That's right, the cause is the punishment for spying on the heavens.

Han Feng couldn't find out the cause of Wei Ping's illness, so naturally he didn't have the ability to treat it, so he had to watch Wei Ping's body weaken day by day.

However, he is not a fool, and he has guessed a little bit when he sees that the inheritance of Xungu has a divination technique.

"Wei Ping, tell me if you have ever divined the heavens!" Han Feng said with a cold expression: "How can you learn that kind of harmful thing!"

"Hurt whom?"

"Hurt yourself!"

Wei Ping lay on the bed and said with a weak smile: "Ahem, that's not harmful, I think it's good." ”

"Okay!,...... you," Han Feng choked as he spoke, and he wanted to ask a lot, did you use the divination technique......?

Wei Ping looked at the tent with a relaxed expression, and said slowly: "The skill of divination can realize the long-cherished wish of the diviner, and it is also suitable for passing it on." Han Feng, do you say that we should merge the Valley-Seeking Valley together? In this case, in the future, your disciples in the valley will be trapped in the formation, and my disciples will be able to save you. ”

“…… Good. ”

The final point of the memory fragment is an enlarged Han Feng face, his face with worry, nervousness, and a lot of attachment hidden in his eyes.

It all came to an abrupt end, and a few seconds later, Luo An'an heard a sigh of a breeze......

Han Feng, I love you.

Wei Ping didn't say anything that he had hidden in his heart for the rest of his life until he died.

He hadn't heard the words that Han Feng had been able to say, but he was still satisfied.

The drizzling illusion is over.

There was a quiet sobbing sound in the cave, Luo An'an thought that she was crying, but when she was shocked, she found that although there were tears on her face, she did not make a single sound. Who is the one who is crying?

Luo An'an walked forward with the night pearl in his hand, and with each step, the light illuminated an inch more of the road. A little further on, you will see a bed.

On the bed sat a young man dressed in a vegetarian dress, holding a dress in his arms, and was crying quietly at the moment.

That face......

Luo An looked at it steadily, it was Han Feng! He was holding the dress that Wei Ping was wearing when he died!

An Baobao is more frightened than everything at the moment, could it be that Han Feng, the ancestor of the Lost Valley, is not dead! No, more than 10,000 years have passed since this happened, if Han Feng hadn't ascended, he would have passed away a long time ago.

Luo An calmed down and squinted. It turned out to be a remnant thought.

Han Feng cried and read: "I can't save him, I can't even keep his soul, and even his soul has disappeared!"

The whimpering cry brought tears to the listener's eyes, and it sounded pitiful.

Luo An'an didn't dare to disturb, so he had to secretly think in his heart: the memory fragment just now should be Wei Ping's, not Han Feng's.

In the retrospective memory, Han Feng's image is far clearer than Wei Ping's, so clear that every eyelash is clear. On the contrary, Wei Ping's own image is blurred.

Luo Anan can understand Wei Ping's silent love, only by paying attention to each other at all times can she remember everything about the other party very clearly!

And every time Han Feng wants to break up with him, the weather becomes gloomy. This is exactly Wei Ping's mood!

An Baobao shook his head and sighed at the sad remnants of crying, one of the feelings of these two people was hidden before death, and the other was said after death. I missed it. It's a shame to think about it.

Generally, the remnants of the thoughts are the result of unfulfilled wishes, and one only touched his nose. Who let her break in with nothing to do, now it's okay, it's going to take on some cause and effect.

After Han Feng's remnants had cried enough, Luo Anan stepped forward and asked respectfully, "I don't know what wishes my predecessors have?"