My Wife Why is She So Cute

The sky was blue, the valley was fresh, and even the grass under her feet was so soft. Yan Chuyu was in it, and she looked around, feeling a little confused.

Her hand was subconsciously clutching her chest, but there was no pain as imagined.

This is where?

Is she dead?

"Chu Yu."

In the distance, the familiar voice of calling came out with the curling smoke, and the Holy King couldn't help but stepped forward. In fact, with her ability, she should have known that something was wrong, maybe it was a trap.

However, a strong desire overwhelmed all.

Perhaps, this is God's last gift, isn't it?

She moved forward step by step, each step was very light, for fear of destroying the picture accidentally.

Just a hundred meters away in the thatched hut, Song Nianying was cooking while bending over. She was wearing a light pink long dress, her long hair was tied in a simple knot, holding a soup in her hand, gently Stirring the freshly cooked porridge, her skin glowed with a faint luster, and a piece of warm jade stood upright around her slender waist. Her antique dress was very different from her in reality.

Standing outside the environment and watching all this, Hua Bairou and Zuo Die looked at each other in blank dismay, what's going on? How did Fan Yi get an ancient lady here?

With her hands behind her back, Fan Yi looked at everything in front of her seriously, beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

She has to concentrate on the construction of the entire illusion, just like the master planner of a large-scale dance party, and there will be no problems, far from being so calm and breezy as she appears.

She naturally felt Hua Bairou Zuo Die's doubts.

"In addition to combining reality, most of the materials for the illusion come from the impressive images and memories in people's minds. In order to be realistic and thorough, the first scene is always what she wants to see most in her heart."

Hua Bairou and Zuo Die didn't dare to say anything, but both of them had doubts in their eyes. What do you want to see the most?

How could the Holy King want his wife to appear in front of her dressed like this?

Fan Yi's hands were still swinging, and she was staring at the mirror with all her attention.

The holy king in the mirror has slowly walked towards Song Nianying.

She was still in pain just now, the pain was as if she had been thrown into a fire and burned, and the pain was as if someone had cut out her heart with a knife.

She can bear it without crying.

She is an invincible holy king, so what is the pain?

But why, she just glanced at Song Nianying from a distance, and tears started to well up uncontrollably.

Song Nianying lifted the spoon, pouted, and said coquettishly, "After practicing so many times, I can't do it well. It seems that I will teach you such tricky things in the future, okay?"

Yan Chuyu looked at her, her voice choked up: "Okay."

After hesitating for a moment, she plucked up her courage and slowly raised her slender fingertips, wanting to touch Song Nianying and feel the truth.

But it stopped in mid-air.

She dare not.

Song Nianying smiled and passed the spoon over, "Drink some porridge, look at you, didn't you promise me to take good care of yourself? How did you make yourself like this? I will feel bad."

Yan Chuyu took a sip of the porridge fed by his wife, and looked at her intently.

The yard is not Song Nianying's current home, but it seems that the two of them built it casually, a small courtyard, with various small animals feeding in the front and back yards.

Those small animals looked different at first glance. Among them, a big rooster with a golden comb clucked and crowed. It looked at Yan Chuyu and said, "It's laid an egg, take it away and give it to my sister to nourish her body."

Hua Bairou and Zuo Die outside the mirror: …

This is too real, right?

The breeze was blowing, carrying the aroma of flowers and plants, smoke billowed from the hut, and Yan Chuyu was standing in front of the stove, chopping vegetables.

Song Nianying was still the same, she likes to eat sweets, she looked at Yan Chuyu with a smile: "Put more sugar."

Yan Chuyu glanced at her, "You will get diabetes."

Song Nianying was stunned, "Diabetes?"

As soon as these words came out, Yan Chuyu was also taken aback for a moment, the wind became bleak and fierce at this moment, suddenly pouring into the room, the whole picture was blown into wrinkles.

Fan Yi frowned, and she turned to look at Hua Bairou: "You Holy King, are you really that human being you just met?"

Hua Bairou nodded vigorously, "One hundred percent."

