Chapter 919 Extra of Song Wuxia Chapter (5)

Song Wuxia changed his appearance. He turned himself into an old man named Yisu instead of a young man named Yisu with Song Wuxia's face.

Baili Mo is also different from the previous Baili Mo. The Baili Mo in this world is no longer arrogant, but gentle and polite, and the city is deeper. He knows that Song Wuxia's existence will affect his status. So, he began to pretend to be mute to protect himself. He also understood the importance of the Prime Minister's support to him, so he treated Feng Guang tenderly, and even chose to give the flower to Feng Guang after he was caught by Feng Guang and she was together. Gave scenery.

And the scenery was gone.

It was not that Song Wuxia had never thought about killing the person he was ten years ago and replacing him with the scenery, but soon, the irresistible butterfly effect forced him to give up this idea. He could not tolerate any mistakes. There is only one thing he wants to ensure, and that is to keep the scenery alive.

And first, he had to ensure that Fengguang would not like Baili Mo.

Therefore, he imprisoned Baili Mo and locked him in a water prison under the cold palace. He put on a mask and became the elegant Crown Prince.

Yi Ren soon discovered that he was not the real Baili Mo. A person's face could change, but his pulse could not, but so what if she found out?

Song Wuxia took Yi Ren to the water prison once, and saw Baili Mo who was only breathing. Yi Ren easily compromised. In order for Baili Mo to survive, she could only obey Song Wuxia's order, and everything was as usual. Make anyone in the East Palace suspicious.

Especially making scenery suspicious.

While Song Wuxia watched the tit-for-tat confrontation between Feng Guang and his ten-year-younger self from the beginning to the close relationship later, he suppressed the idea of ​​killing that self and continued to play the role of Baili Mo.

But occasionally, it is quite interesting to steal the glory from your own side and let your younger self feel deflated.

So, that night, the young Song Wuxia took action and made Feng Guang his own.

At that time, he thought that the first time he had physical contact with Fengguang was in his Cuizhuxuan. That was the second time Fengguang was bitten by a tiger and brought to Cuizhuxuan. He couldn't help it. Get her there.

A whole month later than this impatient young man.

The day to go to the paddock was coming soon, and he had to find another self. When he took off the mask and looked at a face that was exactly the same as his, it was obvious that the slightly younger Song Wuxia was stunned for a while, and soon After accepting the setting of another self, he understood himself, and naturally knew that this so-called self from ten years later was not fake. After hearing what would happen in the future, he was no longer so calm.

The two Song Wuxia found the Xuanhu together. Needless to say, he knew what happened when he saw the two Song Wuxia. In front of the people of Li, he could not refuse their request and told everything about Baili Min. plan of.

Feng Guang survived and survived with Song Wuxia.

And he was another Song Wuxia, the Song Wuxia who had... the scenery that was already dead.

There was only one scenery left, but Song Wuxia had two.

He thought he could kill the man.

But the other self seemed to know what he was thinking. After leaving the paddock, he flew away with the scenery.

But he forgot that there is still a tiger bite.

In fact, no matter how much he tried to avoid it, it was useless, because the two of them had the same logical thinking, and no one could escape from the other's grasp. When they came to Jiangnan, Song Wuxia followed Hu Yao all the way to a courtyard.

He heard the laughter inside and knocked on the door.

A pleasant female voice came from the other side of the door, "Who is it?"

He moved his lips, but before he could utter a syllable, his vision went dark. When he opened his eyes again, all he saw was the top of the bed.

He felt movement around him. The woman who was hugging his waist tightly stretched out her head from the bed, her eyes opened a gap in confusion, and she asked lazily: "What time is it now?"

He didn't answer.

She blinked strangely, then leaned forward and kissed his face again, "Are you not awake yet?"

"Yes..." He finally responded, turning sideways and hugging her tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own flesh and blood and never separate her again.

She felt uncomfortable being held by him, "Are you having a nightmare?"

"I dreamed...I dreamed that you were dead."

She laughed out loud, "Aren't I right next to you?"

"Yes, you are right next to me..." He turned over and pressed her on his body. Small kisses fell on her eyebrows, lips, neck, and white chest...

Being so enthusiastic early in the morning, it seemed like he was really having a nightmare.

She lay flat and let him move his mouth and hands, secretly thinking that it was really hard to find a wife as considerate as her.

She would never know how desperate and lonely it was for him to return to her.