"I don't understand, don't you believe it when I tell you that you're out, Ying Han is alive, I'll live with him well, you're dead, why can't you let it go happily?"

There was a moment of silence in the space.

The man seemed to have adapted to Mucha's unreliable nonsense, and said calmly:

"After talking about it for a long time, I still want to go out, I told you, you can't get out, why don't you believe it?"

Mucha snorted softly, "You seem confident that you can keep me here." ”

But the man said, "Seeing that you are very calm like this, you are not afraid that you will be stuck here for the rest of your life and will not be able to get out?"

Mucha sneered: "I said so many things to you just now, not to want to get out, but to delay time, I believe that Ying Han will come to save me soon, and Ying Han will definitely save me too."

Tell me what you want to tell me just now, lest Ying Han rush over in a while, and you won't have time. ”

As soon as these words came out, Muxia's hairs stood up in an instant, cold sweat was dripping, and a bowl of water felt the fear of the owner, and immediately surrounded Muxia.

The air around him instantly dropped to freezing, and the air pressure reached an unbearable level, if it weren't for the protection of a bowl of water, Mucha felt that his internal organs were about to be squeezed out.

"Why, do you want to use violence when I talk about the pain point? It seems that I guessed correctly, Ying Han is about to come, Ying Han ...... Ah......h

The protection of a bowl of water suddenly disappeared, and Mucha cried out in pain.

"It seems that you are really not afraid of death......"

At the same time, in the same space, Ying Han looked at Mu Xia, who was untouchable in front of him, and shouted angrily: "Stop, after so many years, you are still so extreme." ”

The voice was a little coquettish: "Why, do you feel uncomfortable when you see the person on the tip of your heart suffering?"

Ying Han said angrily: "You know that the person in my heart is not her, why do you still do this?"

"Then what am I? I saved you with ashes, and what am I in your heart?"

The past that he didn't dare to touch suddenly appeared in front of Ying Han's eyes, and the pictures were like knives cutting through fire, deeply stinging Ying Han's heart.

"Why are you stopping me from telling her this?"

Ying Han answered her last question with a wry smile, but chose to ignore this question: "I have no heart for a long time, don't you know?"

The voice in the space suddenly became sharp and harsh, and in the void space that Ying Han couldn't touch, Mucha struggled even more painfully.

"No heart, don't think I don't know what you and your sister did, although I am dead, I have long guessed that you will save her in this way. ”

Ying Han wanted to break through the limitations of space and save Muxia, but after trying several times, he found that all his efforts were in vain.

Ying Han's originally elegant face became unusually distorted, and his anger was about to make him lose his mind, and he shouted heartbreakingly: "You don't have to be sentimental here, she is not Liang Muxia." ”

The space suddenly came to a standstill, and the pressure on Mucha on the other side of the space seemed to disappear suddenly.

After a moment, the woman's voice sounded again: "What did you say?"

"You think you are calculating, you can't calculate anything, she is not Liang Muxia at all. ”

The man stopped talking.

The meaning of the existence of this vestige of her divine consciousness is to wait for that person, whether it is hatred or love, even if she is unwilling or regretful, this trace of divine consciousness still has her own tasks to complete.

After sleeping for thousands of years, he woke up to find that his persistence was in vain.

The space was completely quiet, so quiet that it made people feel that the space was completely dead. 18

Then the silence was broken by Ying Han: "Don't you understand? Liang Muxia has already lost his soul, and what woke you up is just a trace of hatred left by Liang Muxia." ”

"You...... What do you say?"

Ying Han learned Muxia's movements, sat on the ground lightly, and said expressionlessly:

"Let it go, Xia Er is right, there have been long vicissitudes outside, so why should we bother with people or things that don't exist for a long time?"

Ying Han looked at Mucha in the parallel space, although she was under the control of others at the moment and endured unimaginable pain, but Ying Han looked at Muxia's dark eyes, and knew that she was thinking of a solution at this moment, and there was more than one solution.

The sound of nothingness resounded in the space again.

"Anyway, what I need to accomplish is still what needs to be done......"

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The pressure that made Mucha painful was big and small, and Mucha guessed that it was Ying Han who did something that affected the entire space.

"Muxia, you must persevere!" Mucha kept brainwashing herself, "Ying Han is also working hard at the moment, you must persevere until Ying Han succeeds." ”

Mucha thinks that he can't sit still and wait for Ying Han's rescue, he must do something.

The pain was sometimes intense, sometimes subsided, and Mucha took advantage of the gap between the lighter pain and quickly thought about a coping plan.

After all, Mucha is a woman, and she is still a strong woman in the workplace, she has long been used to the pain once a month, and she has learned to type code while rolling around when it hurts.

Mucha called for a bowl of water to help her, but received no response.

Mucha didn't understand, a bowl of water was already connected to her heart, and she could cooperate with Mucha's movements smoothly just now, why did it suddenly disappear?

The man smiled softly, "What are you looking for?

The pain was intense again, and Mucha couldn't say a word, using all her strength to fight the pain created by this space.

Suddenly, there were dots of light in the space, Mucha endured the pain, condensed the power of the three souls and seven spirits, and saw water droplets scattered throughout the space.

It was Mucha's bowl of water, the blue ice water in the man's mouth.

Even Muxia, who has lived like a year, can feel the excitement of a bowl of water.

Mucha suddenly reacted, and the joy of a bowl of water was probably because of this voice.

A bowl of water is so cold, and even Chengying can be frightened to turn his head and recognize Huang Hengen as the master, he has never shown such joy after recognizing the master, there is only one possibility to make it so excited.

The divine consciousness that supports this space, the original person of this divine consciousness, is the original owner of a bowl of water.

A bowl of water senses the presence of the old master, so it will leave the Mucha who needs it and go to the arms of its previous owner.

Mucha shouted fiercely, "Are you Liang Yingao?"

The pain suddenly lessened, and it seemed that Mucha had guessed correctly.

Mucha continued to shout: "Have you harmed your offspring like this?"

"Just you, where are you worthy of being a descendant of my Liang family. ”

As soon as the words fell, the pressure on Muxia's body disappeared instantly, and she fell to the ground like rags without support.

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, the pressure of the entire space, like countless steel needles, directly pierced Muxia's brain.