I have a deep love for Zhenjun

57.

The rain of blood was still overwhelming, slanting down from the sky.

But I didn't want to stop, I wanted to reach out my hand to wipe away the bloodstains of that person, and when I raised my hand, I realized that my hand had already been soaked in blood, and it looked terribly dirty.

I dare not move.

After a long while, tremblingly stretched out her fingertips, and stopped not far from his face, across the void, gently but solemnly traced his eyebrows and eyes.

From every ups and downs of the eyebrows, to every opening and closing of the eyes, it is so meticulous, just like the lingering caress between lovers.

These are Fu Qing's eyes.

Even when it was burned to ashes, I could still recognize it.

It is such a pair of eyes, which gather the cold ice and snow all year round, making people daunting and hesitant.

It is also these eyes, reflecting the sky full of stars and rivers, as if the pulse is full of affection, and the spring is fading.

Now in front of me are still these eyes, but they are full of scarlet, as if they have been soaked in a pool of blood for thousands of years, they have suffered so much, and they can no longer see their original color.

When I thought of this, my heart was sore and unbearable, I wanted to ask him if it hurts, but when I left my mouth, it became inexplicably: "Do you regret it?"

When I heard the question in my mouth, I just felt confused.

regret what?I have no idea.

Just in a daze, I vaguely felt that this person did a lot of things for me, suffered a lot, and ended up in a very bad end.

I owe him.

Before I could ask again, the world was spinning in an instant.The scene in front of him turned into wisps of green smoke, which dissipated in an instant.

I opened my eyes suddenly, and looked around again. It was still the furnace, and I was still in the fire-free environment.

All kinds of things just now are like a dream, but I don't know whether the dream is real or illusory.

If this dream is true, then maybe Fu Qing and I are old friends.I think I owed him a lot before coming here, and this time I came to repay his kindness.If this is the case, then there are traces of my ardent love born out of nowhere, and my desperate moths flying into the flames.

Thinking of this, I searched for Fu Qing again, but to no avail. He must have stepped into Cang Tian's lair.

The passage of time is negligible in this Lihuo environment where there is no difference between day and night. I don't know how much time has passed, and I don't know if he is all right.

Tentatively, he released a burst of spiritual power, trying to break through the prison of water.

After the water-condensed cage absorbed spiritual power, it only visibly fluctuated a few points with the naked eye, and then there was no reaction, and it still seemed extremely firm.

My heart was slightly relieved, and I knew that Fu Qing was fine at this time.This water dungeon is connected with his spiritual power, and his spiritual power is strong, so the power of the water dungeon is infinite.If he is seriously injured and his spiritual power dissipates, the water prison will become vulnerable.

Thinking about it this way, I would rather be trapped in this desolate and desolate Lihuo environment forever.

At least...he's safe and sound.