The [Muyan] and [Xiaobao] in the dream, no matter how similar they are, they are still different from the woman he loves.
He already knew it.
Lingering with this fantasy is only because he still can't find a way to get rid of it.
But even if he knew it a long time ago, seeing [Muyan] leaving with Li Weiran's hand still made his whole heart ache like it was going to shatter.
It was as if the fear hidden in my heart was magnified countless times in an instant.
It showed him that no matter how hard he struggled, he would never be able to escape.
Could it be that he really can't keep Muyan
No!
No one can take Muyan away from him!
He may not care about everything in the world, but Muyan is his only obsession in this life.
Destroying energy overflowed from his body.
Around the trembling body, there are curly and rolling wind and waves.
All the illusions around began to be shattered and annihilated in the vortex.
Di Ming Jue didn't notice that a black mark appeared on his forehead.
This mark is very strange.
It seems to be the opposite of the brand of Lihuo's bloodline.
It also seems to be a seal with complicated runes, which is firmly locking something.
But now, under the impact of Di Ming Jue's intense emotional fluctuations.
The seal began to crumble, emitting flickering light.
As if it was about to shatter at any moment.
However, at this moment, a black painting flew from outside like lightning.
When Di Ming Jue's mood is agitated, he instantly sinks into his body.
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Yanwu Continent, Nameless Valley.
Li Weiran looked at the pale man in front of him, the corner of his mouth curled up in a playful arc.
He walked slowly along the invisible barrier in front of the cave.
While walking, his slender fingers gently slid across the barrier.
Immediately, some strange runes appeared in the air.
Li Weiran smiled lightly and said, "I also discovered by accident that there is such an interesting place in Yanwu Continent—[Land of Cursed Gods]."
"Furthermore, it is the [Cursed God Land] specifically for the inheritors of the Lihuo bloodline. I don't know who left it behind. It seems that this place is specially prepared for the people of the extreme royal family... like a tomb."
"If I don't have this [Cursed Land] as an assistant, and that idiot Mu Liuyun gave up his life to activate the [Cursed Curse] in [Cursed Land], it would really not be so easy for me to kill you today. .”
Saying that, he raised his eyes to look at Di Ming Jue.
The ice-blue pupils were bottomless, but the smile on his face became more and more unscrupulous: "Is the [Curse of Thousand Cuts] good? I have prepared this [Curse] for you, but I have been preparing it for hundreds of years. .”
Di Ming Jue's appearance at this time is really indescribably embarrassed.
Every inch of his skin was splitting and healing fast.
It was like Ling Chi over and over again.
And the same Ling Chi was still happening in the internal organs of his body.
This kind of pain is definitely not something ordinary people can bear.
But Di Ming Jue's face turns pale, and there is not even any abnormality in his expression.
Looking at Li Weiran's gaze is still so condescending.
It's like looking at a trash that I dismissed, and I don't even bother to talk to him.
The ethereal ring on the ring finger of his left hand flashed.
But it was quickly sealed by Di Ming Jue, during which time he didn't show the slightest abnormality.
But in fact, the [Curse of Thousand Cuts] in his body became more and more violent because he lacked the power to resist suppression.
Li Weiran was obviously irritated by his attitude.