quickly threw herself into Jiang Feng's arms.

Among them, there is both the joy of reunion and the complaints about Jiang Feng.

"I'll go, take it easy!"

Jiang Feng was almost sent away by An Xiaoyu's super head hammer!

However, the current him is still dominated by the personality of his previous life, so he is not so strict with An Xiaoyu, just like he is with his own daughter.

"Uncle Taoist, Xiaoyu misses you so much!"

"Xiao Yu, you have grown up too."

Jiang Feng was telling the truth. He grew up from seven or eight years old to ten years old.

As everyone knows, An Xiaoyu likes to be told that she has grown up.

Her original dream was to marry Jiang Feng when she grew up, and now she was very happy to hear Jiang Feng say that.

"That... can I be the bride of Uncle Taoist?"

An Xiaoyu raised her head, her big bright eyes looked expectantly at Jiang Feng in front of her.

"Ah this..."

Jiang Feng looked at An Xiaoyu, this is too much punishment, right?
Think about this.

Jiang Feng resolutely pushed An Xiaoyu away, then squatted down slightly, and said to her seriously: "Xiaoyu, things like feelings are not a joke!"

"Think about it, I have so many confidante, can you accept it?"

At this time, An Xiaoyu's small head was full of thoughts of being with Jiang Feng, so she nodded without hesitation, "I can accept it!"

Jiang Feng wanted to say something more, but suddenly felt weak all over, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

not good……

"Uncle Taoist, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't scare me!"

"Xiaoyu..."

Jiang Feng's hands and feet gradually became numb, and then he fell down when his eyes went dark.

An Xiaoyu hurriedly supported Jiang Feng, looking very anxious at the familiar face in front of her. Fortunately, she knew some medical skills and knew that Jiang Feng was fine.

"Uncle Taoist priest, I will take you back to the sect."

In An Xiaoyu's consciousness, a huge flying boat was approaching, and a figure was in front of the flying boat, rushing to where An Xiaoyu was.

"My lord."

The person who came was Elder Feng Qingyang.

Although the elders of the Daotian Sword Sect had arrived long ago, under An Xiaoyu's voice transmission order, they were not allowed to approach the most central battlefield.

Now that the battle was over, they came to An Xiaoyu's side.

Along the way, seeing the surrounding mountains, all of which were devastated by the aftermath of the battle, Feng Qingyang took it for granted that An Xiaoyu did all of this.

At this moment, he felt reverence for An Xiaoyu.

But when An Xiaoyu turned her head back, Feng Qingyang was stunned for a moment. My lord, she...why did she seem to cry?