The sun rays illuminated the blood red spider lilies with its radiance making the battlefield look like a river of blood.
A young man lay dying in this field, his voice was filled with grievance, "FenFen, you promised me."
Fengdu immediately sat up, thinking of the dream he just had, he frowned, he had not had such a dream in a very long time.
He stood up. His time as Malik had provided him with so much psychological notes that Fengdu could diagnose himself.
Grief with intrusive recall, there is also a heavy heaping of guilt.
Anouk. His precious dove. Fengdu smiled as he stepped out of his bedroom. Very soon, the time of his lover's reincarnation would be over and he could harvest his soul and bring him back home.
Fengdu would do it himself. He would kill Anouk himself. The thought made a small smile appear on the blind immortal's face. He waved his sleeves and in an instant, he stood on the bank of the Yangtze River.
