Chapter 440 That Memory

As Han Fei shouted, the oncoming arrow stopped in mid-air, as if the pause button had been pressed.

And everything stopped for a moment.

The frightened expressions of Xiahou's troops and even You Chu's ferocious tiger face were frozen in place.

The scene in front of him was extremely strange, but Han Fei's breathing was particularly obvious.

"Huh, uh..."

Han Fei was so panting that she bent over, her whole face turned pale, cold sweat slipped from her forehead and dripped to the ground, as if the scene in front of her had consumed all her energy, and it was difficult for her to even stand. matter.

However, she had to force herself to move. The exquisite scene in front of her was consuming her energy every minute and every second.

Han Fei stumbled over and ran over, getting close to the stationary arrows, and saw the black poison on the arrows. She gritted her teeth and cursed secretly, these people are so cruel!

In this case, don't blame her!

Han Fei stretched out her hand and changed the direction of the arrows one by one, so that they were pointing straight in the original direction. Han Fei raised her eyes and looked at the person in the dark, and saw Tu Menghan with a slightly proud expression. And the strange man beside her.

Han Fei originally wanted to do something, but she was too tired now. Maintaining this moment of stillness was indeed burning up her energy, but she was unwilling to give in. This group of people had just tried to kill her!

Han Fei took a breath, took small steps, and finally ran to Tu Menghan as if she was risking her life. Han Fei showed a sinister smile, looked at Tu Menghan, and then directly stretched out her hand to untie Tu Menghan. Han's belt was only tied loosely, and then he ran back.

This back and forth took so much time that Han Fei's face could be described as white. Her clothes were soaked in cold sweat, and the sweat dripped directly to the ground.

When Han Fei finally ran back to where he was, the originally static scene suddenly started to move again. The screams of Xia Houjun and the roar of You Chu could be heard in his ears, but the arrow that had been shot had already been shot. Already turning around, screams came from that side.

Tu Menghan was going crazy. She could never imagine how those arrows could be shot. They were all highly poisonous!

What made Tu Menghan even more devastated was that she just wanted to escape, but found that her belt was loosened, and most of her shoulders were exposed in an instant. She screamed and hurriedly pulled her clothes, but she was still beaten by some people. Looking over, this made her eyes turn red.

The next moment, Qin Yuan frowned, and finally reached out to hug Tu Menghan, pulling him to the side and dodging the arrows that were shot at him. However, the guards were not so lucky and were shot one by one. That's right, they fell down one after another. Half of the people were killed and injured in such a confrontation!

Over there, the huge bronze door was finally pushed open, but Han Fei had fallen into a semi-conscious state, and was directly held in his mouth by You Chu. He jumped up and flew in, followed by the Xiahou army. He stood up and followed in, and the bronze door closed with a bang.

As if knowing that she was safe, Han Fei completely fainted.

She stood in a blank space.

She closed her eyes, and slowly, she heard someone speaking, as if calling her.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty... come back..."

"Your Majesty... I am waiting for your Majesty..."

Han Fei slowly opened her eyes and followed the sound, but saw nothing. She was floating in this strange place, and the calls coming from all directions became more and more obvious.

"who is it……"

"Your Majesty, you are awake."

"Who are you?"

"General, Xiahou Xiong has been waiting for your Majesty for a thousand years."

Han Fei was stunned for a moment, feeling a sense of nostalgia in her heart.

She touched her chest, and it came again. This inexplicable feeling of nostalgia was not like her at all.

Han Fei suddenly became a little irritable and said loudly: "I don't know you, I am not your Majesty! I am Han Fei! I am just Han Fei!"

Perhaps Han Fei's retort was too obvious, and the person who spoke was silent for a long time.

"Your Majesty... you just forgot, you forgot your identity."

Han Fei clenched her fists and choked: "I haven't forgotten! I am Han Fei! You made a mistake. You are, and so are they! You are all calling me Your Majesty, but I am not! I am not. You have been thinking about it. Thousand-year-old Majesty! My name is Han Fei, I come from another world! I am not from this world!"

Han Fei had been holding these words in her heart for a long time, and at this moment, they exploded.

Yes, she is Han Fei, she is not His Majesty as they say, she does not have the memory of a thousand years, she is just herself, this inexplicable sense of familiarity, inexplicable memories, and these inexplicable people!

"Your Majesty, you are denying your identity."

A heavy sigh.

Han Fei felt like her neck was being strangled, she couldn't breathe and couldn't bear it.

She was terribly uncomfortable.

"The demonic energy entering your body has eroded too many of your memories and sealed you for too long. You have forgotten your identity and your mission."

Then, the surrounding blank scene slowly changed, with colors and images, and Han Fei found herself standing barefoot in a long corridor, and there was a door at the end of the corridor, which was exactly the same as the bronze door she broke through before.

"Your Majesty, go and see the truth you want to know."

Han Fei gritted her teeth and finally took a step forward. She wanted to know so much, knew everything, and wanted to deny the identity mentioned by the voice.

She stepped on the stone floor under her feet, and the cool touch was so real that Han Fei even suspected that this was not a dream, but a real existence.

Finally, she stood in front of the door, placing her hands on the cold bronze door. When she was about to open it, she became timid. What if, what if... the truth was different from what she thought, then...

"Your Majesty, push it open. After pushing the door open, you will find everything."

Han Fei gritted her teeth and finally pushed open the door.

She saw the candlelight swaying, and...a person sitting inside.

Han Fei was slightly startled. The person's back was turned to her, but that figure was very familiar, as familiar as... just like herself.

Han Fei's heart tightened and she heard voices in her ears.

"Mayfair."

The woman slowly raised her head, and Han Fei also saw that face, which was exactly the same as hers.

No...not the same!

This woman is not her!

The aura around him, the majestic and holy temperament, and the arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes are those of people who have been in high positions for a long time.

"Ling."

The woman called softly.

Han Fei raised her head and followed the woman's line of sight, but saw someone she never expected.