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Qing Shi looked at the person in front of him and held the jade flute tightly in his hand. Now if he didn't say a word, his face was a little pale, and his eyes seemed to inadvertently flow out of some reluctant feelings. After all, he can't escape all this. Isn't that his things should be returned to the original owner?

Yu Xiao sent bursts of light in his hand. Only this time did he know that the light of Yu Xiao was so strange because he saw that floating life was so different. In thousands of years, he had never seen Yu Xiao's light comparable to that of today. It turned out that no one could replace the status of Lord Fusheng in her mind. He lowered his eyelashes and couldn't hide the loss of his eyes. It's magnificent, but what? Without the appreciation of the beloved woman, he is still a loser.

Xiaowei had indescribable joy when she saw the person in front of her. The deer in her heart jumped uneasantly. She wanted to jump out of the jade flute immediately to see him with a trace of wandering soul, but the foot she just wanted to step stopped again. It's been a thousand years, he, does he still remember me? Xiao Weiyu brushed her cheek, and nothing had changed, but her hanging heart was still uneasy. She paced back and forth in the jade flute. I don't know if I should recognize my lover now, or wait to wait and see what happens?

Not long after, she suddenly stopped, and the flame of longing ignited in her eyes, as if her whole body was alive. Fusheng, since you come to me and come to me, let me complete the rest of my efforts. I can't be wronged to let you bear the feelings of two people alone. Xiaowei looked at his bright eyes and said with determination, when she was about to step out of the jade flute.

Seeing the world kneeling on one knee in front of the floating life, respectfully said:

"Little God, meet Lord Fusheng."

The floating life in front of him saw that Qing Shi was still pulling his sword just now. After seeing his face, he changed like this. To be honest, he was still a little surprised, Fu Sheng? Is it his previous life? The name feels strange and familiar, like a brand engraved in his bone marrow. As soon as it is called, it will make a big uproar about his original calm life.

"Get up." A blank sentence is very plain, but I don't feel that he should not have such an attitude at all. Everything is natural. His unsurprising face made him feel that he should have been like this, and this kneeling ceremony should have been accepted by him.

He has a lot of doubts in his heart, but it's not the time to ask clearly. What's waiting for? He has been waiting for a thousand years. Is he still afraid of this time? However, the people in the jade flute are not as calm as him. Originally, she had summoned up her courage, but at this time, she was broken by the world's move, and everything became a broken bubble in the air.

Congratulations on the rebirth of Lord Fusheng. Goodbye, Lord God, God's power, the world is in panic!" Qingshi never mentioned the jade flute, but hid the jade flute in his sleeve. He knew that it was very unnatural to do so. However, he had no choice. He and Xiaowei had a kind of reluctant feeling in it for a long time. He couldn't leave this feeling more and more. People who have been lonely for a long time have to find a emotional sustenance. He sealed Xiaowei in the jade flute with spiritual power. I'm sorry, Xiaowei, I will be more kind to you in the future. Qing Shi said this silently in his heart, as if he owed Xiao Wei and comforted himself for doing something wrong.

"You don't have to be so polite. I have also caused you a lot of trouble. Since you know my intention, let's make it clear. I just want to see the jade flute. Floating life goes straight to the point, and the thousand-year-old reincarnation does not change his still straightforward personality. He came here today to point out his intention, that is, he came for Yu Xiao. However, he only said to have a look, not to go back. He knew that this reincarnation had forgotten his past experience with Xiaowei. He was secretly happy in his heart.

"This, that is an ordinary jade flute, how can it enter the eyes of adults? There are many artifacts in my magic world that adults can pick up everywhere. He prevaricates Fusheng. Even if Fusheng doesn't remember, he is still reluctant to touch Fusheng and Yu Xiao again.

Fu Sheng didn't say anything and looked at him gently. He stretched out his hand and could not refuse. Qingshi couldn't escape, so he simply took it out and gave it to Fusheng. Anyway, he sealed the jade flute with spiritual power. Now this jade flute is like an ordinary flute. It's good for him to touch, which can kill his heart.

Fusheng took the jade flute and got it cold, and there was a kind of love in it. It seemed that this jade flute was not only a musical instrument, but also something very important in it. However, he could not feel it at this time, and the power of summoning him disappeared in an instant. But he still wanted to hold the jade flute all the time... Inadvertently, there seemed to be a crystal drop of water flowing out of his eyes. I don't know why he was so excited with his tentacles. The drops of water fell on the flute and melted into it.

Fusheng gently injected a trace of spiritual power, and returned the jade flute to the world without a trace. The loneliness of empty hands made him lose his warmth in an instant. It seems that I have lost the most precious thing in my life.

"Floating life, floating life... Why? Why is it like this..." Xiaowei in the jade flute was imprisoned and cried with tears on his face. Suddenly, a crystal drop of water fell on her sobbing forehead and flowed into her eyes along her forehead. She didn't care about the drop of water. In fact, there was a trace of imperceptible spiritual power in the small tears.

"Good Yu Xiao, since there is nothing I expect here, I will leave. I can only apologize for the interruption to the demon lord. Fu Sheng inadvertently patted Qingshi on the shoulder. Suddenly, there was a kind of pain that made Qingshi a little overwhelmed. A trace of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he looked up at Fu Sheng and silently asked what was going on.

