Chapter 905                  I am Feng Kurou

"Put your energy and beware of danger."

Su Hun patted Feng Huan's shoulder and reminded.

Yu Wu was clever and looked up suddenly. After looking at Su Hun, he lowered his head red again, and a thin mosquito and flies nodded.

My whole neck was red, no, I looked like a cooked crab.

Su Hun admitted that the beauty at this time was indeed very tempting and made people want to tease her, but now is it time to think about these things?

"Let's go!"

Su Hun sighed.

"Um."

Yu Huan replied in a low voice, then carefully held Su Hun's arm.

Su Hun felt that Feng Huan's little hands and arms were a little hot.

"Is Yumeng... already so innocent?"

Su Hun was speechless, but after contacting the opposite sex, Yu Huan was like this.

If you get married in the future...

Su Hun gently slapped himself in the face. Now is not the time to think about this.

He restrained his emotions and looked forward, and the surroundings were dark and there was no trace of color.

Human consciousness is what we yearn for the most.

For example, Yumeng, all he saw was a strange red wedding dress.

But today, Yumeng is wearing a white dress. Now this way, it should be the one that Yumeng yearns the most!

But why is Feng Kurou's consciousness space all dead, without any vitality or color?

Does she really have no desire at all?

Walking in Feng Kurou's consciousness space, his purpose was gray and white, and he didn't even have traces of searching for him.

As for the wife, she was still immersed in her little love and did not realize the situation she was facing now.

Is this here to help me?

It would be nice not to cause trouble for yourself.

Suddenly, Su Hun was stunned and a mahogany coffin appeared in front of him.

"How could there be a coffin in Feng Kurou's consciousness?"

Regarding the various things before Feng Kurou, Su Hun suddenly felt a very bad feeling.

He walked over quickly and opened it. Sure enough, Feng Kurou was lying inside.

Feng Kurou is dead, and Feng Kurou in the coffin has no vitality at all.

It should be said that the real Feng Kurou was dead and was buried ten years ago, so her consciousness was so lifeless.

Then Feng Kuru who stayed outside...

She has everything about Feng Kurou, even all the memories. What's going on?

No matter what, let’s wake up Feng Kurou in front of you first.

Su Hun didn't know whether the dead Feng Kurou could be awakened, but he knew that no matter which Feng Kurou was, there was an intimate and inevitable connection before.

If Feng Kurou is squeezing a corpse here, I am afraid that the one outside will transform into a monster from now on.

"Yun, do you have a way to wake her up?"

Su Hun asked.

Then Yu Huan looked at Feng Kurou in the coffin, shook her head after a while, saying that she had nothing to do about it.

"It would be great if the Tianhe Ancient Monument was here."

Su Hun sighed and turned around the coffin.

Suddenly, he found that at the other end of the coffin, there was a pattern of a flower printed on it, red and white.

Looking at the shape of the flower, it looks very similar to the other side of the flower.

But the red shore flower he knew was red, but this one was red and white.

"This strange red spider flower..." Su Hun reached out to touch it.

Boom!

At this moment, the space suddenly vibrated violently, and a terrible storm blew up. The storm swept through and everything disappeared with the naked eye.

"Husband, leave quickly, Feng Kurou's consciousness is disappearing."

The wife said anxiously.

Su Hun's expression also changed suddenly. The disappearance of consciousness has its own attributes. If they cannot leave in time, they will disappear with Feng Kurou's consciousness.

"Walk!"

Su Hun pulled Feng, activated his speed to the extreme, and rushed outward.

However, the storm became stronger and stronger, and the suction force caused was even more terrifying. Su Hun's speed was limited, and there were signs of retreating.

"Oops."

Su Hun's face looked ugly. If it was swept by the storm, his consciousness would die.

This is true death.

"Husband, go quickly."

Feng Huan moved behind Su Hun and pushed him forward desperately.

Su Hun sighed, turned around and looked at Feng Huan with anxiety, and suddenly called out: "Feng Huan!"

"Um?"

The wife raised her head in confusion.

At the moment when Su Hun's vision was intertwined, Su Hun grabbed Yuhun and threw Yuhun out with all his strength.

"You leave first."

Su Hun shouted,

Feng Huan was thrown out of Feng Kurou's consciousness space, while Su Hun was flooded by the storm.

"Damn it, you won't just die like that!"

Su Hun felt an irresistible terrifying force tearing his body.

He knew very well that once his body was torn apart, his consciousness would disappear.

Because this body is condensed with consciousness.

Under the influence of the storm, Su Hun's body gradually became broken.

His eyes were fierce, and he turned around and shot towards the center of the storm.

It was a coffin.

The raging force at the center of the storm should be slightly weaker.

Su Hun tried his best to come to the center, landed beside the coffin, and blasted hard at the pattern on the other side.

I don’t know if his bombing had effect, but the storm was really reducing and disappeared completely after a few minutes.

And his broken consciousness body also recovered quickly.

"I didn't expect you to come here."

Feng Kurou's voice sounded behind him.

Su Hun turned around, and sure enough, Feng Kurou appeared behind her.

"Who are you?"

Su Hun asked.

Those who lie in the coffin should be the real Feng Kuruo.

"I am Feng Kurou."

Feng Kurou smiled at Su Hun.

"The real Feng Kurou is dead."

Su Hun looked at Feng Kurou in the coffin and said.

"If I really die, then who am I?"

Feng Kurou asked with a smile.
To be continued...