The group's beloved wife: She is the phoenix, she is the king

Chapter 455 Looking for Her in the Mist

The answer you want is actually always hidden in those moments.

Fan Nuoxi looked at the tower shrouded in mist in front of him and subconsciously wanted to go in, but after taking a few steps, he stopped.

Why is it that the two places I visited both blocked Chun Che's approach to varying degrees?

Could it really be because of the curse he uttered?

But this illusion belongs to me, how could I be controlled by it?

For no reason, Fan Nuoxi felt that the answer he wanted was in this Wuxun Tower.

About a quarter of an hour later, Fan Nuoxi passed through layers of formations and arrived in front of the tower.

Looking at the plaque up close, she felt a pang of pain in her heart, "Have I ever had any connection with this tower before?"

"Or is there something in this tower that will make me sad?"

"Never mind, let's go in and take a look first!"

Fan Nuoxi suppressed the discomfort in her heart, gritted her teeth and pushed open the door.

Outside the door, it was all white; inside the door, it was all white.

The difference is that the door will subconsciously attract Fan Nuoxi to go deeper.

As the saying goes, once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. The moment Fan Nuoxi entered the tower, the door was closed.

The moment the door closed, Wuxunta and she disappeared from Chunche's sight.

Chun Che looked at the tower that was disappearing quickly, dropped the hot water bottle in his hand and rushed towards Yun Wu, "Nuo Xi!"

Perhaps it was due to the disappearance of the Wuxun Tower or for some other reason, Chunche did not encounter any obstacles this time. What he encountered was only endless clouds and mist, as well as the excruciating pain that tore his heart apart.

The vine-like pattern on his arm glowed with golden light under the stimulation of the clouds and mist, and seemed to have grown a little longer.

In the end, Chun Che fainted from the severe pain.

After he fell, the clouds and mist around him retreated, disappearing along with him, leaving only a bottomless abyss in his place.

Inside the Wuxun Tower.

Fan Nuoxi used his spiritual power to create a strong wind, blowing away the clouds.

After the clouds and mist were blown away, several crystal coffins wrapped in fairy air slowly emerged...

With just one glance, tears began to fall from Fan Nuoxi's eyes.

From time to time, a very familiar smell was emanating from several coffins, which made her heart ache.

How wonderful it would be if this was an illusion...

She seemed to be in disbelief and fear, so she stood there trembling, staring at the coffins.

Looking from afar, there were both men and women lying in the coffins, and it seemed that they had been lying there for many years.

After a long time, Fan Nuoxi mustered up his courage and walked towards the coffin step by step.

When I got closer, I saw that there were three coffins in total, and the other two were illusions reflected by the coffins themselves.

There were three coffins, and only the middle one contained a woman. The other two coffins seemed to contain the woman's burial objects.

The area around the coffin was shrouded in mist and clouds, and nothing else could be seen clearly.

Through the surface of the coffin, one can vaguely see that the woman in the coffin is extremely beautiful.

Look at her, with long golden hair, a pair of cute horns, and colorful wings on both sides of her shoulders covering her sleeves, she looks like an angel descending to earth. It makes people want to get close to her but also feel afraid of disturbing her.

Right now, he seems to be just asleep.

Fan Nuoxi looked at her through the coffin, tears falling more and more fiercely.

"Why is there such a cute little guy here? Can you please stand up and tell me who you are?"

"Little guy, open your eyes and look at me, okay?"

As soon as Fan Nuoxi saw the person in the coffin, his heart felt like it was being cut open, and it hurt so much that it couldn't beat normally.

"I always feel like I've seen you before, but why... I just can't remember you..."

"Are you scared lying here alone?"

"Are you doing this on purpose for me to see? I want to get to know you again!"

Fan Nuoxi reached out and touched the coffin, choking with sobs.

"Would you mind not sleeping?"

The tears would inevitably fall onto the coffin, but what Fan Nuoxi didn't know was that after her tears fell on the closed coffin, they actually seeped down.

Because it was a crystal coffin, Fan Nuoxi couldn't see the scene inside the coffin very clearly, so she didn't know that her tears would more or less fall on the face and body of the little guy in the coffin...

