He began to lose track of who he was, and his consciousness gradually became hazy.
who I am?
Fang Xiu?
I should be Zhou Qingfeng.
Yes, that's right, I am Zhou Qingfeng!
I was the pinnacle of the last era, the savior of the world, the master of destiny, and...
No, I am Fang Xiu!
The prophet Fang Xiu!
Fang Xiu's consciousness was still struggling, but without the support of hatred, he couldn't struggle for long.
He briefly regained his senses, but his eyes remained unmoved, and he continued to mutter to himself.
"It's all fake, it's all fake, hahaha..."
But as he was laughing, he suddenly stopped.
"Could it be... that my hatred for you is also fake... my wife?"
"No!" Fang Xiu's expression suddenly turned ferocious: "I don't believe it!!"
His mind was filled with images of his wife.
Honey, it's time for breakfast.
My wife's smiling face appeared.
That was their first meeting, and then came the killing, the constant killing. He resisted, he begged for mercy, he wept bitterly, and unforgettable memories flooded his mind.
"I don't believe even you are fake!!"
"If my hatred for you is also fake, then there is no point in living!"
"Pain manifests. Wife!"
Fang Xiu used the last vestige of his spirituality to materialize the phantom of his wife.
A graceful and slender figure appeared out of nowhere, softening the passage of time and stunning the years.
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