"A good woman doesn't fight with a man.┏26nbsp;┓"

"A good man shouldn't fight with a woman."

"Then don't leave." Fu Yaxuan sat down on a big rock angrily.

"If you don't leave, I won't leave. I don't care." He Yinchao sat down on the stone behind her, picked a mountain flower casually, put it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it.

Fu Yaxuan suddenly found that the black parts of the mirror in her hand were falling off piece by piece. She stretched out her hand to rub it curiously, and a large piece came off as soon as she rubbed it. She murmured: "Why does this old man say this piece of shit is so magical? Even if it's so magical.

You don’t have to make up such lies if you want to trick me.”

She rubbed it, and the mirror returned to its original color, making it look bright.

"What did you take?" He Yinchao leaned over to take a look.

Fu Yaxuan looked at her face in the mirror, and suddenly a golden light flashed across her eyes. She looked inside and suddenly saw the old man with white hair smiling at her.

"Ah -" she shouted, and her whole body was sucked in by the mirror...

He Yinchao was frightened and quickly pulled her leg, but the attraction was too great. No matter how hard he tried, it was to no avail.

Finally, he couldn't hold himself up anymore and fell to the ground. His head hit the stone. He only felt a sharp pain and then lost consciousness. Before he fainted, he heard Fu Yaxuan's shrill cry.

One by one one by one one by one one by one -

When he woke up, he could hear the chirping of birds, and he thought that everything was still normal.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was a handsome man.

I saw his long black hair flying in the wind, his handsome face like a statue with a heart-stopping evil aura, and his tall and slender figure standing quietly on the shore, exuding a cold and intimidating aura.

He seemed to have seen a phantom that did not belong to the human world.

Cui Moyao? He finally found him.

He Yinchao looked at the furious flames flashing in his black eyes in surprise. He felt so cold that he couldn't help but wrap his arms around himself, trying to keep his body warm.

"Where are the people from Xuan'er?" His deep voice sounded in the silence, making it even more strange.

This question woke He Yinchao from his hazy sleep. He jumped up and looked around, but found no trace. Fu Yaxuan was gone, the mirror was gone, everything seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? How could this happen..." He shouted to the sky, and his voice continued to echo in the mountains from all directions.

Cui Moyao realized that the matter was serious, frowned and asked: "What happened just now? Why did you faint here?"

"How could this happen?" He Yinchao suddenly knelt down on his knees, tears welling up in his eyes.

Cui Moyao ran over and grabbed his collar and lifted him up. His panic turned into anger: "What happened? Did you kill her, right?"

"No, it can't be like this. I must be dreaming. Am I dreaming?" He muttered to himself like crazy, and then asked Cui Moyao.

Are you pretending to be stupid for him? Cui Moyao was so angry that he punched He Yinchao in the face so hard that his nose bled and he grinned in pain.

"Does it hurt? Are you dreaming?" Cui Moyao asked coldly.

"It turned out to be not a dream? How could it be? How could it be?" He still couldn't believe what he saw, it was too mysterious.

"Where are the people from Xuan'er?" Cui Moyao only cared about this matter.
Chapter completed!