"In other words, you are the Chen Xi you met in this place, and this is the last place you met?"

Song Le asked Pei Xiuyan.

His voice was deep and his emotions were mixed.

Pursuing all the way, painstakingly, and enduring a lot of hardships, I finally saw with my own eyes where Chen Xi finally stayed.

Originally, he thought that he should be very happy.

But in fact, there is no way for him to really describe his state right now.

Is it joy?

Not exactly.

Chen Xi's sudden departure brought quite serious psychological damage to Song Le, and he even hated Chen Xi's decision a little.

But he can forgive all of this, he can ignore it, he can ignore it.

After all, he is a man, and Chen Xi is the woman he once loved deeply.

The only thing he can't forgive is that Chen Xi didn't care about Song Yun'er at all, didn't even say hello, and pursued his dream so easily.

He wanted to ask: In your Chen Xi's heart, what is your daughter?

The mouth keeps saying that it is the crystallization of love, the flesh of the heart, and the attachment that cannot be separated.

The result?

Just pat your ass and leave, where is the slightest look that you can't give up?

Countless times, when Song Yun'er mentioned the word "mother", Song Le had a feeling that his heart was like a knife.

He didn't hurt for himself, but for Song Yun'a, for Song Yun'er, who was supposed to grow up happily.

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"The reason is very simple, there are not many people I have offended, and among them, the only one who has the ability to make such an exaggerated illusion is you Pei Xiuyan, or Pei Xiuyan, the lord of the undead, I don't need to guess, I can definitely be you."

"Haha!"

Pei Xiuyan smiled strangely, and the smoky makeup danced with it, bewitching and charming, and a little hysterical.

Song Le didn't react, his eyes were like a deep pool of ten thousand years, calm and waveless.

After half a sound, Pei Xiuyan suppressed his laughter, licked his purple-red lips, and said slowly: "It seems that Song Le, you still don't understand how important you are, and you don't know the real reason why you have everything you have today." ”

"Really?"

Song Le's brows flashed with a faint surprise, and quickly subsided.

"I can tell you something, Song Le, you are blind and the correct answer, but the process is very far from what you imagined, and it is not even the same thing at all."

Pei Xiuyan didn't know where to take out a slender lady's cigarette, took a ZIPPO lighter and lit it skillfully, took a deep breath in a chic manner, and slowly spit out smoke rings.

Half a sound again, the smoke rings dispersed above the corridor, and she didn't wait for Song Le to react before she continued: "But it's okay, I don't plan to hide it anyway, and there's no need to show off anything in front of you, you just think you guessed right." ”

She rubbed her index finger and thumb together, gently flicked off the cigarette ash, and then circled her body with her right hand holding the cigarette butt, and readily admitted: "All this is indeed what I did, and I created an illusion with the power of [Abyss Gaze], in order to trap you here, and it is best to kill you here." ”

"Haha......"

There was another hysterical burst of maniacal laughter, then it came to an abrupt halt like a slam on the brakes, and his expression quickly returned to his composure from twisting.

"Are you satisfied with that?"

The corners of Pei Xiuyan's lips were slightly raised, and the arc was very mysterious.

It turned out that his father's identity was not a firefighter, and his mother was not a simple housewife, and the two were the captains and vice-captains of the 36th Huaxia Chosen One.

It is true that his father died because of the tsunami of that year, but the reasons behind the tsunami are staggeringly complex.

His mother did die suddenly, but not because of any congenital heredity, or because of longing, but because she sacrificed her life for the country and died on the glorious battlefield.

And his wife, an ordinary mecha enthusiast, is the real identity of the 38th Chosen One Team in Huaxia, and also has a majestic title, called "Iron Queen".

Then, the other identity of the iron-blooded queen is the little girl who was just full moon when she was rescued by her father.

Song Le didn't know who deliberately revealed this information to him, but he could only be sure that it was not Shen Qingxia, those mysterious people had a much higher status than Shen Qingxia, and knew many secrets that even Shen Qingxia didn't know.

Another thing he can be sure of is that his heart is full of resentment, and the object is everyone, including those mysterious people, including Shen Qingxia, including his parents, and Chen Xi.

He will enter the glorious battlefield to bring Chen Xi back, but the real purpose is very simple - he wants to ask Chen Xi: What is the relationship between us?

Of course, the main reason is that he has to hurry up and report to the boss Xue Mao Studio 001 about getting the hidden plot point.

Those are two hidden plot points, hidden plot points worth hundreds of millions, how can they not fall into the hands of others.

Although it was midnight on the boss's side, he didn't hesitate to dial the boss's phone.

Soon the phone was connected, and the woman's moans rang out at the same time as the grumpy man's voice.

He wanted to hear the most truthful answer, and he wanted the answer to be "use", "repay the favor", or whatever nonsense answer.

The only thing you don't want to hear is "love".

Is "love" mixed with so many elements still love?

The master of ceremonies and the man in sunglasses looked at each other and laughed arrogantly, then raised a finger and said contemptuously: "I'll give you a little finger of a substitute for a dead doll, and I want to take you two S-level hidden plot points, if you don't give it, ......"

His tone suddenly turned cold, "Die!" ”

"Are you going to rob it?"

Song Le's face was ugly, but his tone was quite calm.

"That's right!"

The master of ceremonies replied very simply, without the slightest sense of guilt in his tone, not even any sense of pride, as if he had done an extremely ordinary little thing.

"Then you ......"

Song Le was halfway through his words when he was suddenly interrupted.

"Wait, don't promise them anything!"

He followed the voice and saw a white-faced man in his early twenties, with a slightly curly beard on his lips, hurrying from the elevator.

"My name is Bai Xingxing, and I'm your fan." Bai Xingxing briefly introduced himself, then turned to glare at the master of ceremonies, and said viciously: "Xue Mao Studio 008, you despicable and shameless robbers, didn't you rob me, do you still want to rob my master?" ”

Without waiting for the master of ceremonies to answer Xue Mao's Studio 008, he turned his head again and said to Song Le with a little flattery: "Master, don't fall for this robber, he won't pay you any price at all, they ......"

"Wait," Song Le stopped Bai Xingxing's words, and said inexplicably: "Didn't you say that you were a fan just now, why did you call me Master again, do I know you?" ”