Jun Moye's body stiffened slightly, and a little blood spilled from the corners of his mouth again, but he didn't make any movement.

Purple eyes looked at Mu Hanyue, her eyes were doting, and she chuckled: "Xiao Yue'er, can you relieve your anger in this way?" ”

The breezy words evoked a memory in Mu Hanyue's mind.

"Xiao Yue'er, can you relieve your anger like this?"

"Xiao Yue'er, can you relieve your anger like this?"

“……”

This sentence is very familiar.

She'd heard.

This sentence, the tone is the same.

She'd heard.

The same words, the same expression, and that wicked face......

The hand in his sleeve clenched, raised his eyes to look at Jun Moye, who was already injured in front of him, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and chuckled: "You know, what is the most unlike him?" ”

Jun Moye just looked at Mu Hanyue quietly, without speaking, without words.

In this way, it is impossible to guess what is going on in his mind.

Looking at Jun Moye, Mu Hanyue slowly raised her right hand, there were no waves in her eyes, and there was no elemental power condensed in her hands.

The slender and white fingers stayed on her left chest, the cherry lips were slightly hooked, and the teeth were lightly opened: "Because, with you, this heart of mine will not beat, it will not become hot, it will not become excited, it is very calm, calm like a lake, and it can't stir up any wind and waves." ”

When the words fell, he squinted at the man in front of him and sneered: "So, do you understand?" ”

Demons are unique, and there is no one to replace them, no one can replace them.

Although the man in front of him looked exactly the same as the demon, his expressions and movements were so similar, maybe he could deceive her.

However, the only thing that couldn't fool her was ......

Her heart.

Together with demonic self-love, her heart is hot, warm, beating, joyful, happy, fluctuating, and her heart lake will ripple.

However, the man in front of her, she didn't feel that feeling at all.

In this way, it can't be said that she has changed her mind, and she doesn't feel the pinch, that is absolutely impossible.

The man in front of him is fake!

It's been fake all along!

"Hehe......" The purple-robed man laughed lowly, his low and hoarse voice was full of charm, and his pair of surging purple eyes were also sultry and demagogic.

"You're smart." Thin lips hooked slightly, chuckling.

This woman is very smart.

He thought she couldn't notice it.

After all, he and that man are 99% similar.

"No matter how similar you are, you're not him." Mu Hanyue took a few steps back, and a red light emanated from her body, enveloping her whole person.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, the one you love will also die. So, from now on, I will be him. The purple-robed man shook his head and chuckled, and spit out these words lightly.

Yes or no, it doesn't matter.

As long as he wants, then, he is.

"You don't deserve it!" There was absolute killing intent in the indifferent voice, and a red light hit the purple-robed man's chest.

Mu Hanyue's figure also galloped up, her figure flashed, and she quickly walked towards the purple-robed man.

The dagger in his hand was illuminated by the golden light, the cold glow was exposed, and the murderous aura leaked out, and the dagger was filled with dark light, drawing a half-arc in mid-air, stabbing at the chest of the purple-robed man.