Chapter 220: Your Majesty, You Recognize the Wrong Person
He stood up, stared directly at her, and suddenly stepped forward, and she subconsciously retreated, not knowing what he was going to do.
He looked at her and said bluntly: "I'm looking for someone, she came from the abyss of the Black Sea, fifteen or sixteen years old, she loves to mess around, she can lie, she runs away without permission, she can collect money, although she has no head and no brains, but she has a hard mouth and a soft heart, have you ever seen her?"
In an instant, her heartbeat slowed down suddenly, her pupils suddenly constricted, and the fingers in her sleeves clenched subconsciously, and she lost her voice.
His obsidian eyes were deep and dark as night, and his deep voice asked, "Are you her?"
Are you her
Her throat tightened, her fingers clenched.
If he was told what he would do if he told him that a person who had already died once, a person who was thrown into the East China Sea, a person who crawled back from death, not only changed his face, but even possessed the power of the demon race
Does he want to protect her?
Or just like the demon army in the Demon Destroying Rift, immortal and eternal, sealed in flames.
is still like the demon-devouring beast in the valley, being beaten by the thunder and destroying all the gods
Or, just like the words of thousands of years ago, once again, they were annihilated and sealed in the abyss of the Black Sea
No one can believe it, no one can believe it.
She raised her eyes, raised her lips, and smiled: "Your Majesty, you recognize the wrong person." ”
His deep eyes were dark, staring at her, silent for a long time, and he replied lightly: "Yes?" After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the kite stand.
The old Taoist priest had already left, and he walked towards the depths of the street, behind him, the high priest followed, turned his head to look at Su Dandan, who was standing next to the kite, a touch of surprise flashed in his eyes, and after thinking about it, he withdrew his gaze, looked back at Fan Yan, and said, "Your Majesty thinks that she is Su Dandan"
Why is that person and Su Dandan clearly two completely different people, not to mention, in the middle of Xianlu Yunju, Su Dandan has already died, and no one can escape death from the hands of the royal lead.
However, if she is really Su Dandan, and she escaped death from the hands of Yu Yin, then, she
A conclusion flashed in the high priest's mind, and he was so shocked by his thoughts that he suddenly turned his head, where was there the figure of Su Dandan behind him, he frowned, and a strange emotion flashed in his eyes.
As if he understood the high priest's thoughts, he spoke coldly, interrupting his train of thought, and said, "She is not her, in this world, there is no such person as Su Dandan." ”
If she is really Su Dandan, then it can only prove one possibility, and that possibility will make the Three Realms subvert again, and will make the demons who have long disappeared riot again, and the pattern of the Three Realms will be broken, and the world will be reshuffled.
After a thousand years of stability, if the demon clan rises again, it will inevitably roll up a huge wave.
In this world, there can be no more Su Dandan, Xianluyun is in the middle, she has long since died, and there is no Su Dandan in this world.
He looked calmly ahead, his fingers running over his sleeves, his long narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he was silent in thought.
In this world, there can be no more Su Dandan, but in this world, he hopes that she is still alive.
In the Immortal Sword Pavilion, by the cold koi pond, the beacon fire sat under the courtyard, looking at the koi swimming in the water of the pond in the back garden, and the disciples who took care of it in the house came in gently, took the boiled tea, gently changed it for him, and then turned to leave.
Since the loss of his arms and limbs, his temper has become worse and worse, and at first he always cursed and threw things, but now, he is no longer angry, but has a gloomy face, pale cheeks as if dead, looking at the koi swimming in the pool, his eyes are as calm as water.
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