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"Is he still alive?" Yifu carefully pushed Wen Bufan on the ground.

People in the illusion will not leave a body after death, Yao Bai said: "Not dead."

He was always standing a few steps away, unwilling to move forward, not even looking this way.Yifu himself understands that this is the taboo of birds to foxes, and expresses his understanding intimately.

Yifu couldn't digest all these things that he had never seen in the book of Zhiguai, and the two of them fell into silence facing Wen Bufan's sleepy body.

After a while, Yao Bai suddenly called him, and asked him a nonsensical question: "Do you believe in the way of heaven?"

Yifu froze for a while, not quite understanding.

Yaobai put it in a more understandable way: "That's the fate that your human race said."

Yifu thought for a while and said, "I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it."

Yaobai's eyes finally landed on Wen Bufan who was on the ground, it seemed that at that moment, his always empty eyes suddenly filled with all kinds of emotions.Yifu couldn't understand it, but he could feel that he seemed a little sad.

"There is one thing I don't want to do, and I lost the other half of my life because of it." His voice was soft and slow, as if he was vomiting old depression, "I don't want to care about anything, but it seems too late."

"Yifu, maybe I shouldn't have come to you."

"Looking for me?" Yifu murmured and repeated, the two words were like a hot iron, falling down the dry throat to his chest, burning two holes alive.The scorching pain was fleeting, and it was gone before it could be grasped.

Yifu blinked his eyes, thinking whether he had been with goblins and ghosts for a long time, and had a lot of assumptions for no reason.

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When the sun was setting to the west, Wen Bufan still didn't wake up.

"He doesn't seem to be well," Yifu patted Wen Bufan's face lightly, "It's cold, there is no temperature at all."

Yaobai scoffed, and said with a sneer, "You touch his heart, it's even colder—what are you doing, I just said it casually, you really want to touch it?"

Yifu peeled off his collar and said, "It's better to warm his chest. Although he is a monster, it is quite pitiful to be beaten to death like this."

Yaobai was upset about the follow-up matter, he didn't have the energy to care about him anymore, so he let him go.

Pulled halfway, but suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?" Yao Bai frowned, with an ominous premonition creeping into his heart.

Yifu's hands were almost trembling. He seemed to be trying very hard to calm down, but he didn't know whether it was because of fear or something else, but he still couldn't do it.The knuckles of the fingers holding the collar were white.

呲——

The neckline was torn by him.

Immediately afterwards, there was another bark—he also tore off his own collar.

The sun was setting, and the last ray of light was gone.He stared motionlessly at Wen Bufan's bare chest—a beautiful feather lay under the pale flesh, the tip of the feather was light blue, and there was a faint streamer in the veins.

Yao Bai's eyes widened, this plume was branded and engraved by himself.

Yifu stretched out his hand to touch it, his fingers gently traced the outline of the feather.Then he lowered his head to look at his chest, and also reached out to touch it.

Yaobai was also dumbfounded, and called out dryly: "Yifu."

"It's exactly the same, isn't it?" Yifu whispered, "Actually, it was very light when I was young, like the red mark of a mosquito bite. It gradually became more and more obvious, and it became more obvious before. It looks like a beautiful scar."

"It turned out to be a feather." Yifu's voice seemed to be crying, "It turned out to be a feather..."

While speaking, the original red feather imprint on the chest suddenly flashed with light, and the auspicious light belonging to the phoenix feathers lit up one after another on each fine feather, just like the one on Wen Bufan's chest.

Everything is like a runaway horse, and it is no longer controllable.

Yifu looked up at Yaobai, then at Wen Bufan who was lying on the ground, and said word by word: "I am him, right? Where are we, and who are you?"

Yao Bai was stupefied and still felt bored, he heard a vague distrust in Yifu's tone, as if all this was his deliberate deception.

Thinking of Yifu looking at him like this, he was immediately annoyed and annoyed, and he said angrily: "This is an illusion, lying on the ground is you, you are a reincarnation, I am the dead face who died suddenly on the spot just now."

Yifu was stunned.

Yaobai thought he didn't believe it, so his body transformed into his real body in a flash, and before he could react, he said again: "What do you want to say later, listen to me now. No matter how much your spirit comes back, the memory will remind you." How much, whether you understand it or not, there is something imminent right now."

Although Yifu couldn't understand it all over his head, he understood "imminent", so he nodded.

Yao Bai: "Your old friend is currently preparing to do something in Daze in the south. Although I don't want to take care of it, half of the current situation is caused by me. Besides, my sister and my friend are still in danger. Can't let it go. So I need your help to break through this illusion now, so I can go out and clean up the mess."

