"You... approached me just for Tianshutu?" Ye Qingluo clenched her five fingers tightly, staring at Di Moxuan.
The man's brows and eyes were cold: "Otherwise, do you think that this deity is really... in love with you?"
He snorted lightly, with a mocking sneer in his eyes: "Xiao Luo'er, what do you think... Is there anything that I like about you?"
Ye Qingluo's breathing suddenly became chaotic.
She stared at the man's face, and carefully watched the man's expression when he spoke.
But it's how she recognizes it.
can't deny...
The man in front of him was indeed Di Moxuan.
In my heart, I still can't believe what happened in front of me.
It is unbelievable that Di Moxuan would deceive her for a picture of Tianshu...
Ah Xuan is not such a person.
If Ah Xuan really doesn't love her.
How could he be gentle and doting on her
If Ah Xuan really doesn't love her.
How could he do so many things in the past that moved people so much that they couldn't be added
How could their warmth and sweetness be fake
Ye Qingluo forced himself to calm down, looking for the other party's loopholes: "Ah Xuan knew that the Tianshu map was in my hands, if Ah Xuan really approached me for the Tianshu map, he would have been able to get away from me back then. Why wait until now when you take the Tianshu Tu in your hand."
"What's the use if you just get the Tianshu map?" The man sneered, "The Tianshu map is just to find the map of the tomb of the emperor. The most important key is you..."
He walked slowly toward Ye Qingluo.
Familiar sandalwood flows in the breath.
He leaned slightly, and put his ears next to the girl's, and smiled hoarsely: "Otherwise... why do you think this deity brought you here?"
"The double-sided lake of illusion is the mirror that unlocks all the secrets of you."
"This deity... I want you to open the tomb of the emperor."
The closer he gets.
Ye Qingluo could see his magnificent face more and more clearly.
He dared to approach so closely.
Even if he is completely confident, he is sure of her, and cannot find any traces of impersonation from him.
And this one comes close.
It also makes Ye Qingluo's heart feel cold and boneless.
Limbs and bones, every tendon and vein, seemed to be covered in frost.
Stiff and unable to move.
It's him…
really he...
It's not the fake Emperor Moxuan.
It's him…
Ye Qingluo suddenly laughed out loud.
The long and narrow eyes suddenly turned red.
Her body swayed slightly, as if on the verge of falling.
"It turns out... everything is fake, fake..."
The light in her eyes became increasingly dim: "Di Moxuan, do you dare to look into my eyes and say it again?"
She took a deep breath.
Suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed Di Moxuan's robe.
The distance between the two narrowed.
His breath hit her face.
The girl stubbornly raised her head.
The red eyes met his Mo Yao's eyes without blinking.
There was a sarcasm in the man's sparkling peach eyes.
His thin red lips raised, and he smiled evilly: "Are you still unwilling to give up?"
"Yes." Her voice was slightly hoarse.
That sudden appearance was easily overlooked by the flashing hostility in her eyes.
The man smiled gorgeously, extremely sinister.
He leaned over suddenly, and that magnificent face magnified between Ye Qingluo's pupils.
The four eyes are facing each other.
His thin lips moved slightly, and he pronounced each word clearly: "I... have never loved you. To me, you are just the key to the tomb of the emperor."