Fusheng was still the expression just now. He didn't show any emotion, so he had to give up and slowly suppressed the pain. "Magic world, always welcome the arrival of Lord Fusheng." He bowed his head and bowed his hands. Fu Sheng looked at him and disappeared in front of him with a streamer.

Xiaowei looked at his distant figure and felt that her world had collapsed in an instant. Her consciousness began to blur, and finally fainted in the jade flute.

"Wake up, girl? Girl?" In the dark, Xiaowei heard a call, which she could not be more familiar with.

"Am I in a dream? It must be. He has gone far away and left. He actually forgot all the memories of his previous life. He can actually forget me. Xiao Wei's closed eyes overflowed with water, and each one was engraved in his heart. A vague phantom stood beside Xiao Wei, which was the phantom of the tears he had just left in the jade flute and his spiritual power. Looking at her crying, his heart was dripping blood. He didn't know why as long as he saw this woman sad, he would follow I feel sad.

"Girl!" The floating voice sounded again, and the anxious tone could not be concealed.

"Girl?" Xiaowei, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes and saw the people beside him. His whole heart was almost broken, and tears could no longer be suppressed. Xiao Weiyi threw himself into his arms, still as warm as it was a thousand years ago. Fusheng was also stunned. He didn't know why he didn't push away the seemingly heartbroken woman in front of him. Over the years, he has never touched other women. He is not interested in them. There are even a few beautiful people who take the initiative to hug. His eyes are disgusting and rejecting people for thousands of miles, but he can't refuse this woman in white.

"Floating life, floating life, why did you decide to leave just now? You know I've been waiting for you here for a thousand years. Why haven't you come to me all the time? Why?" He hugged Xiaowei in his arms and showed endless pity in his eyes. He looked around for endless darkness. Like the time before his birth, he couldn't stand it for such a short time. What power in the weak woman's heart supported her? How many reincarnations will a thousand years go through for human beings? Did this woman suffer for a man named Fusheng in front of the loneliness of a thousand years? Floating life, is floating life me? He drew a big question mark in his heart.

"Fusheng, why don't you talk? Didn't you say a word to me when you saw me?" Xiaowei's eyes were as pure as a spring.

"I, girl, I." When did he talk like this?

"Girl? Fusheng, you really forgot, forget, me? You, you, you actually call me a girl." What Xiaowei was most afraid of really happened. Does everything have to go back to the original point? She dared to say that she would not forget him even after a thousand years of reincarnation, but the floating life disappointed her. Her heart was like a thousand blades pierced, and she was so painful that she couldn't breathe. She pushed the floating life away, and her trembling body could no longer support it. Fusheng wanted to come forward to help her, but Xiaowei turned away from him. She had some complaints about why she was so clean.

"I'm sorry, don't do this. When I see you sad, my heart will also hurt. I forgot everything in my previous life, but it doesn't represent me. I forgot my love for you. I found you just by following that feeling in my heart. Fusheng didn't come forward to help her again. He just looked at her sadly and felt her grievances and heartache.

"I don't remember what happened in my previous life, but you can help me recall it slowly. Don't give up on me and don't give up on yourself, okay? I believe that the things we have experienced together must be extraordinary. They are all unforgettable past events. Fusheng still didn't dare to touch her, and now it's his turn to be uneasy. Xiaowei looked up at him, and his expression became soft, and the corners of his mouth raised an expression. The smile on his face should be a little stiff if he hasn't smiled for a long time. It seems that they met for the first time 2,000 years ago, but now they are more affectionate to each other.

"Well, first of all, you call me Xiaowei." Xiaowei stretched out a hand and motioned him to help her up. Everything seemed so natural. They should have been like this, or should have been deeper than here.

"Xiao Wei!" He had never called a name for several generations. It turned out that the person she longed for in her dream was Xiaowei. Speaking from his mouth, he got more satisfaction than other people. Xiaowei felt that his eyes were gradually blurred, and his eyes were shrouded in a thin layer of water mist that filled the whole world.

Suddenly, bursts of spiritual power came from the jade flute. No, Xiaowei. I just can't stay here for too long. I believe I will pick you up." The reluctance was about to disappear. His phantom could not resist the spiritual power from the jade flute, but Xiaowei grasped his hand tightly.

"Xiao Wei, believe me." The floating illusion slowly dissipated.

"Okay, I'll wait for you! This jade flute is yours. You just kept it for the world in those years. In the last moment, Xiaowei told him the situation of Yuxiao in order to get her back as soon as possible.

There is only one little person left here, and the endless darkness is wrapped around her. The spiritual power slowly injected into her body, but she couldn't feel the warmth.

"Xiao Wei, I'm sorry, are you blaming me, blaming me again, and even... hate me." In the end, he had no confidence. He held the jade flute in his hand and couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes. At this moment, he knew that he was so fragile that he had gained too little and lost too much.

"Haha..." He actually laughed loudly until he burst into tears. In Xiaowei's heart, he is a tough person. Although his appearance gives people a weak and scholarly temperament, he is stubborn by nature, so he can crawl up from the bottom. She has never seen such a crispness in this thousand years. Weak. Maybe he was in so much pain because his relatives around him slowly moved away from him. Xiaowei thought in his heart that he gradually put down his resentment against him and began to sympathize with him.