Full of resentment, the sky was filled with a strong aura of sadness, very silent, gloomy, and very depressing.
The people in Fengyun County have already been controlled by the demons from outside the territory and are under their orders.
It is only a matter of time before the barrier outside Fengyun County is broken.
However, the three realms of gods, demons and evil are still unaware of this situation.
When Qingyuan left the Lotus Holy Land, Emperor Shitian was the first to notice it. It must be said that Jun Wuyao was worthy of being the Evil Emperor of the Evil Realm, and he quickly learned the news.
A black stream of light flashed across the sky and quickly disappeared into the sky.
God Realm, Lotus Holy Land.
A black stream of light flashed on the horizon, like a shooting star, flying quickly towards the Lotus Holy Land.
After talking with Mu Hanyue and his party, Qingyuan stayed in the garden of the courtyard and never went out. She stood quietly, her eyes unblinking, as if she was in a daze.
A black stream of light flashed across the sky quickly, and then landed in the garden.
Qingyuan, who was in a daze, seemed to sense something, his eyes moved slightly, his body paused slightly, and then returned to calm. However, the hands hidden in his sleeves could not help but tremble.
It's not fear, it's not excitement. Perhaps only she knows why this is happening...
Looking at that cold back, Jun Wuyao's big hands couldn't help but tremble slightly. There was a trace of obsession and nostalgia in his purple eyes.
For how many years, how many days and nights, he had fantasized about meeting her again, but he never dared to go.
Just because she had made a vow, the contract would be invalidated unless she left the Lotus Holy Land. Otherwise, if he came to find her by force, she would immediately lose her soul.
Such a cruel oath, such a cruel heart...
How could he be willing to let her soul go to pieces, and how could he bear to see her soul go to pieces. Some people say that as deep as love is, so will hatred be. This is true at all.
The man walked forward slowly, came behind the woman, and wanted to reach out to hold her hand. He stretched his big hand in the air and paused slightly. His thin lips moved slightly, and he gently uttered the name that he had been thinking about countless times.
: "Qing'er..."
The man's voice is deep and magnetic, domineering and steady, and his voice is extremely pleasant, but at this moment it is a bit vicissitudes of life. There is an uncontrollable excitement and trembling in his voice...
Qingyuan took a deep breath, turned around and looked at the person who came, her tone was shallow, her expression was indifferent and distant: "Your Qing'er has died a long time ago, please don't admit the wrong person."
The deep affection and love in the purple eyes turned cold suddenly when she heard this sentence, her hands clenched into fists, a trace of cruelty rose in her eyes, and with a flash of black light, the woman's thin neck was pinched by Jun Wuyao
in hand.
He pinched the woman's neck tightly and looked at her with sinister eyes. He exuded an aura of death and anger. He opened his thin lips lightly and said in a very cold voice: "Will you try again?"
Not his Qing'er, not his Qing'er...
Damn it!
He will never allow her to speak in this tone again, and he will never allow her to say such words again!
Only in front of Qingyuan would he lose control like this.
Qingyuan raised her eyes and looked directly at the man in front of her. There was no trace of fear in her eyes. She opened her thin lips lightly and her voice remained indifferent, but her words were as heartbreaking as a knife cutting her: "Your Qing'er has died a long time ago.
Let go!"
The hand holding her neck suddenly increased in strength, his purple eyes were sinister and full of anger, as if he was going to finish her off in the next second!