Luo Yunxiao looked down at the jumping sword in her hand, and the corners of her lips curled slightly.
Fingers a little hard.
With a clicking sound, the Longyuan sword shattered inch by inch, turned into powder, and fell from the air one after another.
Muyan screamed subconsciously, and subconsciously wanted to stop it.
However, in the end, he could only watch Long Yuanjian, who had accompanied her for a long time and protected her many times, completely disappear into the world.
Luo Yunxiao said indifferently: "It's meaningless to keep a disobedient natal sword."
Muyan took a deep breath, staring blankly at the man opposite.
The same handsome and unparalleled face, the same cold and distant eyes.
However, it was different after all.
The little uncle has a cold temperament and is alienated from the crowd, but he is not cold and heartless.
He will silently stand behind every brother in Xiaoyaomen, rescue them when they are in danger, and leave silently after they are safe.
As the body of the world of mortals who robbed and murdered, he was clearly tortured and saw all the dark sides of the world, but he always maintained the heart of a child.
However, this person in front of him.
Obviously wearing the skin of a little uncle, but there is no wave in his eyes, and there is even no human emotion.
Muyan said in a hoarse voice: "Where's my little uncle?"
Luo Yunxiao looked at her quietly, but said the coldest words in a deep magnetic voice: "You want to ask if Luo Yunxiao is still alive? That depends on how you judge."
"I have all the memories of Luo Yunxiao, I know that Xiaoyaomen is his obsession, and I know that Jun Muyan is his favorite woman. But so what?"
The man raised his lips and smiled: "Memory is just memory, not emotion."
"What's more, apart from these pretty good things, what stays in this man's mind the most are pain, torture, betrayal, and despair... To be honest, I also can't figure it out, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine out of ten thousand pain , and one ten-thousandth of the light, he actually only remembered this light. It really puzzles me."
"Should I say he is stupid, or is he deluding himself?"
"Shut up!!" Muyan suddenly raised her voice, "Don't judge my little uncle in such a tone!!"
"Luo Yunxiao" looked at her indifferently for a long while, and said kindly: "Okay, then let's get back to the topic. If you put aside your memory, you want to ask Luo Yunxiao, or whether his soul is still alive. Then I think this answer, You already know that."
Muyan's hand tightly held the hilt of the sword, and the veins on the back of her hand burst out one by one.
"I think if you don't know the answer, you won't promise to my half-soul, will you kill me?"
"Luo Yunxiao" looked at her indifferently, and the lingering eyes did not know whether it was ridicule or pity: "Mo Qingshan made the red dust robbery to completely trap me, but at the same time, he also had to bear the opportunity of backlash. The red dust robbery Killing is my killing, and it is also my chance to completely control the host body."
"Of course, I couldn't control Luo Yunxiao's body so easily. His talent is too strong, his willpower is far beyond that of ordinary people, and his spiritual concentration is not easy to break."
"But in order to severely damage Mo Qingshan and give you a chance to win, he burned his soul and completely released his own power, so..."
"Since then, the former Luo Yunxiao has disappeared, and the one standing in front of you is the fusion body of Luo Yunxiao and Mieshi Banhun."
The man said indifferently, with a leisurely and peaceful tone, as if he was chatting with Muyan about homework.