Murong Qianqian sat back a little and wondered: "Your Jialuo is talking about me? But why is it me? Can't others?"

"Well, it's you, girl~" Tong Ling'er nodded and said, "But I don't know the specific reason. Maybe the girl is a very unique person in this world."

Murong Qianqian felt that being unique was a compliment to her, and immediately squinted her eyes and nodded in agreement, "I like Miss Ling'er's insights very much."

Tong Ling'er sat up straight and opened her mouth again: "Girl, actually you might..." Before she could finish her words, the wind around her suddenly became more violent.

I saw the two people who were submerged in the flowers suddenly jumped up, and the long sword in Xuanyuan Yao's hand danced like a sword god.

I don’t know what pattern he drew on his hand, it looked like a gossip or a circle, but the blade of the sword seemed to be condensed with aura, shining brightly.

When Su Yeluo saw this, his face suddenly darkened, and he hurriedly turned back. However, although his movement was fast, it was still one step slower than Xuanyuan Yao's sword.

The bright light burned my eyes, and the strong wind howled.

Before anyone could react, they saw the sword piercing Su Yeluo's chest. The figure in the black robe suddenly froze and gradually turned transparent.

The wind gradually weakened, and the Su Yeluo who was nailed by the sword was shattered bit by bit, blowing into the air like pollen.

For a long time, Murong Qianqian didn't realize what was going on. She only felt that Xuanyuan Yao's sword skills were very handsome, and she admired him very much.

At this time, Tong Ling'er's heartbreaking voice sounded in her ears. She vomited blood crazily and ran forward, "Luo, Luo~ you can't leave me~"

However, she couldn't grab anything with her outstretched hand, because Su Yeluo was not a mortal, and if she died after becoming a demon queen, her soul would be scattered.

Tong Ling'er looked at the scattered soul fragments in the sky. She suddenly turned her head and looked at Xuanyuan Yao, with endless hatred in her eyes, and the red figure walked towards Xuanyuan Yao.

Murong Qianqian was shocked and shouted: "Xuanyuan Yao, little..."

Before she finished speaking, her words were choked in her throat, because Xuanyuan Yao raised his knife and struck Tong Ling'er directly, causing another soul to fly away.

At this moment, Murong Qianqian suddenly felt stupid. She thought how could Xuanyuan Yao be so cruel. Although Su Yeluo was a demon, he was not a evil-hearted demon. Although Tong Ling'er was a ghost, he was

A kind-hearted ghost.

However, Xuanyuan Yao is a human being, but he can stab the two of them with his sword without hesitation, causing them to lose their souls.

Murong Qianqian was suddenly frightened, and there was an unspeakable emotion spreading in her heart. She stood up and shouted: "How could you, they really love each other!"

Xuanyuan Yaoyun fell in front of him lightly. This fight with the demon seemed to have taken no effort from him at all, and he was still graceful.

Ignoring Murong Qianqian's roar, he stretched out his hand and pulled her over and said, "Let's go, the illusion of flowers is about to be broken~" After that, he pulled her and flew away.

In an instant, the illusion of flowers was shattered bit by bit in the sight, just like a mirror being shattered bit by bit.

The flying flowers are a kind of fragmented beauty.

When Murong Qianqian felt her feet touch the ground again, she had already left the illusion of flowers. The sky was still blue with white clouds.

But the endless sea of ​​flowers was no longer in front of him, and it seemed as if everything just now, including Su Yeluo and Tong Ling'er, was an illusion.

Xuanyuan Yao put away the long sword, patted Murong Qianqian's head and said: "It's all gone, you don't have to be afraid anymore~"

Murong Qianqian turned her head and asked in a daze: "Have you always known that Su Yeluo who is with me is a demon?"

Xuanyuan Yao nodded and said: "It was completely confirmed last night."

When Murong Qianqian heard this, a sneer curled up at the corner of her lips, "That means you have always known about it since I first met Su Yeluo."

"You could say that, but I couldn't be sure at that time."

At this moment, Murong Qianqian felt that Xuanyuan Yao was too smart, which was naturally an advantage, but being too cold-blooded for a smart person was a big disadvantage.

She looked at him with watery eyes, suppressing the urge to sob and said: "So, today Su Yeluo led me into the fantasy land of flowers, and you have been following behind."

Xuanyuan Yao narrowed his narrow eyes slightly and said calmly: "Qianqian, it seems that you have become smarter after being scared~"

"You're so smart, I'm such a fool!" Murong Qianqian roared, "Xuanyuan Yao, you are so wicked. You know that Su Yeluo is trying to trick my heart, but you can pretend not to know.

You just used me as a bait, and then used it to break into the Flower Illusion and kill two birds with one stone, kill Su Yeluo and Tong Ling'er, and then destroy the Flower Illusion, right?"

Xuanyuan Yao was silent for a moment and said with some emotion: "Qianqian, is this what you think?"

Murong Qianqian sniffed, resisting the urge to shed tears and said: "Isn't it true? You knew that entering the Flower Fantasy Land would be life-threatening, but you still let me in.

Although I know you don't like me, you can't do this. Are other people's lives so insignificant to you?

Today, I thought that if Tong Ling'er hadn't rushed out to save me, I would have been dead when you showed up. But it just so happens that you think I, the queen, is an eyesore anyway.

After I die, your dream concubine can sit on the throne of the queen, or you can let General Ye dress up as a woman, or..."

A strong long arm stretched out, Xuanyuan Yao frowned and pulled Murong Qianqian into his arms, patted her back and said: "Cry if you want~"

Murong Qianqian twitched twice, but felt that she could not admit defeat. She gritted her teeth and shouted: "Why should I cry? You want me to cry but I won't cry. You want me to die but I won't die. You want me to abdicate."

I won’t retreat!”

Murong Qianqian, who has always been submissive, rarely became stubborn. The way she bit her red lips was particularly distressing. Xuanyuan Yao let go of her hand and said with a very guilty expression: "I'm sorry~"

Murong Qianqian was sniffing, and when she heard this sentence, she took a wrong turn and suddenly coughed, beating her feet and chest.

In her memory, she really didn't find Xuanyuan Yao saying sorry to her so seriously, not even a casual word.

I was thinking in my heart that maybe he really didn't mean it. Now that he was crying and fussing like this, he seemed a little too weak, so he pursed his lips and prepared to smile and make peace.

However, Xuanyuan Yao patted her head and said, "You guessed it~"

Murong Qianqian was stunned for a moment, and it took her a while to realize that these words strung together were, I'm sorry, you guessed it~
Chapter completed!