Chapter 228: Distinguishing Fiction from Reality 2

In the worship hall overflowing with golden light, Qiandaoliu saw the "she" in the illusion from Qianrenxue at the age of five, and Qianyuelong looked at it with those kind and majestic dark golden eyes when she was not born.

The gaze is dark and profound. Obviously didn't speak, but Qian Yuelong just knew what Qiandaoliu wanted to express.

Yes.

What she prepared for Qianrenxue was the original world plot without the interference and existence of her butterfly.

These are all the real things that happened to "Qianrenxue".

Since she has arranged this "illusion", she is already ready to meet the consciousness of thousands of questions and disgust.

Qian Yuelong smiled at Qiandaoliu.

The smile is as clean and pure as ever, revealing a hint of intimacy, but with a touch of transparency and indifference.

Unexpectedly, Qianyuelong's solution turned out to be 886 of the werewolf self-destructing: [. 】

[Ahhh Host, what are you doing! Why do you want to expose the vest yourself! 】

When the host was reincarnated in the Douluo World, it took a lot of effort to make the host exist reasonably, and even fooled the eyes of the gods of the Douluo World!

But now!

It crumbled and covered its round, glowing head with its short little hand.

[If the other party has murderous intentions, the main system will not be able to catch us! ] 】

Qian Yuelong did not respond to 886, but just looked at Qiandaoliu fixedly, waiting for the verdict to be announced.

The two looked at each other in mid-air for a long time.

The first one to close his eyes and silently retreat was Qiandaoliu.

Qiandaoliu sighed silently in his heart, raised his hand, and gently fell on Qian Yuelong's soft silver-white hair, and stroked it twice, with a sense of comfort.

"Blood doesn't tell the whole story. Even if you are not Xiaoxue's sister, I believe that you will still establish a deep bond with us. ”

Whether it is as a close existence that they trust and can deliver their lives, or as the golden generation of the Wuhun Palace, the thousand streams who have witnessed Qian Yuelong's journey are very sure that some people are born like night pearls, shining on their own.

Even if it is dusty, it is temporary.

A pearl is a pearl after all.

It is the proudest pearl of the Wuhun Palace.

Qiandaoliu's eyes softened: "I am surprised and happy. I'm glad you want to trust us. I thought I would carry this secret with me until I died. ”

The amount of information revealed by this sentence was a bit beyond Qian Yuelong's expectations.

Her eyes widened slightly, and there was a rare look of surprise on her delicate countenance.

"You already knew?"

[It's impossible!] 】

886's exclamation overlapped with Qianyuelong's voice.

Qiandaoliu smiled slightly: "I am also an offering to a god. ”

The memories of other people are blurred, but his own realm has reached the demigod, and he is an existence that can faintly touch the law, and it is not so easy to "deceive" his eyes.

And about this "illusion" that Yuelong prepared for Xiaoxue.

Qiandaoliu's gaze was slightly deeper.

His instincts told him that this was not just a fantasy.

Qiandaoliu lowered his head and looked at Qian Yuelong.

Qian Yuelong blinked her eyes, and everything was silent.

886 didn't have time to pay attention to the staring of his grandson and grandson, and was still immersed in the self-isolation of his cheating that was discovered early in the morning.

After the frank announcement, the grandparents and grandchildren in a harmonious atmosphere looked at each other for a short time, tacitly unveiled the topic, and continued to watch the "illusion" that Qianyue was experiencing.

The atmosphere of the years was quiet until Qiandaoliu saw Bibi Dong appear in front of Chihiro, who had not yet healed from his dark wounds, the curvature of the corners of his lips straightened, and he watched expressionlessly as Bibi Dong in the "Illusion" killed Chihiro with an external soul bone, and even absorbed and refined his flesh and blood and cultivation.

Qian Yuelong was keenly aware that the calm-minded grandfather's aura condensed for a moment, as if it was frozen in the ocean, hiding countless killing intentions.

"Grandpa, are you okay?"

Qian Yuelong looked at Qiandaoliu with a condensed face with some concern.

Qiandaoliu closed his eyes to calm his emotions, and when he opened them again, he regained his calm, revealing the tranquility of divinity.

"No problem."

Qiandaoliu's gaze moved back to the projection in mid-air, looking at Qianrenxue's sluggish appearance, a sigh overflowed between his lips.

"That's how they ended up, and I have a lot of responsibility. It's too late to say anything. ”

Whether there is Yuelong or not, the contradiction between Bibi Dong and Xun Ji has become an undying hatred.

There is no possibility of salvation.

The turmoil in the worship hall returned to calm, but the shock to Qianrenxue had only just begun.

Stiffly watching Bibi Dong brutally refine Chihiro's flesh and soul power cultivation, Qianyue's lips trembled, the hand hanging by her side clenched, her nails were firmly embedded in her palm, and she unexpectedly felt the real pain.

No, that's not true.

It's just an illusion created by the demons!

Qianyue's eyes were full of coldness, as if a layer of sharp ice had been condensed, with a cold heart to the bone: "You think you can shake me like this?" Amusing! ”

Father and. The mothers are not in harmony with each other, but it does not mean that they are not in harmony with each other and want to kill each other at all times!

If she really hates her father so much that she wants to kill him with her own hands, then what about her and Yuelong, who also have half of her father's blood in their bodies?

I really hate them to this extent, and when I was a child, I didn't just have an indifferent attitude towards them, right?

Qianyue convinced herself in her heart.

The heart, which had finally been calm, stiffened again when it caught a glimpse of the figure flashing through the passage on the other side of the dark room.

Is that

"Grandpa?"

Qianyue had great difficulty calling out the name of another dear person.

Qiandaoliu, who had perfectly restrained his own aura, looked at Bibi Dong who was refining his son's flesh and soul power cultivation expressionlessly, and his hand hanging down his side clenched hard, and his arm trembled slightly.

Qianrenxue could read the churning killing intent from Qiandaoliu's eyes, but for some reason, Qiandaoliu endured it.

He took a deep look at Bibi Dong, who had entered the cultivation state, turned around indifferently, his back looked much older, and he walked silently, just like when he came, and quietly left the dark room.

On the second day, the news that Pope Qianxun was seriously injured due to the previous battle with Tang Hao, and finally died spread throughout the Martial Spirit Palace.

Qianren Xue looked at the familiar and different development in front of her, and watched her be sent to the Heaven Dou Empire undercover according to the direction in her memory, and spent day after day in the deceit of the royal family, becoming more and more silent.

At this moment, an unprecedented dazedness and deep uncertainty rose in Qian Lingxue's heart.

The passage of time here has no meaning and is ambiguous.

After watching it for a long time, she will even blend in, forgetting that it is just an "illusion".

Because it's real, it's scary in detail.

Qianrenxue's legs were nailed in place, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar Tiandou prince "Xue Qinghe".

The other party is looking at a floor-to-ceiling mirror.

In the mirror, her original posture clearly appeared in the mirror.

And "Xue Qinghe" shrank his pupils and found her as an uninvited guest.

"Who are you?!"

She heard "Xue Qinghe" shouting angrily.

——Digression——

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival (than the heart)~