Chapter 2565

When Nanrong Huai'an said this, his voice was hoarse and he could not speak, and his tone was trill.

At this time, no one knows what kind of pain he has to suppress to make a sound.

His eyes were red as if they were going to shed blood and tears.

Nan Rong Huai'an's eyes are wet, his throat is rolling, with a choking tone.

His Sophie, his beloved, he wished he could hold it like this, all the time.

Look like this, all the time.

From the fusion of memories, from the knowledge of those memories of the age of demons, he rushed over.

He didn't care about anything. He wanted to see Sophie.

At that moment, he just wanted to see her.

After seeing her, I wish I could integrate her into my blood.

Even kissing is not enough. He wants to prove love in a more intense and profound way.

To show his love.

And he also has a deep sense of insecurity, he wants to use the most primitive way to feel the true love.

He wanted to really feel that Feng Sufei also loved him and didn't leave him.

Nanrong Huai'an also knows that he loves too much this time, and is tired of being plain.

But he can't control his inner feelings.

All the memories poured in. He was too painful and scared.

If he had not known that Sophie's soul was still living in this world, he might have killed himself.

At the beginning, the demon bone was removed in order to enter the reincarnation and find his Sufi.

It's also to treat Sophie well.

But this life, he almost lost Sophie, hurt Sophie.

At the thought of those past, Nanrong Huai'an would hate to stab himself.

Nanrong Huai'an has to use a lot of self-control to control his mood and prevent himself from crying.

It's said that men don't play with tears, just because they don't get to the sad place.

He always thought he was a quiet person, but only he knew that when he met Sophie, all his emotions moved for her.

Nanrong Huai'an was shivering all over. For a long time, he took a deep breath. Then he gently picked up Feng Sufei and went to the bathroom to wash her.

The movement of Nanrong Huai'an is very light, as if it is a treasure.

When cleaning for Feng Sufei, Nan Rong Huai'an can't help kissing her eyebrows and eyes and her skin.

After scrubbing and cleaning for Feng Sufei, he took her to bed again, and Nan Rong Huai'an sighed with satisfaction.

When Nanrong Huai'an is holding fengsufei, it is a kind of domineering posture. It's almost the same as circling fengsufei.

At this time, Nanrong Huai'an is holding the wind and plain, and her spirit is better.

But he was reluctant to close his eyes. He looked at Feng Sufei seriously as if he could not see enough.

And Feng Sufei is really tired and sleeps heavily.

When she fell asleep, she was in a fog.

She faintly heard a voice in front of her. Then she followed the light all the way through the mist and came to a world full of birds and flowers.

There are many people here, all dressed in ancient clothes.

She seemed to hear someone shouting in her ear, "Sophie, Sophie..."

Listening to the voice, she couldn't help but go on, and then she saw a wooden house under the valley. There were trees and grass in front of the wood house, and a small river. The scenery was beautiful.

Then she saw a woman who looked like her, about 17 or 18 years old, in an orange dress and carrying a basket out.

The woman walked not far, and saw a faint man on the Bank of the lower reaches of the river.