"You are still as arrogant as you were seven hundred years ago." The Ten Thousand Years Blood Corpse looked at him deeply, and said with a strange smile: "At midnight tomorrow, I will be waiting for you at the life and death stage. If you don't leave, I will do it for you. you drive!"
He must see with his own eyes that he has nothing, just like he did back then.
As soon as he finished speaking, thousands of blood flowers fell from the sky, filled with a strong smell of blood.
After a long time, Murong Ming glanced coldly at Chen Yi, who was still kneeling on the ground, and said, "You owe her much more than just this life."
Luo Qingchen didn't know why Murong Ming said such words. She only knew that almost at the moment he spoke, he pulled her away from the Rakshasa Hall without looking back.
"Can you tell me, besides sealing your abilities, what else does the Life and Death Platform do?" She shook off his hand, took the glazed crystal in her hand, looked at him seriously and asked word by word: "Is that right? If I don’t cry, you won’t be able to open the platform of life and death? You will lose, right?”
"Yes." He said with a faint glint in his blue eyes, "But I won't lose."
"You're lying!" She took a deep breath, pursed her lips and said, "If you were sure of dealing with him, there would be no need to go through such a big setback for the sisters to find their obsession!"
“…”
"Because you know that only by regaining their obsession can they shed true tears!" She took a deep breath and looked at him and continued: "But you didn't expect that you just wanted Gardenia to see Chen Yiliu clearly. She shed sad tears. But she never thought that she would have such feelings for Chen Yi that she could lose her soul!"
At this moment, she seemed to suddenly understand the man in front of her.
Mysterious and unpredictable, with a sense of laziness and a touch of indescribable tenderness.
"Everything you said is right." He raised his eyes slightly, looking at her with indescribable emotions in his eyes.
The Netherworld Ring on her left hand was glowing with a faint light, and he was still looking at her intently.
"Murong Ming, but I can't cry..." She raised her eyes and said with trembling eyebrows: "I know what tears you want, and I want to give them to you too."
The tears in the glass crystal are a kind of deep obsession, and success cannot be achieved by just shedding a few tears of emotion.
She knew that the current situation was very critical. The Witch Clan should have known that the Ten Thousand Years Blood Corpse had broken their barrier.
But they did not come forward to stop them. It was obvious that they were outmatched and it was difficult for them to even protect themselves.
She knew that Murong Ming might not have any desire to save the world in his heart, but she could see that he wanted to protect the people around him.
After a long while, he smiled lazily, took his hand and said, "If you can't cry, then stop crying! It won't look good if you cry anyway."
His tone was very relaxed, as if he wanted to break the atmosphere, with a slightly doting and coaxing tone.
"Anyway, I will go to the stage of life and death with you tomorrow." Luo Qingchen raised her eyes slightly, looked at him seriously and said, "How are you?"
She knew that she was facing a ten-thousand-year-old blood corpse, the evil ghost who held the deepest grudge between heaven and earth. Even a six-hundred-year-old ghost like Gardenia would die in an instant in front of him.
For such a monster, even if she holds the Exquisite Ring, her winning rate will probably not exceed 50%.
It's not that she underestimates herself, but when facing a powerful enemy, calculating probabilities is what she must do.
"Let's talk tomorrow." He glanced at Luo Qingchen, and suddenly felt that there was something unusually cute about her being so serious.
The eyes tremble slightly and the thin lips purse slightly, making people want to... (To be continued)