Zhuge Jinqing quickly ate and ran out of Hongzhao. He saw three people walking unyieldingly in the distance.
"Xiaoyue, where are you going?"
Zhuge Jinqing spoke with the flow, saw Xiaoyue stopping, strode to her, and looked up and down.
"Look at you, you won't be afraid of being frozen if you wear such a little clothes."
Xiaoyue seemed to have seen the savior, hurriedly grabbed his arm and asked urgently.
"Jinqing, what do I ask you? Mu Wangqing, Siyin, and Lian Shang..."
"this…………"
Zhuge Jinqing looked at her with a little embarrassed look, and accidentally saw Xiaoya and the other two behind her, constantly conveying their eyes to him. He knew that Xiaoyue might have guessed something.
He patted Xiaoyue on the shoulder and replied with a smile.
"Don't worry, everyone is fine. Miss Siyin fell into a deep sleep because she was exhausted and she would be fine when she woke up. As for, Mu Wangqing was injured and he was healed with Shangguan Wuwo and the Demon King.
The front hall is in charge. So, you don’t have to think too much.”
"Wait! Why don't you keep talking?"
Xiaoyue stared at him sharply, looking at his desire to cover up, and his heart felt like an hourglass was leaking, empty and refreshing coolness.
"You said so much, why didn't you talk about her? Don't think you can fool me like this."
Zhuge Jinqing lowered his head in shame, and his undodged gaze confirmed the fact that Xiaoyue was most reluctant to admit.
The blood color visible to the naked eye of the face faded away under everyone's gaze. The body took a few steps back slightly unstable. Fortunately, Xia Niechen and Xiaoya supported him in time.
"Xiaoyue..."
Jin Qing couldn't bear to cry down, and his sadness couldn't go away.
"Why are you doing this!"
Xiaoyue's lifeless eyes were wet and she gritted her teeth unwillingly.
"Tell me everything."
"Oh? You actually want to know, I'll tell you."
Hongzhao stood on the steps and walked down slowly indifferently. Just as he was about to say something, Jin Qing grabbed his wrist.
"Hongzhao, it's OK."
"Do you think that you can hide your clumsy methods? Even if you hide them, how long can you hide them?"
Hong Zhao shook his hand lightly, his eyes silent.
"What's more, she had guessed the result a long time ago, but she had been unwilling to believe that there was another person around her who was away from her. Since she didn't want to see the facts clearly, I'll let her see it thoroughly."
Xiaoyue's pupils shrank slightly, and her breathing trembled involuntarily. She looked at Hongzhao's thin red lips opened and closed in a dull manner.
"It's as confirmed in your heart that Lian Shang is dead."
"Hongzhao, you said it directly!"
Zhuge Jinqing glanced at Hong Zhao incredibly, and then looked at Xiaoyue's empty eyes gradually became dark. He seemed to have no soul, like a puppet standing straight, unable to feel any perception.
"She can't bear it if you do this!"
He tried to pull Hong Zhao back, but unfortunately, he was suddenly pulled away by Hong Zhao and still said to himself.
"The realm of mystery is an outside realm, and does not belong to any boundary, nor does it include the realm of yin and yang. In other words, dying here, no matter whether it is a human, god, demon, demon, demon, or ghost, the soul will be imprisoned forever and cannot be reincarnated.
But unfortunately, the mysterious realm collapsed and lost the blessing of its power. The lonely ghosts who were once trapped here were scattered between heaven and earth, and could no longer return to their original appearance, and they were even denied the qualification to reincarnate."