When the love becomes strong, the love turns thin

Feng Yao slowly opened his eyes and looked at the shadow.

Shadow panicked for a moment.

"So, now, should you answer me, who are you?" Feng Yao asked.

Seeing that he was awake, the shadow immediately wanted to leave.

He rushed out of the house, only to find that the whole house, at some point, turned out to be like a quagmire, making it impossible for people to move naturally.

After pounced several times, I couldn't move an inch.

"Don't bother, I set up a quagmire formation in this room, not to mention you, even myself, it's very difficult to move." Feng Yao didn't try to sit up.

He himself knows the enchantment he set up, because he doesn't know the origin of the shadow, nor his strength.

So the formation is set up with the entire room as the boundary, even he is also in the formation.

After hearing his words, Shadow tilted his head and didn't know what to think.

"Can you say it now? Who are you? Why are you here?" Feng Yao asked slowly.

"Before I answer you, I still have a doubt. If you solve my doubt, maybe I will be willing to answer your question." Shadow said.

Feng Ruo thought about it.

"Well, what doubts do you have, if I answer, tell me who you are?"

To answer only one question, Feng Yao chose to ask who the shadow is.

"As the left envoy of the heavens, you must be well-informed. Then you think that if the heavenly king raises a flower that is extremely confusing, from a seed, to blooming, and finally withering, the heavenly king will be confused. Mind, and if it confuses the mind, is it that the original thoughts have been enlarged and affected, or have they been confused and changed?" Shadow finally asked this tangled question.

After hearing this, Feng Ruo was speechless for a while.

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The shadow didn't bother him either, allowing him to think.

After a while, Feng Yao finally said, "Your question is actually not one question, it should be two questions. If I answered you, but you only answered me one question, wouldn't it be a disadvantage to me?"

Why is this? Shadow thought he was going to say something, but he didn't expect to care about it.

"Then what do you want?"

"Of course, one question is another question. Your first question is easy to say, but the second question is extremely tricky. I have to think hard, how can I give you the answer so easily."

Seems to make sense, Simple Shadow thought.

"Then, what question do you want to ask?" Although it makes sense, Shadow still needs to figure out what question Feng Yao wants to ask.

It's really easy to be fooled, if it's Feng Ruo, just don't ask the first question, just answer the second question.

Feng Ruo shook off this thought, and carefully wanted to ask something.

Simple people are easy to fool, but after experiencing Yuluo, Feng Yao also knows that simple people, even if they are as smart as him, dare not provoke them easily.

So as not to be backlashed.

So think about this second question carefully.

After thinking carefully for a long time, Feng Yao finally thought of the question to ask: "What is the connection between this village and Zhenjun?"

The shadow couldn't prevent him from directly telling the true king, so he immediately recruited him.

"You, I can't answer this question for you, you can ask another one."

Feng Yao knew that Shadow would not answer this question, and did not expect to get an answer.

It was just a test.

"Since you can't answer, why don't you tell me who you are first?"

Shadow did not refuse, and said directly: "Brother Fengyao, I am Yuan Ruo'er."

Feng Yao was a little surprised. Although she had guessed, she didn't expect it to be the whispering Yuan Ruo'er.

At this moment, his mind was full of thoughts.

On the contrary, there was a sense of peace on the face.

"Yuan Ruo'er, you...it's actually you. You weren't serving Zhenjun on Wuming Hill, why did you come to this existence thousands of miles away?"

Yuan Ruo'er frowned, he didn't know how to deal with this question, so he could only say: "Brother Feng Yao, you haven't answered my question yet."

"Oh, yes, I should answer you." Seeing that the question could not be followed, Feng Yao replied.

What Yuan Ruo'er asked was if Tianjun raised a flower that was extremely confusing, from a seed, to blooming, and finally withered, would Tianjun be confused, and if he was confused, what would happen? Is it because the original idea has been expanded and affected, or has been confused and changed.

Feng Ruo didn't dare to delve into this issue once he thought about it.

It is impossible for Tianjun to raise some flowers that confuse the mind. Even if he did, Yuan Ruo'er would not know about it, and even if he knew, he would not care.

But he chose to ask Tianjun, that is to say, in his opinion, this person who grows flowers is at the same level as Tianjun.

The identity of this person is ready to be revealed.

And the answer to the first question actually exists.

"Flowers worthy of Tianjun's personal cultivation must be rare plants that are hard to find in the world. They have their own uniqueness, so the power of confusion is also extraordinary. If it is really cultivated from seed to wither, the strange plants have spirits, not to mention the cultivation process. In the middle, whether it can confuse the mind, when it withers, it will inevitably leave traces of existence in the world. Even if it is a worldly power, it is difficult to be affected by it."

