nirvana into phoenix

Chapter 41 Memories (1)

Situ Heng's face was expressionless. Although his eyes were open, they were out of focus. He looked numbly at everything Ge Yingying went through. He couldn't even cry until the picture disappeared and the whole body was dark, but he was unaware of it. Sit still.

But Shangguan Yan had already passed out on the ground, but she was still carefully holding a pair of bloody eyes in her hands.

She also had a strange mark on her forehead.

why?
Ge Yingying died so unjustly, Situ Heng lost his lover and his eyes.

One of them is a weak and talented girl with a kind heart who has nothing to do with the world, and the other is a young and promising young general who defends his family and country. What's wrong, God wants to punish like this?
The cruel fact has passed, why force him to watch and listen?
Shangguan Yan is just a naive and ignorant little girl, what mistake did she make, she was asked to watch her loved one suffer so much while she was in the Mood for Love, and then asked her to dig out her own eyes?
Suddenly, an ethereal figure gradually appeared in the eyes. He was dressed in white clothes and his hands were hidden under the wide sleeves. There was no sadness or joy on his face, and he looked at everything with indifferent eyes.

This is the fairy?

Qian Yu clenched her lips, she was a fairy who looked at life and death in the world as a joke?
She must never become such a fairy!

He stepped on the cloud, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes swept over the two of them with disdain.

Qian Yu's anger almost became real, "Stop!"

Seeing the man turn around, Qian Yu yelled, and pulled out the thunder fan without thinking, a flame as thick as a human arm rose up instantly, and before she was happy to be able to use the spiritual energy again, she directed the flame to rush straight towards the man's back .

The heat of the flame was as real as it was, and the vegetation within a ten-meter radius was affected, and began to curl and wither, and even gave off a burnt smell. Qian Yu didn't notice it, and her eyes were fixed on the back of the person she thought was the instigator.

"Let them out!"

Following Qian Yu's words, the tongue of fire licked fiercely, the figure of the man seemed to pause, and slowly turned his head——

Yaoguang!

How can it be!

"Can you see me?" He seemed surprised, but then suddenly smiled.

The corners of this man's mouth were slightly raised, and even his voice sounded eerily familiar. Qian Yu took a step back and could hardly hold the thunder fan in his hand.

He pointed at Situ Heng who was unresponsive: "He chose to read on, do you want me to help him deceive himself?"

He looked at Shangguan Yan again: "She dug out her own eyes without thinking. Do I have to put them back for her?"

He flicked his sleeve robe, as if he wanted to wave away something dirty, "Joke!"

Yao Guang, who was watching all this from the water mirror, laughed when he saw that face clearly.

"So, in your mind, immortality is what I am like?" He raised his hand and touched his chin, but his expression slowly darkened, "Immortal? Humph, immortal!"

He waved the water again, and the scene changed, Ah Hai appeared under a tree, the thick branches strangled his neck fiercely, it seemed that if he tried harder, he would be separated from his body.

Yao Guang stretched out his index finger and tapped lightly on the center of Ah Hai's eyebrows, the ripples on the water surface swayed and changed again and again.

"Hai'er, don't blame my mother for being cruel, your father is so ill, there is nothing mother can do!"

The young Ah Hai looked at his younger brother, his half-brother, who was twirling his fingers aside with puzzled eyes.

"Mother" turned her head in embarrassment, "Your younger brother is still young, and he can't do much work after he goes there. You obediently obey the master, and when your father recovers from his illness, we will redeem you right away!"

Looking at his father's closed eyes, Ah Hai lowered his head, concealed the hope in his eyes, and followed the visitor away without saying a word.

In the midsummer of July, the sweaty Ah Hai wrung out the last piece of rag in his hand, and simply took a shower in the well water, but before he felt the heat go away, suddenly his neck hurt, his eyes went dark, and he opened his eyes again to see To a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

(End of this chapter)