The sad and desperate tone and the cold and hot tears were the release of thousands of years of longing, which fell silently into Hua Qianyue's neck, hot her heart.

It seemed as if I had recalled a trace of misunderstanding in the cracks in my memory.

Her face was filled with tears, which made her stunned.

"Okay!" The blurted sound instantly coincided with Ye Rao in his dream.

She didn't know whether this kind of sadness was her own sadness or the sadness that played Ye Rao.

There is only one kind of heavy that cannot be dissolved.

"Rao, call my name! In this world, I have only told you my name. The Demon's name is a taboo and will be used by others, so I will not tell anyone. But you are the exception. My name belongs to you alone, because only you will never betray me!" The high priest hugged her with great attachment, his voice satisfied and happy.

"Forever? But..."

Hua Qianyue was in tears, but she still stabbed her firmly. The knife penetrated the flesh and blood without any obstacles and reached the heart. It was amazing and ridiculous.

"I'm not Ye Rao..."

She pulled out the dagger, staggered back several steps, and watched him sitting quietly on the ground, bleeding profusely, suddenly she was extremely angry.

"High Priest, see clearly. I am not Ye Rao, I am not her, I am your enemy Hua Qianyue. Are you not a strong and cautious and calm high priest as a snake? Why can't you even see through a game with many flaws? Are you so stupid? Why?"

She asked sternly, as if this could hide the tingling and torture in her heart.

She felt that she didn't have to feel guilty because he wanted to destroy the world and destroy her enemy. It was natural to kill him, and his affection was only for Ye Rao, not for her!

Why should she feel guilty and cry for him?

"It's time to wake up from the dream, high priest."

The high priest listened to her stern questioning, and seemed to be confused for a moment, and then the gentle and happy expression on his face faded and turned back to his original coldness.

"You are Hua Qianyue."

"Yes, I'm Hua Qianyue."

The dagger blood in Hua Qianyue's hand fell to the ground drop by drop.

"I didn't expect you to be so easy to deceive. Until the moment before I stabbed in, I had a trace of doubt. Are you pretending? But, you are not, the high priest, did I overestimate your wisdom? No one would believe it as easily as you did. Don't you know that she is dead and will never come back?"

"I know!" The high priest ignored the wound.

He was like a stone sculpture, a stone sculpture without any pain, allowing blood to flow continuously, darkening his black and golden clothes.

Hua Qianyue was stunned: "Then why do you still believe it?"

Why do you still have to be willing to indulge in it even though you know it is a situation?

The high priest smiled desolately: "Why don't you believe it? Because I would rather believe that she is really alive, even if it is a dream. You are really like her, looking at me with every frown and smile, smiling at me, hugging me, and you gave me a dream that I would never get in my life. Give me the opportunity to say the words I have never said to her."

"You are so crazy." Hua Qianyue looked at him in disbelief. She was so crazy that she didn't want to die for a dream.

Even though I know it was an illusion from the beginning, I would rather sink into my dream than face the cruelty of reality.
Chapter completed!