2100. Chapter 2100 Delusion of the Devil Emperor Figure 7
Xuanyuan Yu affirmed: "Well, yes."
The smile on Ling Luo's face completely stiffened, a look of displeasure flashed across her beautiful eyes, she snorted coldly, and stopped talking.
How could it be a woman?
It is not an exaggeration to say that Wangtian's weapon spirit has been with Yu for at least tens of thousands of years, or even a hundred thousand years.
Thinking of how they spent time together, Ling Luo subconsciously couldn't accept it.
Her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and her beautiful little face elongated, revealing a very unhappy expression.
"Luo'er, what's wrong with you?"
As keen as Xuanyuan Yu, he quickly discovered his wife's emotional changes.
Ling Luo raised his head, his eyes were cold, staring straight at his husband, and asked: "Yu, can you call out Wangtian's weapon spirit and let me take a look?"
What if she really is a stunning beauty or something...
Ling Luo's heart pounded, and she felt uneasy.
The telepathy between Wangtian and Yu is so strong that it can even motivate him to break through the fourth level of demon seal.
This alone can prove that the bond between Yu and that weapon spirit is very deep.
"sure."
Xuanyuan Yu agreed without thinking.
He is an obedient wife slave. In order to make his wife happy, he will agree to any request.
Xuanyuan Yu stretched out his hand, and what he was thinking about, the map of the Demonic Emperor, appeared in his hand.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Ling Luo quickly grabbed the weird picture scroll from Xuanyuan Yu's hand and pulled it away.
She looked unkind and stared at the screen with intense eyes.
However, there was an endless, turbulent black water demonic river, and a black knife shadow hanging on the water, but nothing.
"Wantian, come out."
Xuanyuan Yu's eyes were as deep as the sea, and he ordered in a commanding tone, "Luo'er wants to see you."
There was a moment of dead silence on the scroll.
No light appeared, and the shadow of Demon Blade Wantian's sword was as if it were a dead thing, motionless.
Xuanyuan Yu frowned slightly, what's going on?
You were still talking to him just now, why have you become mute now?
"Wantian!"
Xuanyuan Yu roared softly, with a hint of reprimand in his voice, and his eyes like black holes were filled with displeasure.
It was still deathly silent.
Xuanyuan Yu frowned deeply, turned to look at Ling Luo, and said, "What's going on?"
Ling Luo's face was dark and ugly, and it couldn't be any more ugly. The doubts in his mind before were almost confirmed.
This arrogant weapon spirit is not happy to see him at all.
So, I have been pretending to be deaf and dumb here.
"I also want to know what's going on." Ling Luo's face was ashen and his voice was unkind, "Yu, this arrogant weapon spirit must hate me very much."
"No way..."
Before the voice finished, the gentle tone of a very light-hearted girl came from the picture of the Demonic Emperor: "That's right, I just hate you."
Ling Luo: "..."
Xuanyuan Yu: "!!!"
"Wangtian, how can you say such a thing! Luo'er is my wife! You should respect her as much as you respect me!"
Xuanyuan Yu was angry, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his black eyes were filled with anger.
"All the people in the demon world hate Mansha. Master, please forgive me for not being able to call her mistress."
The voice of the light and agile girl also began to have a hint of coldness, "If she kills you, she will only bring you endless disasters."