Chapter 457 Son of God (1)
Looking at the stars
I see your sleeping face
When I feel
Heartache
I will do it for you
Sing a song, a song of calming the soul
Tears fell into the ice and snow, with a dripping sound, and the cold ice surface seemed to stir up ripples.
Wei Ning stared inside in a daze, and saw her own face slowly appearing in the swirling ripples.
"Close your eyes." Nightmare said softly.
Wei Ning was stunned for a moment, then closed her eyes as she was told. She felt someone grabbing her hand and taking her to her feet. They walked through a cold world and gradually heard the sound of someone talking.
"Your Highness Wuji , there is no daylight at night, so you can't see her appear." A sinister and evil voice spoke.
This voice is very familiar, it’s Wujiang!
Wei Ning opened her eyes, and suddenly a cold wind blew over, bringing bursts of biting chill. She saw a cold pool of water, with cold moonlight scattered in it, and the floating light swaying.
There was a man in a black robe standing in the pool, his face slightly turned away, with an evil and cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
"It doesn't matter. The night is coming to an end." An elegant voice sounded, mixed with the sound , and the aroma of mellow wine spread in the wind.
Wei Ning's heart moved, and he looked in the direction of the voice, and was suddenly dazzled by a dazzling purple color.
The night slowly faded, the figure in white danced, and the long purple hair was like a streak of purple light falling from the sky, so gorgeous and dazzling that it overshadowed all the colors in the world.
"Mo Wuji..." Wei Ning muttered, and tried to walk over, but Yan behind him grabbed his hand. He said calmly and cruelly: "Don't be delusional. What you see is not real, it's just a memory ."
Wei Ning felt a sudden pain in his heart, as if someone had stabbed him with a knife.
It's just a memory...
She bit her lip, slowly took a step back, and continued to look calmly at her memory of the things that happened long ago.
It was a wide pond with lotus flowers planted in it. At night, the lotus flowers were dyed into ink-black by the darkness, blooming desolately under the cold moonlight.
Beside the pool, there is a tall olive tree with lush branches and leaves. A man with purple hair sits lazily on a slanting branch, holding a wine jug in one hand and gently twisting the wine glass with the other. Dazzling purple light surrounds his fingertips, emitting a light as bright as daylight.
In the light, the enchanting face loomed, delicate, lazy, noble and aloof.
"Hmph." The man standing in the pool turned around, his black robe fluttering, his pale and bloodless face with a gloomy expression and an evil smile.
There were countless blooming ink-colored lotuses under his robe, like waves of black mist surrounding him as he emerged from the water.
"Your Highness Wuji, when the world was first created, only you and Lord Yan were born. You are the pride of the gods, and we are just messengers guarding the throne of the emperor. The disparity is so great that your favored look upon us makes us panic."
"Will she be frightened too?" Mo Wuji smiled in the purple light, so noble and extraordinary.
Wujiang smiled and said, "I don't know about this. You know, she and I can never meet."
"Although you are close, you are different after all." Mo Wuji said lightly.
