Rusty, the white jade ground was covered with colorful crystal gravel.
In the flash of lightning, the two of them started to fight in a narrow space.
The crystal fell like raindrops, falling onto the ground, making a crisp sound.
Wu Yue is worthy of being the lord of the Palace of Light. Don’t be deceived by his harmless appearance. The real showdown is not ordinary amazing.
"Qiongying, listen to me, as long as the demon barrier is lifted, my palace will naturally release Ye Chen..." Wu Yue was at ease, his illusion was ever-changing, and there was no trace to be found.
"He is not!" Qiongying said angrily.
"Ye Chen has a red lotus on his body." Wu Yue said affirmatively, feeling very uncomfortable. He had never seen her so angry.
"He is not! I will let you see the so-called Red Lotus..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the white jade and crystal were all reflected red, reflecting the jumping flames, the blooming red lotus, and a pair of cold and ruby-like bloody eyes.
Red lotus karma fire.
The red lotus-shaped flames bloom in patches, biting cold.
The raised red hair fluttered in the fire, and the scars on the left face had turned into a red lotus.
The innate red lotus is gorgeous and blooming.
At this moment, Wu Yue forgot to fight back and looked at the red lotus incredibly, the red lotus in hell...
The red lotus karma fire blooming behind her reflects her hair red.
The cold hands pinched Wu Yue's neck, and his bloody eyes were filled with anger.
"..." Wu Yue forgot to resist, her thoughts were messy, and only her figure was left in her eyes. Looking at the bloody eyes, it was shocking.
This is...the red lotus, as if he could smell the strange fragrance of the lotus...
The strength in Qiongying's hand deepened a little.
Wu Yue's back hit the sharp crystal, which pierced into his back, with blood stains, and his cold hands wrapped around his neck, suffocating him.
It’s not that he can’t resist, but that he can’t resist. Do he want to follow the instructions of the Palace of Light to trap her, or... let her go?
"Ye Chen isn't, where is he?" Her voice seemed to come from the ancient flute sound, mysterious and bewitching, cold and charming.
"...Qiongying, don't leave." Wu Yue looked at her and suddenly had an idea in her heart, leaving her in the Palace of Light and being with her...
Thousands of red lotus bloomed to the extreme, and were almost decayed, suddenly shattered, and countless petals flew away in the air.
The flames gradually faded, and there was a cold and silent thing left.
The strength in her hand was a little loose, her pure black pupils returned to the usual ancient well without waves, her hair like ink slowly fell, and everything returned to peace.
"Owner……"
The fine crystal reflected a person. He came along the source of sound, his breathing was a little disordered, there was a layer of sweat on his forehead, and there were scars scratches on his palms.
Three people stand together.
Qiongying looked at Ye Chen once, frowned slightly, and finally fell on his abdomen. This glance was very deep, as if he wanted to see through his clothes.
Ye Chen's expression froze. He understood what she meant, so he slowly whispered: "It's still there."
"Follow me." Qiongying suddenly held Ye Chen's hand.
Before she finished speaking, a gust of wind blew by, and she had already disappeared with Ye Chen.
Wu Yue's back was covered in blood. She watched her leave, forcing her to stay, or let her go?
In the end, he chose the latter, and he was always unable to make up his mind. Perhaps because he was afraid that she would hate him, he would rather let her go.