The expression on the face of Emperor Moxuan in front of him was no longer the gentle and doting before him.
That unparalleled handsome face gradually became distorted and hideous.
He clasped Ye Qingluo's wrist tightly with five fingers, and his fingertips were like sharp blades, as if they were going to embed into her flesh.
"You don't want to stay here with me?" He asked angrily.
In the twinkling peach blossom eyes, there is an expression of despair and heartbreak.
Ye Qingluo let out a "hiss" in pain, twisted his brows, and stared at his clenched hand: "Ah Xuan, it's not that I don't want to, it's just... there shouldn't be just the two of us here."
"But I just want... everything here, just me and you!" The man refuted her words sharply.
"Ah Xuan..." Ye Qingluo's slender eyebrows furrowed even tighter, her charming eyes stared deeply at the man with an increasingly gloomy face, and she pursed her lips tightly.
wrong…
Something is wrong!
"You're not Di Moxuan!" Ye Qingluo's eyes widened suddenly, and he took a few steps back, "This is an illusion!"
Yes, he is not Di Moxuan.
She should still be in the illusion created by the ghost gate.
no wonder...
She instinctively felt an inexplicable sense of resistance to this Emperor Moxuan.
Obviously moved by what he did to himself.
But unfortunately, I don't want him to touch me.
The ferocious expression on the face of "Di Moxuan" in front of him gradually dissipated.
He hooked his lips, and his quiet and deep eyes locked her deeply: "I am an illusion? Xiao Luo'er, you can't even recognize your own man?"
"My man, I can recognize him naturally." At this time, Ye Qingluo's cheeks had faded from the previous blush and shyness, her charming eyes were as clear as water, calm and indifferent, "So, you are not him."
"Di Moxuan" fell silent.
He stared at Ye Qingluo for a moment, his eyes dark and unclear.
His dense eyelashes trembled slightly, his sleeves moved slightly, and a dagger appeared in his hand.
Ye Qingluo was startled, and took a step back vigilantly.
But seeing "Di Moxuan" handing him the dagger, his thin lips slightly raised: "Since you think I am an illusion, then... take the dagger and stab me down."
Immediately, he withdrew his hand, placed it in his heart, and nodded.
Ye Qingluo's hand holding the dagger froze, his pupils widened: "What do you mean?"
"Since I'm so sure that I'm an illusion, killing me is a breeze, isn't it?" The man just smiled faintly.
There was an ancient well of emotion in his eyes.
"If I kill you, can I return to reality?" Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips tightly, clenched her dagger hand, and tightened her five fingers a little.
She was sure that this place was an illusion.
It is said in the books that if you want to enter the gate of hell, you must shed the three insects on your body, that is, greed, hatred and ignorance.
Then, the level of the gate of ghosts is probably compared to killing these three insects through these three temptations.
Even if it passed the gate of hell.
The peak of the old man's profound strength is the greed of the first level.
Di Moxuan's marriage to other women aroused the resentment in her heart, which was the anger of the second level.
Di Moxuan's gentle pampering, wishing to be with her for the rest of his life, just him and her, and their children... This is the third level of delusion.
Just kill this illusion and break the illusion of the third level.
The three insects must have stripped her body.
She took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on the man in front of her.
Raising the dagger, it tentatively leaned against his chest.
The man didn't have the slightest hesitation or evasion.
Instead, he spread out his hands, as if letting her ravage him.
Ye Qingluo gritted her teeth.
This is just an illusion!
The real Emperor Moxuan is still waiting for her outside the illusion.
Here, after all, it is not reality.
Thinking about it this way, Ye Qingluo raised the dagger again, and stabbed Di Moxuan's heart fiercely...