Yuan Ruo'er was stunned after hearing this.

So Zhenjun, as expected, was also influenced by the demon flower.

"Well, if you are confused, will it change?" He murmured.

Feng Ruo did not answer.

"Brother Feng Yao, can you tell me?" Yuan Ruo'er looked at Feng Yao helplessly, he couldn't answer Feng Yao's question, and could only hope that Feng Yao would tell him the answer.

Feng Yao looked at his innocent and ignorant eyes, and was silent for a while.

Yuan Ruoer lowered her head in disappointment.

"It doesn't really matter if it changes at all."

Yuan Ruo'er raised her head immediately.

"Even if there are no so-called demon flowers and monsters to confuse the mind, people may actually change their minds. What a five- or six-year-old child wants is nothing more than a toy, a piece of sweet candy, and what a teenager wants is new clothes. I am the happiest when I get silver money when I am young...so it doesn’t matter whether the original idea is induced or bewitched to produce new changes.”

"But, but..." Yuan Ruo'er always felt that something was wrong.

"The important thing is that it has changed, and there is no going back." Feng Yao sighed.

Since it is a flower raised by the True Monarch himself, the extraordinary power of delusion, the True Monarch may not necessarily be able to resist it.

"Ruo'er, what kind of flower is that? It can't be a flower with the power of delusion. If it's only for this purpose, what's the use of raising it?" Feng Yao asked.

Yuan Ruo'er recalled the appearance of that flower, it was a flower as red as blood, and just looking at it made one's heart palpitate.

Zhenjun always raises it by himself and irrigates it with spiritual power. Over 500 years, more than ten flowers have grown slowly, three are similar, and seven are the same, but these ten flowers, from the first flower to the first one Ten, not a single flower has ever bloomed.

And from the moment a flower grows, there is a bewildering power. Once Yuan Ruo'er accidentally approached, she felt as if she fell in love with someone who didn't know her face.

This is really terrible, there is no specific appearance, but Yuan Ruo'er thinks for no reason that she likes this person very much.

The real person pulled him away at the time, and it took him a month to get out of that feeling.

Never dare to approach that flower again, that demon flower.

The real person stayed in that cave for 500 years, except for the occasional few times when he went out, he always, always stayed with that flower.

He was worried, but Masato calmed down his worries with a gentle smile.

"Yuan Ruo'er, as long as you stay by my side, it doesn't matter." The real person looked at him tenderly with eyes that he couldn't understand.

He also made up his mind at that time that he would always, always stay by the real person's side.

However, now that the demon flower has faded for more than ten years, why does the real person still miss that cave and seldom come out?

The hat that hangs down to the ground blocks the prying eyes of the envoys from the heavens, or the white and flawless face of a real person...

While thinking, he described the demon flower to Feng Yao.

But suddenly, as if a needle had been inserted into his head, he felt a severe pain.

The pain came so suddenly and so intensely, even in the mire, Yuan Ruo'er's thin body still bent to the ground irresistibly.

Then tremble violently.

Feng Yao could hear his unstoppable cries of pain, but couldn't see his condition.

I was anxious to get up, but I couldn't control my body at all, and couldn't move at all.

He managed to reach the compass at hand and stopped the formation.

Immediately turned over and got out of bed, holding Yuan Ruoer who was trembling on the ground.

Yuan Ruo'er was about to faint from the pain, her head seemed about to explode, but she couldn't faint.

"Feng Yao...Brother, help...help me...It hurts...It hurts..." He covered his head and asked Feng Yao for help.

Feng Yao held his head and didn't notice anything unusual.

No trace of spells.

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But Yuan Ruo'er was about to roll in pain.

Because she didn't know the reason, Feng Yao didn't dare to infuse spiritual power easily, so she had to hug Yuan Ruo'er tightly, release all the spiritual power at the same time, and build a spiritual wall of spiritual energy around the two of them.

If there is a black hand, this should be able to block it.

"Don't be afraid, Ruo'er, it's okay, it's okay." He could only comfort Yuan Ruo'er like this.

The pain in Yuan Ruo'er's head suddenly reached its peak, he screamed, and finally passed out.

Feng Yao was startled, and tried quickly, only to find that he just fainted, and was relieved.

Yuan Ruo'er's face was pale, and she looked extremely weak.

The room was still filled with the smell of the incense candle he lit, Feng Yao stood up, ready to pick up the incense stick on the ground.

But in a trance, the incense was right in front of my eyes, but I couldn't touch it with my outstretched hand.

Feng Yao shook her head, and stretched out her hand again, wanting to pick up that stick of incense.

Miss again.

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