Wu Ni Huang Fei

Chapter 279 Black Dreamland [25]

Perhaps it was because he knew that he could not speak, so Mo Fenghua had no fear of speaking in front of him.

Because, she knew, he would never spread the word...

The point is, sitting next to this person, Mo Fenghua felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind. After thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't figure it out. Where did this peace of mind come from?
She has lived two lifetimes, even Xiao Qi, who she fell in love with blindly, never gave her such a feeling, it is so strange/
Mo Fenghua talked a lot, and finally said with a smile: "You are really a strange person, looking at you, I always think, how can there be people like you in this world, it's too unreal."

Suddenly Mo Fenghua looked at him loosely: "Let me pinch it, and I'll see... Are you a real person?"

After finishing speaking, regardless of whether he agreed or not, he stretched out his hand directly to pinch his face.

His body swayed for a while, but in the end he stopped still, allowing Mo Fenghua to succeed.

She pinched his face, a little cool, very bright, real, elastic.

Mo Fenghua couldn't help pinching for a while longer: "It's really true..."

She let go of her hand with nostalgia: "It's getting late, I'm going to go to sleep, if you want to do it, just keep doing it, goodbye!"

Mo Fenghua stood up and waved at him twice.

Before jumping down, she looked back at him again: "I always feel that you are a little familiar...It's strange, isn't it? You're gone..."

Mo Fenghua's figure jumped off the roof, leaving him alone sitting on it.

His back looks very lonely, with an indescribable loneliness, as if... he has been silent for an unknown number of years.

He heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and saw her enter the room, light a candle, and take off her outer clothes.

She didn't fall asleep right away, but sat at the table, holding a cup of tea that had already cooled down, wondering what she was thinking.

After a long time, she didn't seem to understand, and scratched her hair twice.Put down the water glass, the candle did not go out, and lay directly on the bed//covered his head with a quilt.

Her movements were a little childish, and there was a slight smile on his lips.

He knew why she was upset, because she seemed to have forgotten to ask a question.

Are those red spots on her body made by him?

This time he didn't go down, watching her turn on the bed for a quarter of an hour and finally fell asleep.

……

The night was deep, and the vast and uninhabited land in the northwest fell into a deathly silence.

He stood up from the roof, and his figure slowly flew up like a soaring fairy...

He flew into the high sky, closed his eyes, lifted his chin slightly, and opened his arms...

As he opened his hands, the sky was still full of moon and stars a second ago, but in an instant it was covered with a shady curtain.

In an instant, the world was dim and pitch black.

A black flower bloomed from under his feet. This time, the flower was huge and slowly bloomed. Each petal was as high as a two or three-story building.

After all the petals bloomed layer by layer, he opened his eyes. His eyes were still clear, but... flashed with a bewitching, bewitching and depraved light...

The long hair on his back had already grown to his ankles at this moment, rippling on the petals under his feet.

The clothes on his body changed from white linen clothes to pure white and flawless feather clothes, with wide sleeves and long swings, holy and flawless.

At this moment, he is walking in the darkness, the only, the cleanest and most sacred whiteness.

(End of this chapter)