He conveniently brought the unconscious Rong Chen into his natal space, and ordered the working wooden man to tie up Rong Chen.
At this moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the black clouds made people breathless. Countless surging black air currents converged into an indomitable giant, and then stood behind him, no longer moving forward.
"Flower demon, I remember telling you that as long as you don't betray, I will protect your safety forever... Do you remember the slightest bit?"
Chen's figure was supported by the black air current, and the black robe drummed without wind, rustling.
There was a cold murderous look in the cold eyes.
"You go with him."
"You saved him!"
Feeling vaguely that something was wrong, Xia Qiu's figure was supported by the bright red mandala, Rong Chen's body faded away, and she was covered in a bright red veil, with the mandala's petals entwined in key places.
The snow-white and plump figure is enchanting and plump, and it is breathtaking, while the black hair hangs down behind her like a cloud.
Xia Qiu's eyes were rippling, Yaoyao confronted Chen, but suddenly chuckled.
"You're still making excuses, don't you know why I went with Beisong?"
"Where's the sound transmission I gave you? Didn't you hear it? I still send you sound transmissions every day in the Equipment Sect, but you don't hear anything from me when you go to the back mountain. I'm a little demon, and Beisong wants to take me away by force. Do I still have to carry it to death?"
"Chen, you have to look at your conscience when you speak. When you came out of the back mountain, did you really look for me?"
If someone really misses you, their expression and performance will be different. Xia Qiu rescued Beisong just to repay his kindness, and there will be no debt from now on.
And thinking about Chen, from the very beginning, apart from being the man he captured, what else did he do for her
Chen was silent.
"Follow me!" After a moment of silence, Chen suddenly stretched out his hand to Xia Qiu, and he grasped it from a distance through the void.
The black air behind him condensed into big hands, encircling Xia Qiu from all directions.
The big hand firmly grabbed the mandala by the roots, Xia Qiu struggled a few times but remained motionless, the black air was sharply mixed with space fragments, and her vines were cut at the slightest movement.
"Since you know everything, it doesn't make sense for me to keep these things."
The thin lips curled up coolly, and he dragged her and the flowers to him. Looking at his handsome face, Xia Qiu felt a little ominous in his heart.
As Chen said, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a ball of black light from his mind.
Holding the memory in his hand, he sent it to Xia Qiu and asked her to read it.
The black memory is a scene of light and shadow, a small wooden house, a snow-white figure entangled with a man, and she pretends to be cute and pitiful, pulling him and not letting him go...
She sent black iron and fine gold to him, and they fell asleep entangled...
"I thought these were quite interesting at first, but now it seems that they will only make me sick."
Xia Qiu found that she seemed to have done a stupid thing, obviously for the sake of kindness, but Chen seemed to mistake her for having feelings for Beisong.
No, don't crush it... As long as the memory is still there, she will have a chance to start over with him!
His eyes were red, and his red lips moved silently.
But looking at her, Chen's expression was indifferent, and his slender hands were suddenly exerting force.
Kacha, Xia Qiu's heart trembled, as if he could hear the crisp sound, and watched the black ball of memory shattered into pieces, fluttering like a butterfly.
Reaching out in vain, she trembled subconsciously and wanted to touch it.
The black butterfly fluttered between the sky and the earth, before her fingertips touched it, a gust of wind passed by, and it turned into dust in a flash.