Xiao Shunzi took a step forward and said in front of his master, but Zhu Youxiao, the Emperor of the Apocalypse, listened to it in his heart, left in a hurry, got on the dragon chariot, and prepared to leave.

But at that moment, a phantasm suddenly appeared in front of him, and a Bentley only came into his sight, although he could not understand what it was.

But it was a kind of telepathy, as if Ling Luo was right next to him, causing him to look in a trance and his spirit to refresh in an instant.

"Your Majesty?"

Chenggong and Xiao Shunzi looked at each other in surprise, and looked at the master reaching out, as if he had touched something, with a deep and charming expression.

"Luo'er, is that you? I see you, do you see me? ”

"Your Majesty?"

Ling Luo felt that the hallucinations that appeared in front of her eyes were too real, and seeing the emperor like that when she was face-to-face like that, she couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

The same place, time, overlapped, looking at each other, looking at each other affectionately.

When Li Mochen stopped suddenly, he was even more stunned by Ling Luo in front of him, what is this stupid girl doing? Hands touching the car window, strange and hazy?

Only the touch of telepathy, and the atmosphere that they felt with each other, Ling Luo and the Emperor of the Apocalypse looked at each other sincerely, and talked about each other.

"Luo'er, is it really you? Do you know? How much do I miss you? Do you know that you can't sleep well? Where are you? Luo'er, tell me that I will save you. ”

"Luo'er doesn't know where this is? I only know that everything in front of me has changed, Shengshang, Luo'er also misses you, but, Luo'er, Luo'er has ......"

Crying bitterly, Ling Luo was extremely sad, now that she was no longer perfect, how could she have a deep relationship with the saint?

"Your Highness, have you forgotten Luo'er? Luo'er is no longer worthy of the saint, don't think about Luo'er, don't think about it anymore. ”

"No, don't, Luo'er, where do you say you are? I will definitely go to you, I know, it was Concubine Rong's evil magic that turned you away, you tell me where you are? Luo'er, Luo'er, you speak, Luo'er ......"

Suddenly an illusion gradually disappeared in front of him, Ling Luo was also in front of Zhu Youxiao, a Pingchuan scenery that became a reality, Zhu Youxiao wiped his tears tightly, but the blur was illusory, and everything became clearly visible.

"Ling Luo, Luo'er!" Screaming in pain, Zhu Youxiao was in pain, sad in his heart at this moment, angry on his face, to Concubine Rong, he would never tolerate adultery again.

Angry and angry, he ordered to hurry back to the palace, he wanted to find out, where did the mage of the Western Regions invited by Concubine Rong turn Ling Luo?

Ling Luo suddenly couldn't see the emperor, his expression was very panicked, and he was also in pain, and he finally saw his beloved, but he disappeared.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty...... No, not an illusion, certainly not an illusion. ”

Li Mochen has been stunned and watched Ling Luo finish this scene, sneering and laughing, but her mood is even more unhappy, this stupid girl, she still thinks about other men when acting, her ready-made husband, but sitting next to her alive, she can't see it?

She would be thinking about an old antique that had been dead for more than three hundred years, and that Emperor of the Apocalypse was a short-lived ghost at all, didn't she know?

Scold! Funny, there must be something wrong with this brain? will improvise anytime and anywhere, why not be an actor, what a waste of talent?

"Finished acting? Feed! Ling Luochen, are you missing a string in your brain? I'm getting more and more suspicious of my IQ problem now?

No, I'm going to take you to the doctor first, if you're like this, I'll get married, I'm stupid...... Ay! It's really bad luck Ling Luochen, I'm in such a big trouble with you. ”

Li Mochen really has a big head now, and he swore that he agreed to his grandfather, but Ling Luo's performance here really frightened him.

If he marries a girl who likes to talk to the air every day, will he accept it? Can you face it more calmly? It's no wonder if it doesn't collapse.