手心影视

Faced with the woman who had fallen to the ground with a loud thud and buried her face in the flowers, Feng Xia felt a rare strong sense of speechlessness.

Come on, we are old acquaintances. Is this how you react when old friends meet?

After three breaths of silence, Feng Xia suddenly raised his foot and gave her a kick.

“Ow, ouch, ouch, ouch…”

The woman screamed out in pain. She covered her butt and jumped up. “You asshole, how can you kick me?!”

Feng Xia shrugged and smiled nonchalantly. “It’s not the first time I’ve kicked you. Why can’t I kick you?”

He took a step forward and locked his gaze on this woman. There was an inexplicable light flickering in his eyes.

“Speaking of which, we’ve met at least a few hundred times. Until now, I still don’t know your name.”

“My name?”

The woman was stunned again when she heard the question. She smacked her lips and squeezed out a few words after a long while. “Yes, what’s my name?”

Feng Xia was stunned when he heard that.

When this woman was in the dream, she could not remember her name. Now that she had woken up from the dream and the two of them met in reality, she still could not remember her name!

How bad was this fellow’s memory?

“You really don’t remember your name?”

“I don’t remember!” The woman replied quite self-righteously. She placed one hand on her waist and waved her other hand at Feng Xia. “How can a name cause trouble? If I’ve forgotten it, then so be it. If you really can’t accept it, then give me one!”

“…Xiao Dingdang?” Feng Xia thought for a moment and asked tentatively.

“It’s not nice.”

“… Da Dingdang?”

“Do you really know how to give names?”

“Long Shelan?”

“Hey, don’t think I can’t tell that you’re snickering!”

As she spoke, the woman smacked her lips again. “It’s really strange. When I go to the dreamland, it’s to have fun with the young lady. Why do I run into you every time I go there?”

Feng Xia: “?”

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

What did you say you were doing in the dreamland?!

“This is why, of course.”

After a moment of silence, Feng Xia stretched out a hand. Soul force fluctuations slowly condensed into a Primeval Green Lotus in his palm.

Floating Dream Three Lives Technique!

The green lotus floated in Feng Xia’s palm, but it seemed to be rooted in the primeval atmosphere. It rose and fell, spinning slowly and moving rhythmically. If one looked at it a few more times, one would easily become attracted and intoxicated.

“Eh… So it’s this!”

In the face of such a situation, the woman blinked a few times and suddenly pounded her own palm. Her face was filled with realization as she rushed forward. “Old man, you’re actually not dead yet? You made me sad for more than 3,000 years. Indeed, a scourge can last for thousands of years…”

Feng Xia continued, “?”

Listen to this, listen to this. Is this what a human would say?

Oh right, he had almost forgotten…

The woman in front of him was not human at all.

She was the spirit of the Heavenly Stairway. At the same time, she was also the woman who had asked the Seventh Prince to repay his debt in the dream realm.

It was also because of this that every time Feng Xia saw this woman in her dream, the details of her “persona” would change slightly.

The people in the dream naturally could not sense it.

However, Feng Xia noticed it.

What was worth mentioning was how the Seventh Prince ended up owing her so many precious stones. Feng Xia was still confused up till now, but there was one thing he was quite clear about—

This woman would always use the Seventh Prince’s name to secretly look for the Seventh Prince’s wife who had returned to her maiden home…

Well, he did not know anything else.

“As expected, you’re the weapon that my master left behind back then!”

Feng Xia stared at her and said slowly.

The woman stood up again and smacked her lips a few times. She took off her hairpin and let her hair fall naturally. Then, she shook her head in disappointment. “So you’re the old man’s disciple. Seeing that you’re so young, I don’t think he took you in himself… Where did you find his inheritance?”

Feng Xia was still confused. “?”

Please, why do you assume that Patriarch Chenhai is dead!

“My master is… Oh, I mean Patriarch Chenhai is still alive. I met him not long ago. Master saw that I was talented and outstanding, so he taught me the Floating Dream Three Lives Technique.”

“What? He’s still not dead? What a pity.”

This time, it was the woman’s turn to be surprised. She was dumbfounded for a long time before she finally smacked her lips and sat down again. She wrapped her arms around her legs, wanting to bury her face in her knees.

After an unknown period of time, just as Feng Xia thought that this fellow had fallen asleep, the woman squeezed out a few words like a mosquito buzzing.

“And then?”

“Then I left the Ancient Forsaken Land.”

Feng Xia sat down beside her and looked up at the sky, recalling those days. “Master treated me very well, but he was suppressed in the Ancient Forsaken Land and could not break free even after 3,000 years.”

As he spoke, he straightened his back slightly and said solemnly.

“This is also the biggest reason why I left the Ancient Forsaken Land. I need to become strong enough and find a way to break the seal to save Master from the 3,000 years of suppression.”

Clap clap clap.

The woman clapped her hands weakly and sighed. “What you say makes sense, but what does this have to do with me?”

“Don’t you want to save the patriarch?” Feng Xia stared at her with a strange expression.

“If he’s really being suppressed, then I do feel like doing that.”

The woman shook her head forcefully. Her long hair swayed, slapping Feng Xia in the face. “But the problem now is… Ever since the old man kidnapped Wu Guan, I swore that I would never forgive him!”

“So there’s still such a complicated story… Ah, wait, what did you say just now? Who did Master kidnap?”

“Wu Guan!”

The woman hugged her knees and replied excitedly without turning her head, “Goddess Wu Guan! She was the number one goddess in the world back then. I wanted to woo her, but before I could do anything, she was snatched away by the old man.”

“…” Feng Xia was dumbfounded and could not say a word.

As there were too many flaws in the story, he actually could not find a good place to start complaining.

“Then do you know who suppressed the patriarch?”

After a long time, Feng Xia asked while gritting his teeth.

“Who?” The woman’s reaction was not unexpected.

“Wu Guan! The person who suppressed the patriarch is the person you called Wu Guan!”

Feng Xia lowered his voice and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, “3,000 years of suppression, not being able to choose whether to live or die!”

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