Soon, the dark black demon runes on the moonstone began to glow with a faint sheen.

A memory light curtain appeared in Xuanyuan Yu's field of vision.

It was a very luxurious room, with a predominantly black tone.

The perspective is locked on a huge bed three meters long and five meters wide, and the head of the bed is carved in black sandalwood with two wild dragons, revealing sharp fangs, representing the owner's extraordinary dignity.

In the center of the bed, a woman was lying.

Very beautiful woman.

The woman's face was pale, as if she was asleep, but her chest did not rise and fall, indicating that she had not breathed a breath and was dead.

When he saw the face of the beautiful woman clearly, Xuanyuan Yu's hand shook fiercely.

"Luo'er!"

How did Luo'er die? She had just been fine with her.

No, it's not.

Xuanyuan Yu froze and stared carefully at the woman on the bed, finding that her dressing style was completely different from Luo'er's, and even her hair color was different.

This woman's hair is long silver curls that spread all the way to the knees, and the whole person looks unusually holy.

Luo'er has straight black hair, and her temperament is definitely different.

In the mouth of the woman's heart, there was a large patch of bright red, as if it was stained with blood, which was shocking.

After a while, the bedroom door opened, and a man walked in.

The man couldn't see his face, only his back.

It was a very tall, very desolate Xiao Suo's back.

The man was dressed in a black robe, pitch black, and his own temperament was also completely dark.

The man sat down next to the dead woman, took her cold little hand, put it on the side of her face, and sold the whole face inside.

A voice that could not tell whether it was crying or laughing came from the man's throat.

Xuanyuan Yu's heart was hit hard.

He felt very sad, and he didn't know why he was sad, but his heart was like being pierced by 10,000 needles, and his flesh and blood were blurred.

The man cried for a while and looked up.

Xuanyuan Yu's hand trembled in shock, and with a "snap", the moonstone fell to the ground and shattered.

He saw a face that was exactly like his own!

Xuanyuan Yu's face turned white.

This......

He gasped for breath, and he felt like he was going to lose his breath.

This moonstone blessed with runes from the Demon Realm was a "wedding gift" given to him by the Great Elder of the Demon Realm.

The people of the Demon Realm have already decided that he is the reincarnation of the Dark Monarch, that is to say, the weeping man he just saw in the moonstone is his previous life?

What about the dead woman?

Is it Mansha?

Xuanyuan Yu's hands and feet were cold, and a layer of fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He and Luo'er knew each other in their previous lives?

He loved her before?

It must be like this, otherwise why would he be so sad to see her die?!

That sadness, even if it was a thousand years later, even if it was just a small sealed memory, he could feel that his heart was about to die.

Wait a minute.

He remembered as if he had heard Stygian say that Mansha had been killed by the Dark Lord.

He killed?

Why did he kill her?

He was crying so sadly, how could he be willing to kill her?

Xuanyuan Yu's heart was very messy, and his brain exploded and hurt.

At the moment when his emotions were out of control, in his eyes like black holes, there were two clouds of dark demonic energy, which slowly overflowed.