Ming Heechul suddenly raised his head, his dark red eyes locked on her fixedly. Under the calm handsome face, there was an uneasy mood.
She had said the same thing to herself many years ago, and it was exactly the same.
"But -" Qingcheng Ye Ling obviously disagreed and tried to persuade Ling Luo, saying, "Xiao Luo, don't you want to remember what your relationship was with the Dark Lord in your previous life?"
"I think so." The corners of Ling Luo's lips curled up slightly. Under the stone table, she held Xuanyuan Yu's hand and said softly, "But what I care more about is how deep I will be with the Dark Lord in this life.
The relationship."
She didn't dare to explore.
She was a little scared.
According to the accounts of these people, she had a rough impression in her mind - Mansha and the Dark Lord were enemies, with a deep hatred.
They hate each other and even put each other to death. When they meet, they will fight bloody battles.
In the dream, the claw that penetrated her chest was so real, and her heart was still beating when it was dug out.
That very evil and sycophantic smile has now become a lingering nightmare for her.
She had seen that smile before.
When conquering the demonic black thorn, she also had a dream, where the corpses of gods and demons filled the mountains and plains, the blood-stained Shura Hell, a big hand stretched out from the clouds, and the evil and terrifying smile of the Dark Lord.
Ling Luo lowered his head and placed his other hand on his chest, which was throbbing uncontrollably.
In their first previous life, they hated each other.
He hated her so much that he even dug out her living heart in such a cruel and bloody way.
Finally, in this life, they can fall in love with each other, become husband and wife in the future, and live happily ever after.
If possible, she would rather choose never to think of the life she lived as Mansha.
Sometimes, Ling Luo felt that her heart was like a soft snail, stretching out its tentacles to detect the unknown ahead.
If there is danger ahead, she will retract into her hard shell without hesitation and never come out again.
Mansha's life was too painful, too painful, and too dangerous.
That was a taboo that she didn't want to touch and didn't dare to touch.
"The relationship between us is so deep that you can't even imagine it. It's so deep that it can't cut through anything!"
What came from those tender little hands was not only coldness, but also uneasiness.
Xuanyuan Yu has already felt it deeply.
He turned his head and stared at her steadily, his eyes like black holes full of tenderness and determination.
He didn't know what she was afraid of?
Seeing her uneasy makes him feel heartbroken, very painful!
He will feel that he is incompetent and cannot give his wife a sense of security.
He wanted to go deep into her heart, he wanted to go deep into everything about her, dispel all the haze for her, and warm her.
The corners of Ling Luo's lips curved into a happy smile.
She felt his thoughts.
"This pair of skull earrings is the core of the divine source, isn't it?"
Ling Luo gently placed the two things in his other hand on the stone table and pushed them in front of Qingcheng Ye Ling.
"Xiaoluo?"
Qingcheng Ye Ling frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Since it is the core of the divine source, it is also the core of one-third of Mansha's cultivation power."
Ling Luo sighed softly and said: "In the past two days when the power of the divine source poured into my body, I had a lot of dreams. They were all about Mansha. I didn't like it very much. It felt very bad.