A light breeze blew the veil off her face, revealing her delicate little face.

The palm-sized face was inlaid with a pair of crystal clear water curtains, and the eyes were covered with frost and covered by curled eyelashes.

Her skin was unusually fair and transparent, and it seemed that she had been in a place where she had not seen the light for many years.

She is not outstanding, but she has a charm and an inexplicable attraction on her body, so that you can easily notice her.

She is not enchanting and does not have the charm of being fascinated by people when they see her, but she is like a clear spring, which can easily wash away the dust in the deepest part of her heart.

Mu Luoying looked at the familiar and unfamiliar face in front of her, her eyes were full of horror.

She took several steps back in quick succession, stumbling and falling to the ground because she had retreated a little too quickly.

"Yingying, I treat you well!"

"Sister Qian, no, it's not me, it has nothing to do with me, it's Jun Qianchen, it's him, he's ......"

Mu Luoying has been unable to sleep steadily since the day she knew that Situ Qianqian was not dead.

I didn't expect to see it today, and it's still in this situation.

She didn't fuse with the body in front of her, and she couldn't exert her strength, but the other party was already at the peak of the ninth order.

"He's dead, shouldn't you go with him too? He said you were the one he really loved! ”

Situ Qianqian's mood was always very stable, as if she was talking about something completely unrelated to her.

But anyone knows how deep it is to turn one's back on one's people for love.

At the beginning, she was the successor of the Netherworld Valley, an undead summoner at the peak of the eighth order, but with such a noble identity, she fell in love with a middle-of-the-road child of a small family who was not even a fourth order, how pure this love was.

For the sake of the person she loves, she carries her clansmen, gives up pride, and even prefers to share it with other women, as long as the man she loves is happy.

But what Zuihou got in exchange was a cup of poison.

With her strength, how could she not know that it was a cup of poison? At that time, her heart died, and she swallowed tears, in exchange for the most remote corner.

She didn't know how she woke up, but the moment she crawled out of the dirt and was picked up, it was doomed for the rest of her life.

"No, no, Sister Qian, he loves you, and he loves you from beginning to end!"

Mu Luoying roared, and took advantage of her stunned moment to turn around and plunge into the passage on the side, and the door of the passage slammed shut.

Situ Qianqian's expression was cold, and a stream of energy condensed in her hand slapped on the stone door, but what kind of place is the tomb of the gods, how can she destroy it with a small human realm ninth-order?

"Yingying, you can't escape this time!"

Her hoarse voice echoed in this place, and her form had vanished in place.

People can kill at any time, but things don't wait for anyone.

When the person behind the stone gate heard her voice, he couldn't help but tremble violently.

She spread out her hand and looked at the soul fire that was dancing in her hand, and changed her original thoughts.

If she wants to live, she needs strength.

She urgently needs the strength to be able to confront the people at the peak of the ninth order, she can't kill Su Mei'er, she can only coexist!

She palmed her hand, and a black container appeared in the palm of her hand, and she gathered her mind and began to condense her handprint.

She had to awaken the hidden consciousness in Su Meier's soul first, and then use this black container to fuse the other party's soul with this body.