Quick Transmigration: After Villain Reaches Full Level

——I don't want you to be responsible, so why not try it.

To Hua Wu, this sentence is more attractive than the previous ones.

Hua Wu took a deep breath, Sit back.

Fu Ling frowned, probably didn't understand that she had said that, how could she refuse herself...

She's not much of a rule-abiding person either.

... Is his power just a display for her? Why is she always unaffected! !

Fu Ling's brows were already twisted into the word Chuan, and he moved away angrily, and sat up straight.

He has to find another way...

Fu Ling has been obsessed with Tanshan's sword for so long, and he still hasn't given up. Naturally, he won't give up the decision of dual cultivation so easily.

Fu Ling was about to let go of the cup, when he suddenly felt the cup loosen.

Hua Wu took the cup away, drank the water in the cup in one gulp, and got up.

Pat——

The cup landed on the table again.

Su Bai's fingers slid across the table, and the curved fingers clasped lightly, Let's go.

Fu Ling: ???

Fu Ling was stunned for a second, You... agree?

Hua Wu put her hands into her sleeves habitually, turned around and walked in the direction of Wu Zhefeng.

Fu Ling blinked, then grabbed the giant sword and got up to chase Huawu.

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No peaks.

The golden crow falling in the west gradually sank into the horizon, and the gorgeous sunlight dyed the entire Wuzhe Peak in a warm orange red.

A few rays of twilight penetrated into the room, crossed the wooden screen in the room, scattered into countless small squares, and cast deeper into the room.

The white bed curtain, as thin as a butterfly's wing, winds across the ground, and the pink clothes hang down from the bed curtain, hanging by the bed, and will not fall off.

Inside the bed curtain, Fu Ling was sitting cross-legged wearing an underwear, which was tied loosely, revealing a large area of ​​skin on her chest.

That handsome face was still a little flushed, and the damp hair on the front of the forehead was still wet.

Even the moisture in the boy's eyes has not completely dissipated, and there is still an aftertaste in the ups and downs of breathing.

He frowned and looked at Huawu.

I don't know how long he looked at it, but he moved over again and lay beside Hua Wu, his eyes moved inch by inch from her face.

What do you want to find out from me?

Fu Ling moved his gaze from her wrist back to her face.

Hua Wu still closed her eyes and didn't look at him.

Fu Ling put his finger on her wrist and moved it up little by little, What is your strength?

She just let her own power invade her body, showing everything to him completely unguarded.

But she just glanced at him casually, and he saw helplessness and a kind of connivance in her eyes.

It's like the kind of helplessness that my own child is very disobedient, but he can't hit him.

She really doesn't have any cultivation...

There is no possibility of hiding cultivation.

unless……

She has already stepped into the realm of a true god, so he will not be able to detect it at all.

But in the world of comprehension, there is no true god.

Hua Wu held his hand that was still up, opened his eyes, You want to know?

I think so. Fu Ling nodded, Will you tell me?

Voling...

Um?

Why are you……

What?

Hua Wu didn't continue talking.

A wind blew into the room, making the wind chime by the window ring.

Fu Ling asked: What did you want to say just now?

Hua Wu loosened his grip on his wrist and pulled him towards her.

The spiritual energy in the room began to pour into the bed curtain, the tulle was lightly lifted, and Fu Ling's body was enveloped by the spiritual energy.

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Fu Ling half-kneeled on the messy couch, his clothes hadn't been fastened at first, but now they were looser, and half of them had slipped from his shoulders to his arms.

Fu Ling's chest rose and fell slightly, and his breathing was a little short.

He slowly turned his head to look at Huawu who was already dressed.

...is the law.

She is full of the power of law.

I have given you many chances, don't come near me. Hua Wu turned around and looked at the bed which was half covered by the curtain, But you always don't listen.

The figure in the bed curtain loomed.

Hua Wu flicked his sleeves, Just as disobedient as before, always stubborn.

Fu Ling raised the bed curtain, What are you talking about?

Then Fu Ling seemed to think of something again, Did we know each other before? Am I missing my memory?

Hua Wu didn't answer his question, she stretched out her hand to pinch his chin, forced him to look up, and kissed the corner of his lips: Have you ever regretted it?

Fu Ling didn't understand Hua Wu's words, he was stunned for a while, then shook his head.

If it is today, he has no regrets.

Hua Wu sighed and let go of him, When you think about it, answer my question again.

Wait a moment.

Seeing that Huawu was about to leave, Fu Ling quickly got off the couch.

Clothes and quilts were in a mess, something tripped Fu Ling's feet, and he fell straight down.

Hua Wu paused, and finally raised her hand to hold him.

After Fu Ling stood firm, he immediately grabbed Hua Wu's shoulder, I really lost part of my memory, right? We used to know each other...

No.

……No?

Then what you just said...

You have no memory loss. Hua Wu paused, and under Fu Ling's puzzled eyes, he said the following sentence: Because all your current memories are fictional.

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——Because all your current memories are fictional.

Fu Ling was sitting at the highest point of Wuzhe Peak, the wind was blowing his crumpled pink robe, and there was an ambiguous red mark on the part of the skirt that was not covered.

The warmth after being warm has long been blown away by the wind.

Fu Ling sat on Wuzhe Peak from the starry sky to the dawn of the sky.

The sleeves were stained with the dampness of the early morning, and even the tips of her hair had tiny dewdrops.

His memories are all fictitious, so what are his real memories?

Fu Ling wanted Hua Wu to tell him.

But she said that he chose all of this by himself, and if he could answer her question before she left this time, she would give him an answer.

He didn't know how long her 'leave this time' was.

He didn't know what kind of answer that was.

But he knew that answer was important to him.

Very important……

But what is his real memory?

Fu Ling had a headache, he clutched his head, no matter how he thought, he only had his original memory...except...except for the inexplicable sense of familiarity he had when she looked at him in the courtyard that day.

Fu Ling drew out the giant sword stuck on the side and went down the mountain to the courtyard.

He glanced across the courtyard, it was just a very ordinary courtyard, nothing special.

The only special...

It was the way she called her name that day and looked at him.

She usually looks at herself with a little indifference and casualness. She is clearly looking at him, but she doesn't really pay attention to him.

As if he was just a dispensable decoration, she could give it up at any time.

But that day was different.

There was a slight softness in her tone that day, and in her quiet eyes, it seemed that he was the only one.

Fu Ling couldn't help curling her fingertips when she thought that she had occupied all her attention.

Even the heartbeat quickened.

——Looking at flowers in the fog——

After writing this copy, I will write the ending~