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

Song Bihui would always feel the gaze of the simulacrum of immortal consciousness looking over quietly, that gaze seemed to reach him after several years of time.

Everything is too quiet.

The silence reached a strange and terrifying level, as if at a junction between life and death.

Occasionally, he would frown and look over, but the man's eyes did not dodge in the slightest.

This immortal consciousness is different from ordinary people, it is above the mortal world, so naturally it will not feel the suppression of those coercion.

Moreover, as long as Song Bihui responded, he would calmly ask:

"Are you trying to kill me now?"

At this time, the exquisite and beautiful peach blossom eyes that resemble Jiangyu wind will reveal an unpredictable mood, but the tone is as natural and expectant as asking "what did you eat today" .

But Song Bihui would always fold his arms with a cold face and tell him with actions, don't even think about it.

"Do you know alien beasts?" But suddenly, the simulacra asked such a sentence.

Song Bihui fell silent for a while in surprise, not knowing how to answer.

It was also clearly recorded in the "Shan Hai Jing" that it was transformed by the spiritual energy of the strange beasts in the world.

But he didn't know if it was because this ray of immortal consciousness restored some memory, or if the person knew it clearly in his heart, but he was always avoiding it, keeping his mouth shut about some things.

"It is rumored that above the nine heavens, there is a king of heaven who governs the strange beasts of the heaven and the earth, such as phoenixes, green dragons, and unicorns...all recognize him as the god." Remembering something.

But for a moment, he was startled suddenly, and asked in a low voice: "Although everything seems to be in balance, what if there is someone who wants to do something wrong?"

"Ah!" Blasphemy?Song Bihui frowned, but for a moment, he asked coldly, "Are you the immortal consciousness of that Heavenly Monarch?"

"Maybe." The simulacrum sighed softly, and his figure even seemed to be a little transparent because of it. He was like a misty wind and mist, and he was supposed to come and go freely, but this place surrounded him , "It's a pity that I only have limited consciousness, and I don't remember many of them."

If according to what this person said, he is not the dream of Immortal Master Huai Ling, but only exists in Song Bihui's dream, then it is not difficult to see that the top of Mengxing Pagoda is really a mirror-like object. His existence will reflect the insurmountable obsession in his heart.

But this obsession seems to have more profound meaning than he imagined.

But Song Bihui's face suddenly darkened, "You really are hiding something."

The simulacra froze, but looked at him with some doubts and grievances for a moment, as if he didn't understand Song Bihui's sudden emotional change, "Nothing." He shook his head slightly and denied it in a low voice.

"Then let me ask you." Song Bihui approached slowly, his clothes and cuffs were blown up by the wind, and then stopped beside the man, "If I kill you, besides the end of this dream tour, there will be more What happened?"

This time the simulacra fell silent.

"You will disappear." Song Bihui looked down at him, "And it's not just you now, right?"

"Why do you care about me?" The man also stood up slowly, his long soft hair was hanging down on his chest, and the line of his neck was very slender and beautiful. Song Bihui felt that he couldn't lose his temper just by seeing that face. Come.

"However, you are right." The man stared at Song Bihui's deep eyes, but his expression was very indifferent, as if everything had nothing to do with him, "My disappearance also means that everything that belongs to me will disappear , I will cease to exist in this world.”

"So I don't agree." Song Bihui said decisively again.

"You always reject me." There seemed to be a little helplessness and connivance in the eyes of the simulacra.

"Because I feel that you should be related to my lover." Song Bihui said lightly, but the simulacrum was momentarily stunned in surprise.

The whole world was silent for a moment, and the peach blossoms flew around the two of them and spun down. Song Bi took a step back, and when he was about to leave, he heard the man suddenly realize something, and called out nervously, "Shang Ming!"

But when this name was mentioned, Song Bihui almost froze.

But just as the man finished speaking, there was a sudden roar from outside the sky, the air suddenly became cloudy and solid, as if water patterns were rushing by, the simulacrum took a step quickly, and the sound of the chains rang out immediately.

This kind of feeling is like suddenly realizing that there are dark eyes staring at him in the joyful scene of the full moon, a cold feeling rushes straight up from the bottom.

The simulacrum looked at the slowly falling sky, but his face was a little dazed for a while, but he still carried a kind of alienation and indifference of being out of the world.

Shang Ming...

It's the name again.Song Bihui only felt that his heart seemed to be tightly clenched. He didn't understand, but he saw some clues. Could it be that Shang Ming really had something to do with Jiang Yufeng or him?

