Qingshu didn't know what would happen if she died in the illusion.

She couldn't help but think about anything now, the dangers around her were everywhere, and she had nowhere to hide.

She completely passively joined this sudden, completely unending battle.

One day, two days, three days......

It's been so long that Qingqi can't remember how long she has been in this battlefield, even if she tells herself over and over again that it's all fake, it's all fake, but she will still run out of spiritual power again and again, and she will be injured when she is not careful, and she will see one after another around her, people who can't tell the difference of race are falling next to her, some of which she can save in time, and some of them are too late to save at all.

At first, when she stood outside the abyss and looked at it, the abyss she saw was like an abyss under a cliff, but after actually entering the battlefield, it was like the endless black wasteland she had seen before.

Stumps and severed arms everywhere.

The blood that could not distinguish the color had already stained the ground under his feet into a red, black, sticky, and fishy smell.

The green tree is really about to hold on.

She didn't even have the time to think about how she was going to get out of this illusion, but when this war was going to end.

A swaying god, a sharp claw like a sickle, pierced straight through her shoulder, Qingjun's face was pale in pain, and it was clear in front of her that she couldn't see anything clearly.

She was so tired that she couldn't help but close her eyes.

But just as she was about to fall, suddenly a hand held her waist, and then the sickle-shaped claw that pierced her shoulder was pulled out of her shoulder again, and she suddenly woke up from the pain.

Her eyes clearer, and then she saw the face she had thought about for a long time, and had thought about it for a long time.

"Your Majesty?"

Qingqi subconsciously shouted.

When the other party heard her voice, he paused slightly, as if he didn't understand what she was talking about, so he quickly stuffed a pill into her mouth and whispered, "Be careful, go east, there is an enchantment beyond the long abyss, be safe." ”

With that, he turned around and dispersed the surging monsters around him, and went in other directions.

Qingqi covered his shoulder with one hand, which was still aching, and looked at his back in a daze, his heart throbbed, and tears fell without warning.

That's not her majesty.

Of course she can tell.

He looked at her with the slightest familiarity, as if she were just a person he had saved casually, no different from one of all the same factions in this battlefield.

If it was in the past, she pouted at most, but at this moment, the pain of the grievances that came from the strong stream seemed to devour her.

She was so aggrieved.

She was trapped in this endless illusion, and she had seen familiar faces, but none of them were familiar people.

Whether it's Liguang or Qingluo, including seeing the face that is exactly the same as Lian Xueyin, no matter how similar it is, it's not.

None of them were people she was familiar with.

She was alone and caught up in a nightmare from which she couldn't get out.

She had a lot of things to say to him, but he wasn't there, and the "he" here didn't know her at all.

How the hell is she going to get out of here, get out of here, and find him!

The emotions that she couldn't experience and couldn't feel in the past seemed to be infinitely magnified and amplified at this moment, magnified to the point that she convergated into an emotion in her heart, and she missed him. (End of chapter)