After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

"How did you know?" Fu Ming narrowed his eyes dangerously for a moment.

This time he didn't dodge any more, but suddenly raised his palm to meet Jiang Yufeng's blow.

Under the clash of two extremely strong auras, both of them were pushed back a step unconsciously by the momentary force.

But just as Jiang Yufeng felt his body was unstable, he suddenly felt a warm touch wrap around his lower back, and gently supported him.

That feeling was very similar to the feeling Song Bihui gave him, but it was a little different.

He turned his head in surprise for a moment, only to find that there was nothing but darkness behind him at this moment.

Fu Ming was silent for a while, then snorted coldly, and said mockingly, "It's been so long, yet there is still immortal power left here, it's really haunting."

He looked at Jiang Yufeng with deep meaning, "Xianjun really attracts men? So, do you remember who that is?"

A name flashed across Jiang Yufeng's mind almost instantly.

Shang Ming...

But he remained silent and did not speak.

He didn't understand why he felt that the remaining celestial power would be the person in his dream, and he didn't understand why he had the illusion that he had met Song Bihui.

Is it because these two people gave him a powerful and calm yet gentle and profound feeling?

Seeing that Jiang Yufeng didn't speak, Fuming took advantage of this to see through something for a while. He curled up his lips and suddenly became interested. He rubbed his chin with his fingers and sneered, "So you didn't remember anything? Really? Poor, people have suffered all the pain of cramps and bones for you, but now you are hanging out with others."

He clicked his tongue, his eyes full of jokes.

Although Jiang Yufeng was taken aback suddenly, he concealed his current emotions well.

He looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly, as if he ignored Fu Ming's words.

Although he had seen Shang Ming walk into the endless abyss and darkness in his dream, he didn't know that this person had actually received this kind of death penalty before his death?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt his heart beating wildly.

It seemed that a very inexplicable fear and pain came up, but he didn't know what happened at that time.

It's just that what the guy in front of him says is true or false.

Even the dead can be brought back to life by him.

You shouldn't be disturbed by this person.

Fu Ming also seemed to be disappointed by Jiang Yufeng's indifferent attitude. He was originally a monster born of hatred and resentment in the world, and only those dark emotions could make him feel happy and excited.

But Jiang Yufeng seems to have a set of methods to deal with himself.

After all, when he was attached to that person's body a few years ago, this person just ignored him.

Even under the pain of his curse, he can treat it as if he doesn't have any emotional feelings.

The ruthlessness of this person to himself is really unimaginable to others.

But Fu Ming just won't let it go, he just loves to watch those high-ranking people fall to the altar, all the good things are crushed, relatives are separated, lovers die...

The show he had carefully planned hadn't really started yet.

But Jiang Yufeng was too lazy to talk to this person anymore, he just wanted to know where Song Bihui was now and whether he would encounter any danger.

Staying in the same space with this person again, he will really lose his life.

For a moment, he turned around very simply, and was about to leave the altar, but he heard Fu Ming speak again behind him.

"You left me here just like that?" The man's voice was still full of sarcasm, "We haven't seen each other for so long, why don't we talk a little more?"

Jiang Yufeng turned his head indifferently, "Do you really want to talk?"

Fuming didn't expect Jiang Yufeng to talk to him, and stared at him suspiciously.

"Then let's talk about how many times you forced yourself to ascend to heaven and were beaten down." Jiang Yufeng calmly hugged his arms, "When I think about it now, I think you were really miserable."

"Uh……"

"Aren't you a heaven and earth spirit beast?" Jiang Yufeng pretended to be surprised, "Is it so difficult to even ascend? How did you get demoted to the mortal world back then?"

"Uh..." Fu Ming's expression turned cold.

"Stop talking? I really thought you wanted to talk to me more." Jiang Yufeng turned back again with a cold face.

But I heard Fuming smile again and said, "Xianjun, where are you going? It's a pity you can't get out of here."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Yufeng stopped in his tracks.

"Do you think that the current dream walk is still a normal dream walk?" Fu Ming twisted his neck casually, "This is already the top of the tower."

Tower top! ?Jiang Yufeng felt his heart skip a beat.

Back then, Song Bihui thought of blowing up Mengxing because he couldn't get to the top of the tower.

Could it be that the gate of shock and the gate of death were skipped?

Or, merged with the illusion on the top of the tower?

Jiang Yufeng was almost taken aback by his own thoughts, but felt that there was a great possibility that this was the truth.

