As if in a chaotic world, surrounded by white and empty, Ruoxin walked quietly forward, but could not find a way out.

Is this her future? In a life without color, all the people she cares about and care about are gone, and she is the only one left in heaven and earth. Her footsteps gradually slowed down, and Ruoxin slowly squatted down, curled herself up in a ball, and protected herself with a small space.

The surroundings were infinitely magnified, and there was still a void of emptiness, only a small one of her tossing and turning in a mysterious nightmare. There was a light chant floating in the air, I couldn't hear what it was, but it was like a lullaby, which made her slowly fall into a deeper sleep, and suddenly, a familiar voice broke those soft groans, and came from afar, an anxious and worried voice, "Ruo'er, Ruo'er......"

Is it calling her?

The already scattered consciousness gradually condensed, Ruoxin raised her head and looked at the source of the sound. I didn't see anyone, but I heard the voice calling out to her, "Ruo'er, are you okay, wake up." ”

The anxious voice was transmitted to her mind, slowly clear, and the voice of Qingling Ruoquan used to be her warmest attachment, although it also made her sad, but it always occupied a place in her heart.

Is it Fenghua?

Standing up slowly, Ruoxin walked in the direction of the voice, step by step. Fenghua's voice was like a rope pulling her, the more she walked forward, the closer his voice became, and the white fog around her gradually faded, and then there was a sudden light, Ruoxin's body shook slightly, and she woke up from the heavy nightmare.

With the strong smell of furnace incense lingering in her nose, Ruoxin's eyelids moved, and she slowly opened her eyes.

The whispered chanting she had heard in her sleep before her sleep was now clearer, and Ruoxin could tell that it was the sacrificial words that those witches would chant before the sacrifice during the sacrifice of Dongheng Kingdom.

Sacrifice? It seems that she is still in the Xianwang Mansion.

Her fingers curled up and she struggled, her body still unable to move, but the unmistakable soreness permeated her body, and she realized that the previous experience that had frightened her more than a nightmare was a real thing.

He is no longer a master, he is a demon who has fallen into the devil's path, and he is bloodthirsty and cruel for his own purposes. I used to think that he was deeply in love with Bai Ruoyin, but now it seems that it is all fake?

"Ruo'er......" Fenghua's voice sounded on her side.

Fenghua is really there.

Ruoxin turned her head in surprise, but was stunned by the scene in front of her.

She lies on one of the huge circular altars and four stone tables with diagonal squares, while in the center of the other three are the Soul Suppression Stone, the Demon Black Wood, and the Rosary Bead. The altar is surrounded by four huge columns carved with ancient totems. Fenghua was tied to her diagonal column. There was no fear on his face, just looking at her with anxiety and worry in his eyes.

"Fenghua, why are you here?" Ruoxin's voice trembled slightly, and her master's ruthless face flashed in her mind.

It's definitely Master's conspiracy again.

"He's here to look for you in King Xian's Mansion, so it's just right, so I don't have to waste time inviting you to get together again." A low, slightly hoarse voice slowly sounded behind her, with a hint of regret. "But, good boy, it's really not the right time for you to wake up, if it's any longer, you can avoid the pain in the back."

The slender figure loomed from the darkness, and Huang Fuxian slowly paced in front of Ruoxin, her picturesque and elegant face smiled slightly, without the slightest danger, but Ruoxin knew how much ruthlessness and ruthlessness were hidden behind this gentle smiling face.

Ruoxin didn't say anything, staring at Huang Fuxian with a mixture of grief and defensiveness.

"Huang Fuxian, if Ruo'er is an apprentice who has been with you for ten years, how can you treat her like this." Fenghua said to Huang Fuxian, although he was tied to the column, Fenghua did not have any sense of panic, he was still like a graceful and elegant nobleman, calm and calm.

Huang Fuxian raised his eyebrows and slowly turned away. Fenghua calmly looked at Huang Fuxian's eyes, the dark gray pupils slowly flowed, and the gradually dull eyes began to fade, and the psychedelic eyes turned from dark gray to light silver gray.

Ruoxin breathed a breath, illusion!

Fenghua is using illusion on Huang Fuxian.

Huang Fuxian, who was staring at him, had a moment of pain flashing in his eyes, and he didn't know what memory he evoked, and the fist on Huang Fuxian's side clenched tightly.

"The first person she relies on trust is you, after seven years of going down the mountain, her nostalgia for you has not diminished in the slightest, how can you bear to hurt her like this?" Fenghua said slowly, his eyes were always fixed on Huang Fuxian, and the flowing light made Ruoxin unable to look directly.

Drop by drop, Huang Fuxian's clenched fist, the bright red liquid slowly dripped down, and at the same time, he also chuckled twice, and his narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. He slowly walked in front of Fenghua, his deep eyes were cold, and Huang Fuxian said slowly, word by word: "Qin Zhenhua, you don't have to waste your efforts, your illusion technique is useless to me." Glancing lightly at the long blood stain on his palm, Huang Fuxian's thin lips hooked indifferently. Approaching the innocent handsome face, he put his hand against the pulsation of Fenghua's neck, and said with some irony: "You are now in a difficult position to protect yourself, do you still want to save her?" ”

Fenghua looked back at Huang Fuxian coldly, and his silver-gray eyes slowly turned back to dark.

Ruoxin's heart sank, and she spoke: "You have already got everything you want, why are you still involved in him now?" ”

Huang Fuxian looked at Fenghua and smiled slightly, his long phoenix eyes were meaningful, "You are still so protective of him, have you forgotten how he once deceived you?" ”

Fenghua's indifferent face changed slightly.

Even though he was deceived, the feelings in his heart were real. I never blamed him. Lying on the cold stone table, Ruoxin stared deeply at Fenghua and said calmly.

Fenghua slowly raised her eyes, and the eyes that looked at her were soft and warm.

Ruoxin's heart was sour, she was involved in Fenghua. Originally, he could have had everything in Kelan, but now he has to lose everything for her.

She wanted to live, and she had been working hard to find a way to keep herself alive, but she didn't expect that her persistence would be used by Master and become a dagger to hurt the people closest to her.

Huang Fuxian put down the hand on the side of Fenghua's neck, and slowly walked back to Ruoxin's side, he leaned down slightly, looked at Ruoxin's eyes, and the smile on his lips seemed to be nothing, "Strange or not, it has nothing to do with being a teacher, anyway, he doesn't have much time." ”

Ruoxin's heart was cold, and deep despair welled up in her heart.

It's not enough for Master to hurt so many people, do you want to hurt Fenghua again?

"As a teacher, I really don't like your eyes." Slightly calloused fingertips gently rubbed her lips, and Huang Fuxian said softly, "There is only one step left, Ruo'er." When the four artifacts are successfully sacrificed to the heavens, as long as the day is over, you will not feel any more pain. ”

"Master, they're here." Rejuvenation appeared out of nowhere, stopped behind Huang Fuxian, and whispered.

Huang Fuxian didn't look back, just hummed casually.

It wasn't long before I heard the noise of footsteps outside, and a column of people entered through the gate, and countless torches were lit outside the door, making the deep night as bright as day, and also brightening the dark shrine.

Dressed in a brocade robe, the imposing King Ying Ning walked out from behind the column, his gaze swept over the altar, paused on Ruoxin, and then looked at Huang Fuxian, who was standing with his back to him, and his indifferent and solemn voice sounded in the altar, "Uncle Huang, stop all your plans." ”