"You still care about him. When can you care about me? The me who lives in the endless darkness." When the boy said this, there was an inexplicable loneliness and pain in his eyes, but it was only a flash. However, his indifference wrapped him up so well, and he was impeccable, so no one could find a breakthrough.
"Who the hell are you?" Baili Liumo looked at the young man with inexplicable hostility, shielded her behind him, and shouted coldly, "What exactly are you trying to do here!?"
"Hehe, it seems that I was negligent and forgot to introduce myself." The young man smiled, drank the wine in the glass, put the glass on the table, stood up with his slender fingers on the stone table, and placed his left hand on the table. On his right shoulder, he bowed ninety degrees, stood up, and said with a smile, "My name is Zhong Liliu. As for my identity, it's a little special. I used to be the young master of the Five Gods Elf Clan, but now my identity is, Demon The vanguard of the tribe."
"Zhong Liliu." Baili Liumo murmured the name in a low voice, a familiar name, but it just didn't match everyone in his memory, he closed his eyes slightly, and his head hurt slightly.
"It's you?" The voice that read his name was familiar to him. He was slightly startled. He couldn't help but glance at the man beside her. It was a little different from what he remembered. Imagining adding a silver butterfly mask, he opened his mouth in surprise and lost his voice, "Luo Ming! It's actually you! You're not dead!?"
Zhong Liliu took a few steps back, and slammed into the stone table behind him. He was not as indifferent as before. He was now like a panicked beast, as if he had encountered his own world. He wanted to escape, but because of That unwarranted self-esteem is unwilling to flee.
Baili Liumo frowned slightly, did not answer him yes or no, stood quietly, looked at him coldly, and protected her behind him. It is not the first time that the name Luo Ming has been heard, and it is not the first time that someone has recognized him as Luo Ming, the man who is rumored to be the strongest man in the Three Realms, the man who is comparable to the ancient five gods and keeps pace with Demon Venerable.
"Impossible, you should be dead!" Zhong Liliu shook his head, as if he didn't believe what he saw in front of him. It's just a guy who looks a lot like him. Taking a deep breath, pretending to be calm, he said, "You are not Luo Ming, Luo Ming fell into reincarnation with Murong Xing'er a thousand years ago, you are not him."
"Who am I, is it so important?" Baili Liumo looked up at him, glanced at him coldly, and said indifferently.
"..." Zhong Liliu was speechless by the life of Baili Liumo, yes, who is he so important? Is it so important? If it is, he will definitely not escape death today; if not, he will not give up today's plan because of this similar appearance.
The first and only task Mozun gave him was to find the reincarnation of Murong Xing'er and kill him. Without Murong Xing'er, Fuxiqin would have no master. Without the Five Divine Artifacts, the Demon Venerable could be amazed by the Three Realms and Six Paths, and no one could stop him. Selfishly, he didn't want her to die. He missed the people who had been missing for thousands of years, and it was hard to see each other. How could he be willing to part again so soon