Yun Qingluo herself was left in the big house, she gasped like a cow, she got up strongly, closed the door, and no longer at ease, she popped up a few spells one after another, sealing the whole room, so that as long as outsiders came, she could predict in advance.

After doing this, she sweated again, gasped for a moment, and reached out tremblingly to pull out a storage bag from her ruins. When the storage bag was opened, a person actually came out of it......

Dressed in purple and with black hair, a mask covering his face, and a tall figure, he stood there like a god.

Yun Qingluo stretched out his hand to him and closed his eyes slightly: "Master Zuo Tianshi...... Hold me—"

The man silently lifted her up, picked her up by the waist, and then followed her instructions and laid her on the bed......

Yun Qingluo hugged his neck with his arms and rested his head on his chest, his eyes full of pain: "Why...... Can't you love me? I've done so much for you......"

The man didn't speak, just hugged her tenderly.

Yun Qingluo suddenly pushed him away, and tears rolled down like rain: "You go away!" Get out! Get out! You're not him! No! ”

The man was pushed by her, but he took a few steps back as she said, and then rolled on the ground—

Yun Qingluo laughed: "You're not him!" He won't be so obedient! You're just a puppet! Just a brainless puppet! After laughing, she cried again: "Why aren't you him?" How good are you to him? ”

Blood flowed from her chest and back, and she let it flow, her eyes a little hollow: "Sometimes I think it's good that I'm just dead like this, and I won't like him so much anymore......"

She raised her hand and touched the wound on her chest, staining it with blood: "This is what he gave me...... Maybe it's time for me to let go......"

The man in purple walked over, stood beside the bed, looked at her with gentle eyes, raised his hand to brush her wounds, and finally spoke: "Qingluo, you can't die, you haven't completed your mission yet......"

His voice was also the voice of Emperor Fuyi, with the tenderness he had never given her: "Qingluo, you still have me." ”

Yun Qingluo was stunned for a moment: "I...... I didn't teach you that! You...... How could you? ”

The man in purple looked at her gently, and then gently hugged her into his arms, his cold lips rubbing her forehead: "Qingluo, don't be afraid, I will be there, all the time." ”

Yun Qingluo seemed to be completely stunned, letting him untie his shirt for himself, and letting his cold fingertips touch her wounds: "Qingluo, can you remove this spell sword yourself?" ”

Yun Qingluo nodded, she was a spell master, this sword was condensed with her own essence and blood mixed spell and other things, her own body could naturally melt the hook on its sword body, and then pull it out.

She gritted her teeth and pulled the broken sword out with her backhand.

Of course, it hurt and sweated again.

The person also lay down directly and almost fainted.

The man in purple had nimble fingers and began to treat her wounds, apply medicine, and bandage her......

Yun Qingluo looked at him with wide eyes, this person no matter his height, temperament, eyes, lips, fingers...... Everywhere you can see, you definitely look like him! Like the one she'd been haunted by but never got.

But what about after this mask?

She suddenly raised her hand and ripped off his mask!

Behind the mask was an eerie face, with no eyebrows, no nose, only eyes and mouth -

It's exactly the same as when she created him, nothing has changed.