"How is it? I didn't lie to you, are you! They are all hurting you!" Wu Jian smiled evilly and brushed away the mirror again.
The light of his memory was refracted into the mirror, and her past life appeared on the mirror, that is, the life of Lan Xihua. Under Ming Xiaochen's premeditation, he met her again. He made her get used to him little by little, rely on him, fall in love with him, and gain her trust step by step.
In front of the huge refining furnace, the magma rolled, reflecting her sweet and pale face. She stabbed the dagger into her heart with her own hands, opened the teleportation array between the elves and the divine realms, killed countless tribesmen, and caused an unprecedented chaos in gods and demons.
The former tribe members were all killed, and she went to ask for help from him, but just happened to break his good deeds...
Yu Mo's tears fell silently to the mirror, and it actually coincided with the cinnabar tears of the person in the mirror.
The picture seemed to happen to her, scene after scene passed through her eyes and imprinted into her mind. The last scene was that she was sent to the Zhuxiantai. She saw the master. He was as lonely as he was when he first met, and the waves he saw in his eyes...
Chunfeng with a wicked smile on Wu's face was proud, "See? Even Shang Yesu had taken action to save you! This was the case a thousand years ago, and it will be the case a thousand years later! Only me, only I will save you!"
"The previous life is the previous life, and this life is the present life! Your hand is not a pre-soul mirror at all! You lied to me!" Yu Mo's heart became colder, and he was caught in a cold poison attack, and his face was scary. The pre-soul mirror was thrown out by her trembling hands.
"No! I know! Good! Bad!" Wu Jian was furious, and he clenched his hatred and threw her out!
"I'll fight with you!" "Prince!"
Before Yu Mo got up, he heard Xi Feng roaring. "Cough cough...stop!"
Before she could stop him, his and An Zixuan's bodies had been thrown out, hitting the rockery, falling not far from her!
Wu Jian walked over with awesomeness, kicked An Zixuan away, and crushed Xifeng hard on the ribs. "The lowly ant, I'm tired of labor and capital!"
As he said that, his feet moved to his heart position!
An Zixuan rolled and crawled around with her legs, cried and begged, "Please! Let him go! Please."
Wu Jian grabbed An Zixuan's hair and said viciously, "Very good! It's such an enviable love!"
Xifeng opened his mouth and blood flowed out. "Let them go, kill them and cut them into me!"
The sacred laughed evilly, and the magic power in his palm rolled like a mushroom cloud. "Okay! I will fulfill you! Let you be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks!"
"If you want to kill, kill me first..." At the critical moment, when the magic power could fall, Yu Mo blocked the two of them and looked at Wu Zi in despair.
The demon who had lived with her for more than ten years...
The powerful wind of magic stirred up the ink hair flying, bang!
The rockery behind her turned into powder!
And she could no longer withstand the control of the cold poison, and her body became weak and unconscious!
Her cold poison is unsolvable and can only be suppressed and cannot be removed. He can only soak her in a hot spring.
When she woke up, it was three days later that she was reading a book in the room.
"I heard you refused to take medicine?" As soon as she woke up, Shin-chan rushed over to question him.
"Your medicine has something else added!" She didn't look at him and continued to read her book.
"That is to prevent your cold poison from spreading!" Who is the one who is the one who is in the sacred world? How could he not save any tricks!
"Is that so? Aren't you afraid that I will practice the Qingxin Curse to deal with you?" He added the heat-gathering pill to her medicine, so that she would not be able to practice the Qingxin Curse!
"You can think whatever you want! But the medicine must be taken!" The maid who was holding the medicine winked.