Fan Yi shook her head, her hands waved lightly, trying to control the picture: "No, there is a clear sense of division here, and the Holy King has already noticed that all of this is not real."

Zuo Die looked at the illusion, and she had already made soup and put it in front of Song Nianying, Yan Chuyu looked at her lovingly and shook her head: "I can't, look, if the Holy King knew, how could he cook for Madam so nonchalantly?" .”

Facts speak louder than words.

Fan Yi looked at the calm and composed Saint King in the picture, and wondered, maybe it was really because she was too sensitive?

Song Nianying held the soup made by the Holy King, sweat dripped from the tip of his nose when he drank it, Yan Chuyu gently wiped it off with her, and she looked at Song Nianying: "Do you feel warmer?"

Song Nianying nodded, looked at Yan Chuyu who was about to clean up the dishes, and grabbed her skirt.

As soon as she lowered her head, Yan Chuyu noticed that she was wearing a long lake blue dress, and her hair stood up in ancient knots.

She frowned slightly.

Song Nianying looked up at her, "Are you really okay? I'm so haggard, I'm so worried, don't hide it from me."

Looking into her sparkling eyes, Yan Chuyu felt an inexplicable sadness welling up in her chest, "What can I do?"

She's a vampire, a Moonchild, and she's immortal.

Song Nianying was silent for a moment, she stood up, walked to the window, looked at the sunlight outside, "You vampires also fall asleep, don't you?"

Yan Chuyu looked at Song Nianying blankly.

How does Madam know the affairs of the clan so clearly?

Outside the mirror, it's not just Hua Bairou Zuo Die, even Fan Yi is shocked: "Are you still saying that they just met each other not long ago?"

Yan Chuyu stared at Song Nianying, Song Nianying walked to her side, she looked into her eyes with tears streaming down her face, raised her slender fingertips, and gently lowered them to caress the jump.

"Even if you hide it intentionally, it will tell me."

Yan Chuyu looked straight into her eyes: "What?"

Song Nianying's head drooped, changing from the bright and lively one just now, she said sadly: "Chu Yu, do you think, if there is no you in this world, how would I survive?"

Yan Chuyu's eye circles became moist for an instant, goosebumps all over her body, and her heart beat violently.

Song Nianying murmured: "I said, don't hide anything from me, I will definitely find out in the end."

The Holy King had already forgotten everything around her, and she looked at Song Nianying with a good look.

With a wave of Song Nianying's sleeves, a handwriting was revealed on the table of Xiaoye Zitan.

——Don't die, don't die.

The handwriting looks like Yan Chuyu's, and it also looks like Song Nianying's.

Song Nianying looked at her with tears in her eyes: "You know, your spiritual consciousness has already collapsed."

Yan Chuyu touched his chest and took a step back.

At that moment, it was very similar to this moment.

Song Nianying took a step forward, looking into her eyes with resentment: "Do you think it's good for me if you don't tell me? It's for holding hands, you bastard."

Tears rolled down Yan Chuyu's eyes, she took a step forward and hugged Song Nianying.

Song Nianying's head rested on her chest, and tears rolled down her face, burning her heart.

The trembling voice made it even more painful for the Holy King to breathe.

"You are too cruel, how long are you going to hide?"

"Do you think I won't find out if you bear it all by yourself?"

"Do you know how reluctant your spiritual consciousness is, you come to my dream every night, clinging to my hand and writing goodbye."

Don't die, don't die...

Once parted, it is gone forever.

Song Nianying's body trembled, "If it wasn't for protecting me, why would you be in such a mess?"

"Chu Yu...I can't live without you..."

"Promise me that you will wake up."

…

Outside the mirror, Hua Bairou and Zuo Die's mouths were ready to stuff eggs, and they looked at each other in blank dismay.

Fuck.

what's going on? ? ?

Fan Yi couldn't care less about gossip at this time, her body was shrouded in a chill, and she trembled: "How...how could this be?"

Hua Bairou: "What's wrong?"

Fan Yi: "The Holy King is controlling me in reverse, using the illusion I created to find her memory before falling asleep."

Fan Yi wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

At this time, if the Holy King's mood fluctuates too much and shatters the entire illusion, then her own consciousness will be shattered inside.

