She had never seen a man as good-looking as him, and his painting-like eyebrows and eyes were engraved with a deep dark breath, as if he was born in the shadows, and completely merged with the darkness, but he bloomed in the darkness strongly, blooming a dazzling poppy, and his body was also melted with a poison that was tempting and addictive.

The black robe that dragged the ground wrapped around his slender and perfect figure, and his ink-like black hair seemed to have fine streamers, and he was as beautiful as if he had come out of a painting, but his eyes, which were purer than obsidian, had a cold aura that was colder than the abyss.

"Less...... Host? Yan Qu looked at the man standing in front of Pei Yuetong, his face was full of shock and stunned.

Is this man a young master?

His facial features were the same, and his body shape was the same, but he felt that this man was not at all the same as the young man he was familiar with.

The momentum is too strong, and the temperature under the eyes is too cold.

Just by a glance, Yan Qu didn't dare to look directly at this person's face at all, and even his breathing almost stopped because of his appearance.

Compared with Yan Qu's reaction, Ming Qianjue was stunned at first after seeing the man appear, and then showed a look of ecstasy.

She would never misidentify the man in front of her must be the man in the portrait she had seen in the fairy city, the back that made her haunt her with just one glance and could never forget it!

This person is the ancestor of the Immortal Family, and he is also the master of the Immortal City, and he is also the only person she has wanted to get in the camp for so many years.

She opened her mouth, wanting to tell this person her full love, but the aura on his body was too strong, and she couldn't get close to his side at all, so she only felt chills all over her body and tremble at the bottom of her heart, so she condensed her heart full of grievances.

Why did he hold Pei Yuetong's hand?

Why can that woman stay by her side!

Shen Qianjue glared at Pei Yuetong angrily, just wishing that she could tear her apart and drink blood.

It seemed that he was disturbed by the voices of Yan Qu and Ming Qianjue, and the man came back to his senses.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze swept over his hand that held Pei Yuetong's wrist, his dark eyes narrowed, a trace of cold displeasure flashed in his eyes, and a cold voice sounded in Pei Yuetong's ears than the polar abyss-

"Who are you?"

asked three simple words, but before he got Pei Yuetong's answer, he felt a sudden pain in his heart, and his eyebrows couldn't help but tighten up.

He should have let go of the woman's hand in front of him, after all, he had never been so close to anyone.

But at this time, just a flash of this thought in his mind, a dull pain inexplicably rose in his heart.

As a result, the man's slender fingers tightened a few more points, so tight that they instantly left a circle of bruised finger marks on Pei Yuetong's wrist.

He dragged Pei Yuetong into his arms, clasped her chin with the other hand, and said in a low voice: "The city lord is asking you, who brought you to Shuluo City." ”

After Pei Yuetong heard his words, all his sanity finally returned.

She looked directly into his cold eyes, didn't break away from his hand, and only called faintly, "Zhen Qianhong." ”

The man's eyebrows were raised, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneering smile, but the smile did not rise into his eyes, and the long finger pinching Pei Yuetong's jaw was slightly harder, "It's not a small courage, for so many years, it's the first time that someone dares to call the name of the city lord." ”

He looked up and looked ahead, and subconsciously opened his mouth to call the eight generals, but his gaze swept over Rong An not far from the side.

A hint of coldness slipped through his pupils, and Pei Yuetong clearly felt that the fingertips of the man in front of him froze, and then a cold aura spread out from his body.

"Rong An." He let go of Pei Yuetong and waved his hand, and Rong An was suddenly dragged into Zhen Qianhong's hand by a strong force.

Zhen Qianhong lifted Rong An's collar, and a trace of blood rose in his cold eyes after making sure that he was completely out of breath, but when he saw Rong An's appearance clearly, a trace of obvious surprise slipped over Jun's face.

He squinted his eyes slightly, looked Rong An's quiet and white face up and down, and looked at Pei Yuetong sideways after a while and said, "This is Rong An." ”

The tone was calm and indifferent, but Pei Yuetong heard a trace of uncertain inquiry from it.

Pei Yuetong's eyebrows frowned slightly, but Zhen Qianhong didn't wait for Pei Yuetong to answer, and called in a deep voice: "Eight generals of Shura." ”

With a wave of breath, the Youque Knife emerged from Zhen Qianhong's palm, but the next moment, Zhen Qianhong twisted his eyebrows again, and looked behind Pei Yuetong with him, "Huh?" ”

In the past, no matter where he was, as long as he opened his mouth to summon the eight generals of Shura, those people would appear in front of him as soon as possible, but now, Zhen Qianhong not only didn't see those familiar people, but he couldn't even find the familiar aura.

His gaze swept over the stiff faces in front of him, and after making sure that he hadn't seen those unfamiliar faces, Zhen Qianhong directly threw Rong An's body aside, put away the secluded and asked with some playfulness: "You brought these people?" ”

"Zhen Qianhong, you don't remember me." Pei Yuetong did not answer Zhen Qianhong's question, but looked at his eyes and said expressionlessly.

Zhen Qianhong's left hand slid down and grabbed Pei Yuetong's neck, but his fingers subconsciously relaxed his strength, looking like he was teasing her swan-like slender neck, and even the warm touch of his fingertips made him feel familiar and pleasant.

However, the answer he blurted out was still cold, "Should this city lord recognize you?" ”

Pei Yuetong's eyelashes drooped, her fingers clenched instantly, and the blood under her eyes also flashed, but her face lost all the blood.

The moment he appeared in front of her, an incredible thought subconsciously appeared in Pei Yuetong's heart.

However, at that time, there was only surprise and astonishment in my thoughts, and even some indescribable softness and grievances.

But when Zhen Qianhong asked who she was in that voice, all Pei Yuetong's emotions seemed to be erased in an instant, leaving only the exhaustion and desolation after being dazed.

She thought, her guess was not wrong.

Zhen Qianhong is back, but it is not his Zhen Qianhong who is back.

The man in front of him was the King of the Heavenly Realm who had stood on the second day of the Thirty-Three Days, and it was Zhen Qianhong, the city lord of Shura City.

His time has been traced back to thousands of years ago, and the time and memory of the destruction of the city after this have been erased from his life.

Pei Yuetong smiled.

Maybe she thought it was funny, or maybe it was affected by the inexplicable aura before.

There was a dull pain in her lower abdomen, but it was not as tight as the suffocation in her heart.

The peach blossom eyes, which have always been bewitching and full of water, have lost all their temperature at this time, and the ridicule on the side of their mouths has become as cold as Zhen Qianhong's, even cooler and darker than Zhen Qianhong's.

Because Zhen Qianhong appeared with a feeling of hatred that was suppressed and dissipated, with a trace of the idea of destroying and destroying, it suddenly appeared in Pei Yuetong's mind, and she said to Zhen Qianhong with a smile: "Since you don't remember me anymore, what are you doing holding my hand." ”

As soon as the words fell, Pei Yuetong shook his hand suddenly, lowered his face and said, "Let go." ”

The familiar temperature wrapped around his fingertips was suddenly withdrawn, and Zhen Qianhong's heart was inexplicably stagnant, as if something important had been taken away, he frowned, and opened his mouth to call out a name, but the voice was choked when it reached his mouth. The next moment, he noticed that Pei Yuetong exuded an aura that he was extremely familiar with.

Thirty-three days, the land of karmic fire, not the Mausoleum of the Heavenly Emperor.