"The second match between the underworld and the white path has officially begun. Please invite the underworld's Hei Xuan and the white path's Yin Lingzi." A loud voice came from nowhere, and with the sound of the gong, two people, one black and one white, appeared.
In the arena.
When he saw the representative of the underworld, Shiyu frowned fiercely. He looked exactly like the man in the dream, and the scene of the two fighting was also completely consistent. What on earth was going on.
The two people on the ring started to attack without saying a word. Yin Lingzi's violin was played instantly, but the man named Hei Xuan responded to Yin Lingzi's attack calmly and calmly.
There was a look of deep contempt in her eyes, as if she didn't take Yin Lingzi seriously. Shiyu raised her eyebrows. This scene seemed different from her dream. Could it be that she was being too preoccupied, or was it?
‘Bang.’ Shiyu was silently conjecturing when he suddenly raised his head, with a look of astonishment on his face. The black vortex floating in the arena was not the black mist of hell. How could there be such a thing here?
The most important thing is that her body has slowly begun to react, and even the Xingyue Flute has begun to stir. Could it be that there is some connection between the black fog of hell and the black fog of hell.
She stood up involuntarily and walked towards the ring. She wanted to stop her steps, but she couldn't. It was as if her body was completely out of control.
"Yu'er." Xuanyuan Lingxie called out worriedly and followed Shi Yu's footsteps. Her reaction was so strange that he couldn't let go.
The Xingyue Flute flew out without Shi Yu's control, and was wrapped in layers of white fluorescence. The remaining black mist of hell in Shiyu's body was all dissipated and integrated into the Xingyue Flute.
The black vortex on the stage seemed to be conscious. When they noticed the appearance of Xingyue Flute, they all surrounded Xingyue Flute, and Shiyu was also enveloped in the black mist.
"Sister Shiyu." Yin Lingzi shouted, his tone full of worry. He didn't know what the black thing was. He didn't see clearly why it appeared. He couldn't see it clearly until the black mist left them.
See the scene in front of you clearly.
When Shiyu heard Yin Lingzi's cry, she felt the increasingly familiar breath. She wanted to speak, but she couldn't speak. It wasn't until the warm breath enveloped her that the shock in her heart gradually faded.
It calmed down.
"Don't be afraid, Yu'er, I'll always be by your side." Xuanyuan Lingxie hugged Shi Yu, and his tone was indescribably tender. The moment he saw Shi Yu wrapped in black mist, he seemed to have died and stopped.
beat.
There was a voice in his mind. If he didn't follow her, he would lose her forever. He couldn't bear this happening. He couldn't lose her.
‘Ah’ Shiyu couldn’t help shouting and fell into a deep coma. Before losing consciousness, Shiyu had only one feeling, that she would never let go of those warm hands.
The different titles of "Sister Shiyu", "Sister Shiyu" and "Miss Shiyu" suddenly resounded throughout the sky. Shangguan Qixi Lianchen and others quickly ran to the place where the black mist disappeared, tears streaming down their faces.
How could these two living people disappear in front of them out of thin air without any recruitment? Why was it like this? Lianchen couldn't accept such a thing and passed out directly in Shangguan Qixi's arms.
