The white and slender fingers fell on the mask, and with a very casual and free movement, he took off the mask from his face.
The first thing that Xi Yue met was a pair of graceful and elegant peach blossom eyes, which were dark and deep, as if they were sparkling and dazzling, but in fact they were a bottomless abyss with no bottom to be seen.
Afterwards, Xi Yue saw the man's face. His features were as delicate as a painting, with an innate charm, as if the beautiful landscape was painted with the most gorgeous sunset and the most dazzling blood color. It was so beautiful and moving, yet also so dark and gloomy that people would feel cold all over if they looked at it for a long time.
Xi Yue also felt a chill all over her body, but it was not because of the blood-red beauty, but because she was too familiar with this face, too familiar with it.
There were so many days and nights when she and the boy relied on each other and advanced and retreated together.
But now, everything in the past seems to have become a dream.
Xi Yue clenched her hands into fists. After a long while, she finally uttered a word from her hoarse throat: "Unknown, how could it be you?"
Why are you Wei Zixi? ! Wei Zixi is you? !
The man in red opposite, Wei Zixi looked at her quietly, his eyebrows were rarely gentle, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "It has always been me."
Xi Yue's voice suddenly rose, like an elegantly played song that suddenly broke due to a broken string, "Are you really the Xi Weizhi who has been with me since the Savage Continent, who has accompanied me through thousands of years of time and space, and who has saved me from danger many times?!"
She still didn't want to believe it, she refused to believe it, she hoped that the unknown would give her a negative answer!
Xi Yue could accept that Wei Zixi in the illusion was the high priest of the divine realm who had been plotting against her and Ji Mingyu.
But how could she accept that Xi Weizhi, whom she had always regarded as a brother and a relative, was actually the Wei Zixi who had pushed her into desperate situations time and time again and almost killed Ji Mingyu? !
Wei Zixi's eyes also became gentle. He took a few steps forward and got closer to her, so that he could see her flawless face more clearly and smell the faint and clear medicinal fragrance on her body.
He said: "Xiyue, if you can only look at me, if you belong to me alone, I don't mind being Xi Weizhi for the rest of my life."
These were touching words of love, and also the most sincere promise Wei Zixi had ever made.
But Xiyue only felt cold hands and feet and a buzzing in her head.
She trembled and said, "Xi Weizhi, tell me, why?!"
Wei Zixi did not answer her question, but turned his wrist, and a tiny ice-blue lotus soon appeared in his palm. He smiled leisurely: "Rather than asking why, shouldn't Xiyue be more concerned about her own wood origin?"
The moment the ice-blue lotus appeared, Xi Yue's heart suddenly contracted. The connection between the Origin of Wood and the Secret Lotus of Galan became incomparably strong and could no longer be ignored.
What's even more terrifying is that because the Origin of Wood is in a state of restrained breathing, the control and attraction of the Secret Lotus of Galan has surpassed the Origin of Wood.
In other words, as long as Wei Zixi wanted, he could easily strip away the wood essence from her body.
However, Xi Yue was not worried about these things at the moment. She quickly looked at the round ball of light beside her, and then landed on the ice-blue lotus. Her voice trembled, "Is this the Kalan Secret Lotus?"
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"What is in the grinding space?" (To be continued)