This anxious feeling that is constantly approaching the truth but still unable to touch it seems to lift the nerves of the whole person.

He took a step back unconsciously, but his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a cold light reflected from a dagger, rubbing the tip of his hair and rushing straight towards the simulacra.

Song Bihui's pupils contracted violently, and he quickly waved his sleeves, and swung the sharp blade out.

But no matter the way and feeling of the dagger, Song Bihui couldn't help but shake his mind slightly.

He raised his eyes and saw the simulacrum staring blankly behind him. The man opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

Song Bihui immediately turned around, only to see the very familiar figure slowly falling down like a frightened man with wide sleeves fluttering, Jiang Yufeng pursed his lips, and his usually plain and watery eyes were covered with meaning at this moment Unknown look.

"Master?" Song Bihui frowned slightly.

Although he was eager to see Jiang Yufeng before, the sudden appearance of Jiangyu Feng at this moment made him feel a very bad feeling in his heart.

Moreover, the dagger was clearly heading towards the simulacra, and it was obvious that it wanted to knock out that remnant consciousness.

What did Jiang Yufeng know?

"I will go back." Jiang Yufeng suddenly hooked the corners of his lips lightly, but there was bitterness in that smile.

He looked over Song Bihui's figure to the simulacra that was exactly the same as himself but had a different temperament, feeling an unusually familiar and nostalgic feeling like a tide.

"Bihui, get out of the way, okay?" He opened his mouth slowly, his tone was obviously coaxing, but it made Song Bihui feel a chill in his heart.

On Jiang Yufeng's waist was also printed the one-way life and death talisman he had drawn at that time, so he would also be aware of some of the person's emotions.

He has a very strong killing intent.

It's not that Song must return, but that simulacra.

Song Bihui understood Jiang Yufeng's intention almost instantly, raised his hand in disbelief, frowned and said, "Master, I will never agree to what you want to do."

But the simulacra behind him suddenly moved, the sound of Lingling's chains rang beside his ears, the man's slender eyelashes were half drooping, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, "So it's you."

His tone was calm and relieved, as if he had let go of the troubles that had been accumulated in his heart.

"Yeah." Jiang Yufeng looked at him lightly, "It's been a long time."

"I have regrets in my heart." The simulacrum pulled the drooping hair behind its ears, and said in a low voice, "Hundreds of years ago, Shang Ming suffered from broken bones and bones because of me, and finally his soul flew away... That is my eternal love." An inescapable nightmare of demons. But now it seems that you have taken good care of him."

Song Bihui paused.

What do you mean by this?That Shang Ming...

"Then you also know why I came here." Jiang Yufeng stretched out his hand slightly, and the sharp carved dagger was immediately grasped by his slender white fingers.

"I am you." The simulacra smiled, "Since you are ready...death is my release."

"No." But Song Bihui's cold voice suddenly rang out, his brows and eyes were full of anger, judging from the sporadic clues of those conversations, this immortal consciousness belonged to Jiang Yufeng back then.

The death of immortal consciousness means that everything that belongs to him will disappear.

Jiang Yufeng, this is clearly a suicide!

He didn't understand why Jiang Yufeng suddenly appeared here, and he said it so bluntly in front of him, which made Song Bihui feel furious for a moment.

"I must return." Jiang Yufeng closed his eyes indifferently, "This is the only way to break the dream."

Song Bihui disagreed at all, and said coldly, "Then I will live and die with you."

But this time Jiang Yufeng was silent. He stared at Song Bihui's eyes as deep as the sea, and suddenly lowered his eyes, looking at the dagger.

Seeing the expression of the person in front of him, Song Bihui almost changed his expression as if he realized something at the moment.

"Jiangyu Wind!"

Song Bihui felt as if his mind had exploded for a moment. He was about to step forward and shoot down the dagger in Jiang Yufeng's hand, but saw Jiang Yufeng suddenly attack and separate him.

The man raised the knife and stabbed the dagger into his waist in an instant.

The color of blood quickly spread in front of his eyes.

Song Bihui felt as if his heart had stopped beating, his blood was coagulated, and his ears were filled with buzzing sounds.

"Jiangyufeng!" He could hear his trembling and furious voice, and his blood flowed backwards. When he saw Jiangyufeng fall before, he was almost scared out of his wits.

But he didn't think that the torture was never over at all, the dagger pierced Jiang Yufeng's flesh and blood, but pierced his heart time and time again.

He could feel the connection with Jiang Yufeng being broken slightly, and immediately vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Jiangyu wind! I won't allow it!"