I don’t know how long Fan Nuoxi cried. A shadow that matched the figure in the coffin slowly appeared not far from the coffin.

The shadow said silently, "Dear Master..."

Yes, this is the dumpling that has disappeared for a long time.

The moment the shadow appeared, the wool felt necklace on Fan Nuoxi's neck broke off silently and fell onto the coffin.

The necklace actually went straight through the surface of the coffin and fell onto Tuanzi's body.

Fan Nuoxi saw this scene clearly.

Thinking of the shape of the wool felt and the appearance of the woman in the coffin, Fan Nuoxi suddenly understood something.

The necklace she was wearing must have a lot to do with this little guy.

But why...it became like this...

Fan Nuoxi couldn't help but squatted down with his back against the coffin, sniffing painfully, "There must have been a lot of unforgettable things between us, but why would I forget you?"

Tuanzi's shadow couldn't help but reach out to Fan Nuoxi, but was destined to fail.

Thinking of the name of the tower, Fan Nuoxi laughed at himself, "Wuxun Tower, it turns out to be Wuxun her..."

"But I just want to find it!"

Afterwards, Fan Nuoxi told Tuanzi's coffin a lot of things that had happened recently, and Tuanzi's shadow heard everything clearly.

Later on, Fan Nuoxi actually fell asleep leaning against the coffin. Even when she was asleep, there were still crystal tears on her face.

Seeing this, Tuanzi's phantom slowly squatted in front of Fan Nuoxi, reached out and touched Fan Nuoxi's face, "My dear master, Tuanzi misses you so much..."

After saying this, the shadow disappeared completely.

……

In her sleep, Fan Nuoxi dreamed of many past events related to Tuanzi. This was the first time she had such a dream since Tuanzi disappeared.

Fan Nuoxi couldn't help but silently recite Tuanzi's name thousands of times.

Tuanzi, how could I forget you?

Dreams may be long or short, but sooner or later you will have to wake up.

The moment she suddenly woke up, Fan Nuoxi couldn't help but burst into tears. When she recalled the surroundings, she quickly got up and wanted to take another good look at Tuanzi.

However, the person she wanted to see had disappeared along with the coffin. Only the wool felt necklace at her feet was still lying there, and there was only a vast expanse of white around her.

Seeing this, Fan Nuoxi slowly squatted down, picked up the necklace, held it in her palm, and burst into tears.

"Duanzi..."

"Why are you leaving me again?"

"Tuanzi, can you come back?"

"..."

After a long time, Fan Nuoxi put on the necklace again and staggered into the depths of the clouds.

She also wanted to stay here, but the illusion inexplicably gave her new tasks and controlled her behavior to a certain extent.

That's how this scene happened.

The new task is to explore the entire Wuxun Tower, but there is no mention of any rewards.

This was really painful for Fan Nuoxi. She just wanted to stay on the first floor and guard that small space, but her feet were no longer under her control...

In this way, Fan Nuoxi stayed alone in the Wuxun Tower for half a month.

Half a month later, Fan Nuoxi appeared in the palace where Chunche had placed her, and Chunche also appeared with her.

In just half a month, the pattern on Chunche's arm had grown from one inch to cover his entire arm. He was as cold as ice and couldn't be woken up lying in bed.

"Chun Che, wake up!"

"Why is it so cold?"

Fan Nuoxi reached out and touched Chunche's forehead, but the cold touch stimulated her so much that she immediately retracted her hand.

After struggling for a while, Fan Nuoxi reached out and felt his pulse, "I'm sorry!"

The vibration from his fingertips was slow and weak, making Fan Nuoxi's brows unable to relax. When she saw the clearly visible lines on his hands, her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

This... isn't this a curse planted tens of thousands of years ago to punish a special kind of criminal?

When he lifted up his sleeves and saw the message conveyed by the lines, Fan Nuoxi almost broke Chunche's hand.

He...actually became like this because he likes...likes me!

This...isn't this really just fabrication?

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This chapter's screenwriter: Fan Nuoxi

Art Direction: The author

Friendly performance: Wrapped in Mist