Dongfang Yanran was so frightened that her mind went blank.
She hadn't even fully recovered from the information Lu Fan had revealed before.
Na Duanmuqing, as the saint who created the Qinglian Fairyland.
He was actually deceived by others and sealed his companions here.
In other words, the Qinglian Wonderland she created with her own hands ended up becoming a prison to suppress her companions?
What's even more terrifying is that the two people who did all this undercover still don't know whether they are dead or alive.
Since they set up a trap to kill their companions, it proves that they are on the side of the demons.
It would be okay if he died, it would be over.
But if he hadn't died, wouldn't he be a saint respected by thousands of people if he had lived till now?
She suddenly felt shuddered when she thought that the saint revered by countless monks in the overseas fairyland was actually a demon.
"The hairpin was there just now, but I don't know why it suddenly disappeared."
She communicated with Lu Fan in her mind: "Could it be that you deliberately avoided it because you felt the presence of this person?"
When Duanmuqing was alive, he regarded this person as a serious concern.
Even joining forces with all the powerful men failed to kill him, but instead sealed him.
So when it senses this person's breath, it instinctively chooses to escape.
"The hairpin inherits Duanmu Qing's will. If it senses this person's aura, it will definitely choose to avoid it." Lu Fan responded.
The world once again fell into deathly silence.
Dongfang Yanran didn't speak again because she felt a hand seeming to be placed on her shoulder.
The palm was not as cold as expected, but rather warm, as if the other person was a normal person.
Just the fishy wind that kept spraying on the tip of her nose always reminded her that this person had just eaten an innate venerable alive!
The hand traveled along the shoulder to the neck, and then touched the cheek, seeming to feel something different...
Dongfang Yanran tried her best to suppress her fear. She was waiting for the hand to leave, but contrary to expectations, instead of leaving, the hand continued to rub her cheek, feeling the extremely delicate skin on it.