On weekdays, she can still resist, but now, her body is so bad that she can't bear it at all.

Gu Yuechi is still anxiously preparing medicine outside, and he is so weak that he can't come in.

Then they...

At this time, the martyrs must cut off their wrists.

Fan Yi's hand flipped violently, making the originally clear blue sky become gloomy and windy, and the dark clouds also pressed down.

The Holy King was so sensitive, she immediately turned her head to look out the window, her brows were instantly knotted, she wanted to leave, but at this moment, Song Nianying grabbed her skirt and shook it gently, " Don't go, stay with me, I won't talk about those sad things."

Yan Chuyu was silent for a moment, she raised her hand in the air and hesitated for a moment, and finally landed on the top of Song Nianying's head, stroking gently.

There was a smile on Song Nianying's face, and peach blossoms bloomed in his eyes, "I thought you would be angry with me for a long time this time."

The fingertips were soft and smooth, and Yan Chuyu's voice became a little gentle, "Why should I be angry?"

Why are you angry?

Song Nianying smiled, she raised her head, and pointed to the rooster crowing at the door just now, "Who didn't let me save it, and said cruelly that it would be made into a frozen chicken."

The big rooster staring at the golden comb shrank its head and looked at Yan Chuyu in fear.

Yan Chuyu looked at the chicken suspiciously, then she looked down at Song Nianying again, "Did I say that? Nianying."

Song Nianying looked up into her blue eyes, and said with a smile: "Of course there is, Chu Yu, you are so strange today, why don't you remember anything, and you still call me Nianying, don't you keep calling me Niannian?" Is it?"

——Didn’t you always call me Niannian?

Oops.

Fan Yi's body tensed instantly, and the calm and breezy scene just now disappeared, and she used both hands, trying to control the scattered scene.

The earth trembled in an instant, the wind blew up, the rain poured down, and the small hut swayed in the wind and rain.

Hua Bairou was startled: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

It was a peaceful time just now, like watching an idol drama, why did it suddenly collapse?

Fan Yi shouted loudly: "She has already found out about the Holy King, you bastard, did you already know that this would happen!"

No wonder, she was so careful when she first entered the illusion, she didn't even dare to touch Song Nianying.

Hua Bairou was stunned by the scolding, Zuo Die also complained for her sister, "She found out a long time ago, why didn't she come out?"

Although she has not been a vampire for a long time, she has heard some gossip.

Like Fan Yi, who is very popular around King Shura, she has heard all kinds of stories about her from the vampires in the clan.

They said that although many people went to Fan Yi, they wanted to fulfill the disappointment in their hearts, and to get the sense of loss that they never got after waking up in the illusion like a dream, so that they would not be so lost.

But her illusion can also kill.

There are many vampire spirits who will eventually get lost in the illusion and never return.

Some of them are willing to immerse themselves in the beauty of the illusion, but are unwilling to return to reality and face the desolation.

But there is still a part that was sealed by Fan Yi.

The light in the mirror became brighter and brighter, and there was a piercing sound. Fan Yi covered the light with all his strength, and his ears and nose began to bleed.

"How to do?"

Hua Bairou was also anxious seeing her like this, a faint blue had already floated on the surface of the mirror.

That is the unique aura of the Holy King.

"No, I can't control it anymore. If I wake her up, the illusion will collapse."

Fan Yi's body was getting colder and colder, and she felt her arms were about to freeze.

After hearing her words, Hua Bairou immediately went to the Holy King and pushed her, "Holy King, wake up, wake up!!"

The Holy King remained motionless.

Hua Bairou had no choice but to raise her hand, countless petals fell down, and they turned into children one after another, and went to push the Holy King together.

"Wake up!"

"Wake up..."

Fan Yi's eyes also started to bleed, if this continues, everything will really be out of her control.

Let the king of vampires fall into a state of illusory, not only her head fell, but everyone present could not escape the death penalty.

Zuo Die saw that her sister was still beckoning the children to summon the Holy King, and they were still paying attention to etiquette. At the critical moment, she had to be ruthless and determined. smashed past.