Soon, the dark black demonic runes on the moonstone began to shine with a dark luster.
A curtain of memory appeared in Xuanyuan Yu's field of vision.
It was a very luxurious room, dominated by black tones.
The perspective is locked on a huge bed that is three meters long and five meters wide. The headboard of the bed is carved with two wild dragons made of black magic sandalwood, with sharp fangs exposed, representing the owner's extraordinary noble status.
In the center of the bed, there was a woman lying.
Very beautiful woman.
The woman's face was pale and she seemed to be asleep, but her chest did not rise and fall, indicating the fact that she was not breathing and was dead.
When he saw the face of that beautiful woman clearly, Xuanyuan Yu's hands shook violently.
"Luo'er!"
How could Luo'er die? She was staying by his side just now.
No, that's not right.
Xuanyuan Yu calmed down and stared at the woman on the bed carefully, and found that her dressing style was completely different from Luo'er's, and even her hair color was different.
This woman had long silver curly hair that spread all the way to her knees. She looked extremely holy.
Luo'er has straight black hair and a completely different temperament.
There was a large area of bright red on the woman's heart, as if it was stained with blood, which was shocking.
After a while, the bedroom door opened and a man walked in.
The man's face could not be seen, only his back.
It was a very tall, very desolate and desolate figure.
The man was wearing a black robe, pitch black, and his own temperament was also completely dark.
The man sat down next to the dead woman, took her cold little hand, put it next to her face, and put her whole face into it.
A sound that was unclear whether it was crying or laughing came from the man's throat.
Xuanyuan Yu felt as if he had been hit hard.
He felt very sad, and he didn't know why he was sad, but his heart felt like it had been pierced by ten thousand needles, and his flesh and blood were blurred.
The man cried for a while and raised his head.
Xuanyuan Yu's hand trembled in shock, and with a "pop" sound, the moonstone fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
He saw a face exactly like his own!
Xuanyuan Yu's face turned pale.
this……
He was panting rapidly, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.
This moonstone blessed with demonic runes was a "wedding gift" given to him by the great elder of the demonic world.
People in the demon world have already determined that he is the reincarnation of the Dark Lord. In other words, the crying man he just saw in the moonstone was his previous life?
What about the dead woman?
Is it Mansha?
Xuanyuan Yu's hands and feet were cold, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Did he and Luo'er know each other in their previous lives?
Did he love her before?
It must be like this, otherwise why would he be so sad when he saw her die?!
With that sadness, even after a thousand years, even if it was just a small piece of sealed memory, he could feel that his heart was about to die.
Wait a minute.
He remembered that he had once heard Ming Heechul say that Mansha was killed by the Dark Lord.
Did he kill him?
Why did he kill her?
He was crying so sadly, how could he be willing to kill her?
Xuanyuan Yu's heart was very confused, and his brain was exploding and hurting.
The moment he lost control of his emotions, two masses of dark evil energy slowly overflowed from his eyes like black holes.