The moon was like a misty fairy in a painting. The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile, and her eyes were as blue as the azure sea.
She came closer and closer, and Jiang Qi looked at her more and more infatuatedly. This was clearly Yue'er. Her small, bright red lips were still as charming and beautiful as before, and her eyes were still as enchanting as before.
But why is this long dress as red as blood
It could be instinct, the demon's sixth sense, or a hint of vigilance deep within the demon core.
He held the magic spear in front of him to prevent Yue'er from approaching him.
How could I see a dead moon here in the deep mountains? Is the moon before me fake and magical, or is my memory a false dream
Was it reality or a dream? At that moment, Jiang Qi could hardly tell the difference.
Deep down in his heart, he hoped that the moon in front of him was real and that the moon was not dead. She was just hiding among the mountains and clouds. At some point, she would come out to meet him and give him a surprise.
He almost wanted to open his arms and hug Yue'er, but the last bit of reason told him to be realistic.
He raised the magic spear and asked softly. His voice was a little trembling because he was suppressing the excitement in his heart: "Yue'er, we were on the top of the snowy mountain on the full moon night. What did we say? Do you remember?"
Yue'er gave Jiang Qi a charming smile, which frightened him a little.
That smile was too charming, not like the pure Yue'er's smile.
"Of course I remember. You said you would love me forever, and I said I would love you forever, too. Am I right?"
That’s right, that’s what they said at that time. Could she really be Yue’er
He asked the biggest question in his mind: "Yue'er, I saw you were put in a red coffin. Why are you here? Are you not dead?"
"Of course I'm not dead, I'm just playing hide-and-seek with you, hehe."
Yue'er's laughter was like a silver bell, almost intoxicating Jiang Qi's heart. How familiar was this laughter, it had sounded in his dreams so many times, but after waking up, there was only a pillow stained with tears.
"Why did you pretend to be dead? Do you know how heartbroken I was? I thought you were dead, and I almost died with you. I just wanted revenge. I wanted to kill General Ward. It was he who forced you to death. It was the Ice Lord and his men who separated us from each other. I never thought you would not be dead."
Yue Er used her slender and long fingers to push away the magic spear that Jiang Qi was holding in front of her, and said with a smile: "Of course I'm not dead. From now on, the two of us will be together forever."
Suddenly, a whistling sound arose, like a shrill alarm, which made Jiang Qi shudder. The scene in front of him changed drastically.
A demon woman was standing in front of him, holding a sharp knife in her hand. It was not Yue'er at all, but a strange woman. Her eyes were full of murderous intent, and the knife in her hand was about to stab into Jiang Qi's chest.
Jiang Qi was so scared that he turned over suddenly. The sharp knife passed by his cheek and the cold blade cut his cheek.
A slight pain made Jiang Qi more sober. Everything that happened just now was just an illusion.
The wound on his face was burning with pain, and a stream of blood dripped down his cheek.
But this little pain is nothing compared to the pain in my heart.
He gnashed his teeth in hatred. The woman in front of him actually used illusion to evoke the most painful memories in his heart, the person he loved most, and the saddest pain.
"Asshole, if you want to kill me, then come here with real weapons, don't play tricks, I want to kill you."
Jiang Qi's magic spear danced into a black dragon, flying up and down, chasing the demon woman and killing her desperately.
However, the demon woman was very agile and quickly dodged Jiang Qi's magic spear.
The demon woman had skin as fair and beautiful as humans, and delicate facial features. If it weren't for the pair of sharp horns on her head, Jiang Qi would have almost mistaken her for a human.
"Humph, why are you so angry? Who is your Yue'er? It seems that you are very devoted to her?"
Hearing the demon girl say this, Jiang Qi's eyes were filled with hatred: "Shameless, you actually used my most painful memory to hurt me, if you have the guts, just kill me with a knife, don't be so shameless."
The demon woman sneered like a silver bell: "Poor man, there are few men as sentimental as you. It was you who was moved by the scene. I just aroused the greatest desire in your heart. What you think of has nothing to do with me."
Jiang Qi gradually calmed down. It seemed that the demon woman was using a hypnotic illusion to arouse the deepest memories in people's hearts. His deepest memory was Yue'er, and his greatest desire was to see Yue'er again.
Oh no! He was secretly shocked. He just heard a shrill whistle. That was Ouyang Dao's signal for help. They had agreed to use the whistle as a signal, and whoever was in danger would whistle.
He wanted to rush towards the place where the whistling sound came from, but the demon woman stopped him.
Her charming face was filled with a sneer of contempt: "Boy, you want to save your companions, but it's too late. Even if I let you go, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it in time. It's better for you to surrender obediently, and I will spare your life."
“Nonsense.”
The magic spear in Jiang Qi's hand danced as fast as lightning. In a hurry, he circulated the magic energy in his body rapidly, forcing the demon woman to jump away, and quickly chased to the place where Ouyang Dao made the sound.
Looking at Jiang Qi's back, the woman inserted the sharp knife in her hand into the knife sheath on her thigh and sneered, "You are lucky to run fast. You won't be so lucky next time."
Ouyang Dao kept walking along the gravel path, wondering who would build such a path in the forest? Could it be the old man who was chopping wood
It's impossible. This road is paved very neatly, and all of it is made of hard granite. These gravels look messy but actually have a unique beauty. It is a graceful combination that ordinary people cannot pave.
Most of the rocks in this mountain are limestone. These granite stones were obviously transported in from outside and then chopped up to form a path. It's a path several miles long. It definitely wasn't done by the woodcutter just now.
This style of work really looks like something done by Dugu Yu. There is such a path in the garden of Dugu Yu's City Lord's Mansion, with the same color, pattern, and paving technique.
Could it be that the other side of this gravel path was the munitions factory? Why did the old man who chopped wood say there was no munitions factory
There was a thin layer of mist floating in the forest ahead. A breeze blew, lifting a corner of the mist. To Ouyang Dao's disappointment, it was not the military factory he was pursuing, but a small wooden hut, a forest hut.
The old man who was chopping wood just now was chopping wood in front of the house, with a sharp axe in his hand. When he saw Ouyang Dao coming over, he smiled faintly.