Yifu was ignorant, frowned and asked, "Who is your old friend?"

Yao laughed angrily: "I have said so much, do you remember an old friend?"

Yifu: "How can I help you?"

"Simple." Yao Bai said, "I'll hit your forehead in a moment, and you just need to stand still."

Yifu: "..."

Things were more difficult than imagined. Yifu had already developed a grievance, and since "Xiaobai" never came back, Yaobai in front of him was no different from a stranger to him.

Yaobai patiently explained to him why he had to die, and it was about to be clear when something happened again.

Wen Bufan, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly moved, and his body was suddenly covered with a layer of light golden light. As the golden light became darker and darker, his body seemed to be gradually thinning, and finally turned into a crumbling figure in the twilight. tissue.In the blink of an eye, there seemed to be an invisible fire, and the paper shattered into a starburst in an instant, and there was no trace when it fell to the ground.

Yi Fu looked dumbfounded, before he recovered from the horror of seeing "myself" dead without a whole body, when I lowered my head, I saw that my hand was gone, exactly watching my hand "melt".

Yao Bai is obviously already resigned to fate, anyway, no matter how bad it is, it can go so bad.

Yifu's whole body turned into a ball of light, floating in the dimly-dark small courtyard looked pretty nice.Yao Bai's heart was pounding, and he didn't know what result he wanted to see more.

There's nothing wrong with Yifu disappearing like this, and you don't have to do it yourself.

The light became thinner and slowly spread in all directions, and the edges became fainter and fainter, almost disappearing.

After a while, a foot appeared in sight, and Yao Bai himself didn't realize that he let out a long sigh of relief the moment he saw that foot.

The next moment, the smile that hadn't fully stretched was broken - he saw the face hidden in the last bit of light, it was Wen Bufan.

Yaobai racked his brains and never thought that he would meet Wen Bufan again in such a way on such an occasion.It seemed like a long time since the last time they broke up in Brahma Realm, at least it was a long time for Yao Bai.

No matter how much time passed, he still couldn't calm down looking at that face.

Yao Bai said lightly: "I'm so sorry, although you just lived, you're going to die soon."

Wen Bufan frowned and lowered his eyes, looked at Yao Bai almost sadly, and after a while he said: "You, how are you lately?"

"It's very good." Yao Bai reminded him, "But you're going to be bad soon."

Wen Bufan lowered his head, as if apologetic: "My fate is linked with Brahma Realm, unless there is a catastrophe, I won't die."

Yao Bai: "..."

"Knowing that you're still here!" Yao Bai was furious, and he sneered, "You and Mangtian are actually on the same team, you give him what he wants, you have good intentions, Buddha."

"I'm here to help you break through the illusion." Wen Bufan probably knew that he was an eyesore in front of Yao Bai, so he turned and entered the room after saying this.

Yao Bai was full of puzzles, thinking that the house was extremely dirty and there was no place to stay, what was he doing in it.

He stood in the yard for a while, waiting left and right for Wen Bufan to come out, he was wondering, when the soil under his feet suddenly became soft.

Yao Bai raised his head and saw the shadow of a tree covering the sky, the illusion was shattered.

He subconsciously looked towards the hut, and at this time there were three big trees growing side by side, and Wen Bufan stood under the first tree with his back turned to him.He clearly saw Wen Bufan's figure swaying, holding on to the tree trunk in front of him so as not to fall down.

Yaobai had no time to think about anything else, so he hurried forward a few steps, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Bufan didn't say anything.

"I'm asking you something." Yao Bai raised his voice, reaching out to grab him, trying to turn around.As a result, Wen Bufan was like a dead leaf hanging on a tree, and it fell down as soon as he pulled it.

Wen Bufan simply sat down against the tree trunk, and when he raised his eyes, he met Shang Yaobai's eyes. The two eyes met briefly, and then moved away in a tacit understanding.

He quietly avoided Yao Bai's touch, and buried his head sideways under the deeper shadow of the tree, "Mang Tian has already awakened many wraiths from the bottom of the sea, you should hurry over now, there should be still time."

Seeing that he could talk, Yaobai thought it was nothing serious, he himself said that he would not die unless there was a catastrophe.

When he was leaving, there was a sudden gust of wind, rustling the forest, and Yao Bai seemed to have heard Wen Bufan say something, but when he turned around, he was still sitting there, his posture unchanged, like a ball of ink blending into the night.

When the dust settled and everything was about to end, Yao Bai recalled that night very calmly, pondering over those few syllables, it seemed to be "I'm sorry."