The heavy rain is pouring, and the rain curtain is Xiaoxiao.
Zhao Wujiang stood in the rain, holding the hatchet tightly in his hand.
At this moment, his hand holding the hatchet was trembling, and there was a gentle smile on his cheek.
The figure in the rain curtain in front is full of energy and magnanimity, with extraordinary bearing.
He is a handsome young man.
The eyebrows are picturesque.
The long-lost majesty, the familiar softness.
So long ago, yet so real.
The past was as vivid as yesterday, and he couldn't tell whether it was reality or an illusion.
In the dream, I didn’t know that I was a guest.
He is a guest, but not in the dream.
Expecting an answer, he asked in a deep voice:
"Jinger?"
Jing'er in the rain didn't speak, she just stared at him blankly.
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"Who are you?"
Disguised as a man, wearing a white jade robe, the handsome Xuanyuan Jing stared blankly at the man in the pouring rain and roared.
A bolt of lightning flashed across the gray sky, illuminating the man in the rain.
Xuanyuan Jing stepped out of this small ruined temple in Chiyang Tian, one of the nine heavens in the Middle-earth God's Domain, a small mortal country. The rain did not mess up her picturesque features, but it soaked her heart.
The man was dressed in the attire of a mountain villager and was holding a rusty hatchet. His appearance was similar to that of Zhao Wujiang.
Xuanyuan Jing saw the man talking, but through the rain, she couldn't see or hear the words clearly.
She opened the folding fan in her hand, revealing mountains and rivers, and the talismans were all gone. She walked towards the man step by step.
The man also walked towards her step by step.
The two of them stayed three steps away from each other. Xuanyuan Jing saw the man's deep eyes. Her nose suddenly sore, and the heavy rain made her lips turn white and tremble:
"Borderless?"
She caught the trembling eyes of the man in front of her, confirming her question.
Her long autumn eyes were full of moisture. She took two steps closer, trembling all over, and tried to hug the person in front of her.
The next moment, she jumped into the air and passed through the figure in the rain curtain that was so familiar to her soul.
"Wow..."
She cried loudly, unable to contain the sadness in her heart any longer, and the torrential rain burst into her eyes.
She squatted on the ground and tried to hold her lover's hands, but in the end she only held herself. Her whole body was shaking, and her shoulders were heaving and twitching.
She knew that she could no longer deceive herself, that everything was just an illusion.
All extravagant desires and desires are just illusions.
The figure in the rain curtain now was just like what she had seen in her dreams for hundreds of days and nights.
So close yet so far, so real, it made her miss countless times.
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Zhao Wujiang wanted to hug Xuanyuan Jing who was crying in the heavy rain.
But he couldn't do it. No matter how hard he tried, all he touched was cold rain.
Is this an illusion in the fog of Youdu?
But why is the person in front of me so real?
But if it wasn't an illusion, why couldn't he hear Jing'er's voice and why couldn't he touch it?
Zhao Wujiang reopened the damaged oil-paper umbrella, squatted down, and quietly squatted next to Jing'er's figure in the rain curtain, covering her from the pouring rain.
Xuanyuan Jing's figure in the rain curtain seemed to feel something, he stopped sobbing, and stared at Zhao Wujiang with side eyes.
Zhao Wujiang opened his mouth and thought of something.
What if it's real, what if it's not a phantom?
He shouted anxiously:
"Daolian, Daolian secret realm!"
He doesn't know where Xuanyuan Jing is now, but in order to prevent himself from not seeing Xuanyuan Jing when he goes to Renzong, he can agree on a time and place to meet.
In recent times, the best time and place is Daolian Secret Realm.
But when he roared out of Daolian's secret realm, Xuanyuan Jing's figure in the rain curtain quickly dissipated, fading a bit in the blink of an eye.
The two looked at each other, and he kept shouting:
"Jing'er, Daolian's secret realm, Daolian!"
"The secret realm of Daolian..."
"Daolian secret..." He roared three times, but before he heard the reply, Xuanyuan Jing's figure disappeared.
He squatted in the rain, still holding an umbrella for the seat where Xuanyuan Jing's figure had just been.
The rain pattered.
It was a rain that soaked his heart, and the surrounding water was misty. He seemed to have fallen into a dream and never woke up.
