The man in red was none other than Chu Wuxin.
"Sect Master Gu, she is not the woman you can imagine." Chu Wuxin warned coldly.
Gu Jingyu froze, staring blankly at Chu Wuxin's expressionless face: "Master of Death Castle, you are also to Miss Ye..."
Chu Wuxin glanced coldly, and blocked Gu Jingyu's words in his throat.
That gaze, like a sharp knife, seemed to draw countless scars on his body.
Gu Jingyu's heart thumped hard.
This time, Gu Jingyu was completely hit.
He thought that the woman he fell in love with was the only woman in the world who he felt could be worthy of him.
But I didn't expect...
In fact, he is not good enough for her.
The fiancé is Lord Regal.
There is also a Lord of the Castle of Death, who is her admirer.
In comparison, he doesn't even count as a fart.
Chu Wuxin didn't look at him again.
Walk directly in the direction Ye Qingluo left.
"Death, Lord of Death Castle..."
Gu Jingyu raised his head suddenly, calling Chu Wuxin.
Chu Wuxin's footsteps paused slightly, and his cold eyes showed obvious impatience.
"She... loves Lord Emperor very much, will you give up?" When Gu Jingyu asked this sentence, there was a voice in his heart, asking him the same question.
Chu Wuxin didn't look back, but continued to lift her foot and walked forward.
The man's cold voice came with the wind: "She will only be mine."
...
Follow the trail of Zhuihun San.
Ye Qingluo and Di Moxuan had already left Qinyue City.
It's here...
Mass grave.
The mass graves are extremely remote and dark.
There is still a faint wind blowing.
As soon as Ye Qingluo approached here, he was keenly aware that the air flow in the air was faintly mixed with a chilling aura.
She tightened Di Moxuan's arm, and quietly approached the direction of Zhui Hun San...
"Failed?"
A cold voice resounded in a low voice.
Unreal, not real.
Ye Qingluo immediately pinpointed the direction of the sound.
She pulled Di Moxuan and leaned against the stone wall beside him.
Through the clutter and the dense withered grass that hadn't been taken care of for a long time, Ye Qingluo faintly saw a tall and straight figure standing beside the mass grave.
Fortunately, although Di Moxuan was hit by a love gu, his strength is still there.
The two held their breaths intently, not letting the people over there notice.
The man stood beside the mass grave.
The air was filled with the smell of decaying corpses.
Very smelly and disgusting.
The man seemed to be unable to smell it, and raised one arm, as if he was looking at something.
Ye Qingluo squinted her charming eyes, and clearly saw... that thin black line floating in that man's palm.
His gaze swept across the man's face.
Hitomi shrank slightly.
There was a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.
It really is him...
Along with the representative of the royal family of Donglan Continent, beside the little princess Lan Lingnuo...
The guard that Lan Lingnuo regarded as his trump card—
secluded!
After seeing the thin black lines in Miao Rongrong's eyes.
After discovering that Miao Yixiong seemed to be insane.
She had already guessed that it might have something to do with the silence.
Because when I first saw the silence.
She is on the lonely body...
It sensed a kind of aura somewhat similar to Xuanyin Qi.
but…
Ye Qingluo can be sure.
You Ji is not the mysterious person who has been in contact with Miao Rongrong.
That is to say...
At least two people approached Miao Rongrong.
Or... You Ji and the mysterious man are originally together.
"That little girl is really sharp." You Ji looked at the thin black line in his palm lightly, his tone was very light, with a hint of irony.