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

In the hazy clouds, Huai Ling had just inserted the pruned red plums into the plain jade porcelain vase, when he suddenly heard a buzzing sound from the sky.

He raised his eyes in doubt, but his figure suddenly stopped for a moment.

"It's over!" A voice outside the hall suddenly sounded, followed by a series of hurried footsteps, "Why is the sundial in the fairy world broken!?"

The visitor is Yangcheng of the Temple of Fortune.

This person was wearing a crimson bronzing cloud gown, just as he stepped over the threshold, he felt a gust of wind suddenly blowing away from his side, instantly lifting a lock of his long hair.

"It's over." Huai Ling walked quickly in the wind, and swept away several meters in the blink of an eye.

The figure disappeared completely.

This time, Yangcheng was left alone, dumbfounded.

He stroked his hair that was messed up by the wind, and asked strangely, "What's over?"

"It's the two ancestors who are coming back!" Jin Lin suddenly appeared, but he only had time to say that before rushing to follow Huai Ling.

Yangcheng scratched the back of his head in confusion for a moment, only to feel even more confused about what happened during this time.

He looked at the backs of the two people leaving in a hurry, and it took him a while to think that this fairy world can be called the ancestor by Jinlin...

Maybe only those above.

……

Jiang Yufeng felt as if he was walking in a dark night that would never see the dawn.

All the grotesque colors slowly spread behind him, and then fell into nothingness.

As he walked forward, the sound of turbulent water could be heard continuously from his feet, but his heart was not here at all, and naturally he didn't want to take care of these trivial things around him.

This scene made him feel very familiar, as if he had been here before, until he heard a "squeak" sound from the wooden board, he suddenly woke up.

In the dream in the dream walk, he kept chasing after Shang Ming's footsteps, but in the end he could only watch the man leave, and the surrounding scenery was here.

Jiang Yufeng felt a sudden shock in his heart, but when he raised his eyes, what he saw in front of him was not the expected familiar figure.

But Huai Ling...

Not far away, the man was holding the faintly glowing phoenix bracelet in his hand, beckoned to him, and coaxed in a slow voice, "Yufeng, come to my place."

Jiang Yufeng paused at the sound, and remained silent for a long time, but still shook his head lightly, and said with a light smile, "Master, let me go."

"The two of you are interesting." Huai Ling was almost laughed at by the sound, and he sighed helplessly, "One secretly put on the bracelet, the other secretly got angry, and now the other one doesn't want to live anymore."

Jiang Yufeng frowned as if self-deprecating when he heard the words. Their tacit understanding was too strange. Even before death came, they would always make exactly the same choice as the other party.

It's just that this same choice has also become the most powerful attack to defeat his last line of defense.

"I said earlier that I would take Bihui back." Huai Ling stroked the bracelet in his hand twice, feeling a kind of soul temperature slowly coming up.

"But now it must be gone." Jiangyufeng's voice melted into the turbulent tide coldly, sinking or dissipating into the distance.

The eyebrows and eyes of the past seem to be still in front of us, whether it is the glacier-like gaze in front of the Zeshan steps, the boiling soup on the shelf in the backyard, or the charming indulgence in the red tent on a rainy night.

This dream-like scene seems to have been completely burned by a cluster of fire.

After all, it is a dream come true.

"You're right." Huai Ling looked at Jiang Yufeng thoughtfully, only to feel that the aura around him had indeed changed a lot after the catastrophe.

Tianjun Yuduo's immortal consciousness exists in Song Bihui's sea of ​​consciousness, so the imprisoned Tianjun simulacra will appear on the top of Mengxing Tower.

This fairy consciousness has been reincarnated with Shang Ming's soul for thousands of years. As long as it is there, Tianjun can always find that person in the vast world.

Just like Song Bihui and Jiangyufeng in this life.

Their lives were entangled together, and they couldn't break free no matter what.

But it never ends well.

"However." Ke Huai Ling suddenly spoke again, "Although the body that must return has been destroyed, his calamity is over, and his soul is still there."

Jiang Yufeng instantly raised his eyes in disbelief.

Huai Ling looked at the bloody phoenix bracelet in his hand, and immediately hooked the corner of his lips and said, "It seems like you saved his life by mistake."

He raised his chin slightly, and said in a low voice, "Yufeng, after you go back, concentrate on practicing, and there will be a day when we meet again."

After saying that, his figure faded a little.

"Master!? What do you mean?" Hearing the sound, Jiang Yufeng wanted to grab Huai Ling who was retreating, but he didn't expect that Huai Ling had just touched the man's cuff like a cloud, and Huai Ling quickly disappeared into the darkness.

The moment Huai Ling disappeared, Jiang Yufeng only felt a loud humming sound as if the bridge deck suddenly broke.

Immediately afterwards, there was a feeling of falling with one foot in the air.

Time and space seemed to be shattered and reversed in an instant.

Even the moonlight from thousands of years ago seems to be shattered here.

The dream finally woke up.