If this is the case, then I am afraid that if you wade into the abyss.

He didn't stay any longer, and immediately leaped away lightly, stepping into the darkness again without thinking about his own safety.

Fu Ming looked at the figure engulfed by the darkness with a full smile, but his eyes were icy cold.

Jiang Yufeng didn't know some details of Dream Walk, but Song Bihui did.

After all, he had entered the Dream Walking Pagoda once back then, so he knew what the top of the pagoda looked like.

This kind of scene is almost unforgettable for him forever.

He walked slowly from the wooden corridor, and at a glance he saw a familiar figure in the courtyard who was restrained by shackles.

The man sat with his back facing him by a pool inlaid with jade, and the clear water soaked his jade feet and the hem of his clothes.

Song Bihui lowered his eyes and looked at the man, and saw that the man suddenly turned his head slowly, but it was Jiang Yufeng's appearance.

But Song Bihui knew that it was not the real Jiangyu style.In other words, this is just a simulacra of a spirit in the dream walk.

The simulacrum moved slightly, and the anklet on one foot immediately made a sound of slamming metal.

The sound constantly stimulated Song Bihui's nerves, causing him to close his eyes involuntarily.

"I didn't expect you to come back again." The simulacrum opened its mouth softly, stretched out its hand to pull the falling hair behind its ears, so holy that people felt that the sight was a kind of pollution to him .

The sudden wind blows the peach petals by the pool into the pool water, making slight waves, everything is like a dream, attracting people to indulge in it.

"But I won't do what you want this time either." But Song Bihui said indifferently.

The simulacrum was lost almost instantly, "But if you don't do this, you won't be able to get out of the top of this tower." The man's eyes were clear, "Are you going to blow up this dream walk like last time? You know it's impossible."

"Uh..." The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

"Who are you?" But Song Bihui avoided answering and changed the subject again.

Last time, he was in such a state of mind that he couldn't care less about asking this question.

The simulacra lowered its eyes when it heard the sound.

His expression always has a kind of indifference and calmness that sees everything, but on the contrary, there is an unattainable but particularly attractive charm, this feeling will also appear in Jiang Yufeng from time to time.

"I am incomplete... Immortal consciousness." He opened his mouth softly, but sighed unconsciously.

"Then why are you in Immortal Master Huai Ling's dreamwalk?" Song Bihui frowned.

"I'm not in Huai Ling's dream." He suddenly shook his head in denial, but slowly stretched out his finger and pointed at Song Bihui, "I'm in your dream."

The simulacrum turned his head to look at the radiant sky, and the light shone on his eyelashes, like a beautiful fairy lamp.

His ethereal voice seemed to melt into the wind, hitting Song Bihui's heart, "I don't know if Zhou's dream is Hu Die Yu, but Hu Die's dream is Zhou Yu?"

Is this Zhuang Zhou dreaming of the butterfly, or the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

He was asking Song Bihui.

But Song Bihui remained silent.

The simulacrum failed to get Song Bihui's answer, and only sighed slightly with regret.

At this moment, under the shadow of the swaying tree, he is the most noble and sacred here, but he is trapped here, and has fallen to the altar of the banished immortal.

All good and clean things are gathered in him.

Song Bihui felt that he was so strange yet familiar.

And unlike seeing Jiang Yufeng, when he saw Jiang Yufeng, he was filled with love and pity, but when facing this person, he felt an indescribable feeling of sadness and sorrow.

He suddenly remembered that Jiang Yufeng had a sad face a few days ago, and he couldn't help showing that kind of worry about gain and loss.

Maybe it is also related to this simulacra.

"The dagger is still in its original position. If you want to open it, just do it." The man's brows were light, and he stretched out his hand to scoop up a handful of peach blossom water a little bored.

The water slowly slid down along the slender white jade like the best cold jade, and wet his clothes.

This person's posture is relaxed and natural, as clean and pure as a child's, and he is simply defenseless against others.

Has he been here for hundreds of years, or thousands of years?He no longer remembers.

"I can't kill you." But Song Bihui said suddenly and resolutely.

"Why?" The man asked softly, seemingly puzzled, "You were so angry and annoyed when you saw me last time, but you didn't want to kill me in the end, why? You want to dream, and I want to To be free, we just take what we need."

But Song Bihui immediately turned around and stopped looking at him, and left coldly.

The simulacra stares at the departing figure from afar, but as if remembering something, it looks back lonely again.

"Are I dreaming of Shang Ming, or is Shang Ming dreaming of me?" He murmured.