Murong Qianqian picked at her scalp, looking for some reason to comfort the Water Demon King, but then she thought about it, her purpose was to make the Water Demon King think that he was a prostitute, and then he would have the idea of ​​leaving this situation.

"Um, Qing Yi~ I don't know what to say. Anyway, you will know what's going on after reading this letter~" He took out the letter from his sleeve and added: "By the way, remember where to type after reading it.

Where are you going to fight!"

The Water Demon King looked at the letter in his hand and didn't react for a while. He might be wondering why the illusion in his mind could actually speak and give him a letter.

Murong Qianqian hurriedly walked into the woods and saw Xuanyuan Yao leisurely leaning on the tree trunk and taking a nap. She couldn't help but cursed a few words.

I don’t know if Xuanyuan Yao opened his eyes, but as if he saw what she said, he slowly opened his narrow eyes and said, "The one who scolded people behind was a puppy!"

Murong Qianqian always thought this was a cute sentence, but when it came out of Xuanyuan Yao's mouth, it sounded cold and cool. This was indeed the handsome boy effect.

Xuanyuan Yao sat up straight, resting his head on one hand and said, "Where's the letter? Did you give it to me?"

Murong Qianqian patted her chest and said with great accomplishment: "Don't worry while I work. Take a look to see if the sleeve on the left is empty, and if there is a letter in the sleeve on the right."

Xuanyuan Yao stared at the two sleeves fluttering in the wind, was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Qianqian, this is the left, this is the right!"

There was a sudden rumble in his mind, and a thunder fell from the sky.

Murong Qianqian was burned inside and tender outside, and she said gloomily: "Isn't the hand holding the pen the left hand? I always thought I was left-handed when I was a child."

Xuanyuan Yao: "..."

Later, when the two looked at the lake again, the Water Demon King had disappeared. Murong Qianqian thought that the Water Demon King must have gone to look for Luo Luo.

Murong Qianqian has never read that letter, so naturally she doesn't know what Luo Luo wrote before she died. Maybe it will remain an eternal mystery.

The sky was still clear, but at some point it started to drizzle, misty and misty in the sky.

Xuanyuan Yao said that because this is the reappearance of the Water Demon King's memory, the sky in the illusion is a reflection of his mood.

After hearing this, Murong Qianqian thought that the misty rain at this moment must be the tears of the Water Demon. To shed so many tears, the Water Demon must have been deeply hurt.

Later, they found the Water Demon King in a remote wilderness. At that time, he was sitting in the drizzle with Luoluo in a green dress. His fingers gently touched her eyebrows and her eyes.

It is strange to say that at this moment, the Water Demon King was able to hug Luoluo tightly and kiss Luoluo deeply.

Or maybe this is just an illusion, nothing is real but everything is real, there is no need to delve into these reasons.

However, Murong Qianqian felt very sorry. It didn't matter if the Water Demon King could hug Luoluo or kiss Luoluo at this moment, but the woman he loved so much didn't know at all.

Some love doesn't come too late, it comes without fate, but when you get it, things are different, people are different, and you are confused about life and death.

The Water Demon King imprisoned Luoluo's body in his arms, his voice trembling, "Luoluo, why are you so stupid, why don't you tell me?"

"If you were willing to tell me about this back then, maybe we wouldn't have missed it, and we would have been together for all our lives."

"Luoluo, you said, 'I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and you will live up to my love.' Now that I am here, where are you?"

The low narrations fell gently in the rain, just like the dead leaves falling on the trees, too fragile and desolate.

Xuanyuan Yao turned his head and looked at Murong Qianqian, half-smiling but not smiling: "We underestimated the Water Demon King. It seems that when he first entered the illusion, he already knew that everything was his memory."

Murong Qianqian was very surprised and wondered: "He knows? Since he knows, why is he still immersed in this illusion, instead of distorting time and space and swallowing us up."

Xuanyuan Yao held a light green oil-paper umbrella, glanced at the Water Demon King through the rain and fog, and said in an indifferent voice: "We underestimated his feelings for Luoluo.

Even if he knows that this place is fake, he is still willing to immerse himself in the illusion, just to see the person he longs for. Or, he still has a knot."

The raindrops slipped from the umbrella and fell on Murong Qianqian's feet drop by drop. She blinked and asked curiously: "Knot, what knot?"

Seeing that half of Murong Qianqian's body was exposed in the drizzle, Xuanyuan Yao stretched out his long arms and pulled her into his arms, saying: "Maybe he never believed that Luoluo would marry far away.

Therefore, he wanted to find the truth in the illusion and understand the real reason why Luoluo left him, but he did not expect such a cruel fact."

"Oh~ It seems that they are all so in love that they are in love." Murong Qianqian replied casually after hearing this, but her heart began to wander.

Because at this moment her back was pressed tightly against Xuanyuan Yao's warm chest, her heartbeat was beating loudly, and the atmosphere was too ambiguous.

Unknowingly, Murong Qianqian felt dizzy and rubbed herself into Xuanyuan Yao's arms again, deciding to continue eating tofu to the end.

But just as she put her whole body's weight on Xuanyuan Yao, she suddenly felt the person behind her shake, and she fell backwards and fell into the mud.

When her face was in close contact with the earth, she heard Xuanyuan Yao yell, "Stop~" and then her eyes fell into the scene of Xuanyuan Yao preventing the Water Demon King from committing suicide.

When Murong Qianqian crawled out of the mud pit, the Water Demon King and Xuanyuan Yao were already in a ball, and the two figures were changing rapidly.

In the drizzle, the swords and swords were shining.

All I heard was the Water Demon King said: "Haha, as long as I destroy the illusion, you can't even think about leaving. It's so nice to have someone to bury with you!"

Hearing such words, Xuanyuan Yao remained calm and said with a slight smile: "The illusion is destroyed and you will be wiped out. Don't you want to find that woman?"

The Water Demon King paused at the move in his hand and said in astonishment: "You know where Luoluo has been thrown for thousands of years~ Where is she? Can you tell me?"

Xuanyuan Yao put away his sword and stood in the rain and fog with his hands behind his back, "I don't know, but there is one person who knows."

The Water Demon King was approaching, with endless urgency in his eyes, "Who?"

The drizzle in the sky fell so densely that Murong Qianqian felt that her eyes were like a misty rain painting in the south of the Yangtze River. She wiped the mud on her face and raised her ears.

Xuanyuan Yao waved his robe lightly, and the green oil-paper umbrella on the ground flew into his palm, and then he slowly held it above his head. He turned around and pointed his long, white fingers at the woods, "Him!"

Murong Qianqian was stunned, pointed at herself and said: "I...I don't know~"
Chapter completed!