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Chapter 715: That Man...... Who is it?


Yun Qingluo was the only one left in Nuo Da's room.

She was panting like a cow.

She stood up and closed the door.

If she wasn't worried, she popped up several spells one after another to seal the entire room, so that as long as outsiders came, She can predict it in advance. \ After doing this, she broke out in sweat again, panted for a moment, then tremblingly reached out and took out a storage bag from her cauldron.

Opening the storage bag, a person actually came out of it With purple clothes and black hair, a mask covering his face, and a tall figure, he stood there like a god.

Yun Qingluo stretched out his hand to him and closed his eyes slightly: "Master Zuo Tianshi, hug me."

The man silently helped her up, picked her up by the waist, and then followed her instructions and placed her on the bed.

Yun Qingluo hugged his neck with both arms and rested his head on his chest.

His eyes were full of pain: "Why can't you love me?

I have paid so much for you."

The man didn't speak, just hugged her gently.

Yun Qingluo suddenly pushed him away, tears rolling down like rain: "Go away, get out, get out, you are not him, you are not" The man staggered when she pushed him, but he took a few steps back as she was told, and then rolled on the ground.

Yun Qingluo laughed: "If you were not him, he would not be so obedient.

You are just a puppet, just a brainless puppet."

After laughing, she cried again: "Why are you not him?

How good are you if you are him?"

Donated blood flowed from her chest and back.

She let it flow, her eyes a little hollow: "Sometimes I think it would be better if I died like this, and I wouldn't like him so much anymore."

She raised her hand and touched the wound on her chest, which was stained with blood: "This is what he gave me, maybe I should let it go."

The man in purple came over, stood beside the bed, looked at her with gentle eyes, raised his hand to brush her wound, and finally said: "Qing Luo, you can't die, you haven't completed your mission yet."

His voice was also Di Fuyi's, with a tenderness he had never given her: "Qing Luo, you still have me."

Yun Qingluo was stunned for a moment: "I didn't teach you to say this, how could you do this?"

The man in purple looked at her tenderly, then gently hugged her into his arms, caressing her forehead with his cold lips: "Qingluo, don't be afraid, I will be here, always."

Yun Qingluo seemed to be completely stunned.

She let him untie her clothes and let his cold fingertips touch her wound: "Qingluo, you can remove this spell sword by yourself."

Yun Qingluo nodded.

She was a conjurer.

This sword was condensed with her own essence and blood mixed with talismans and other things.

Her own body could naturally remove the hooks on the sword and then pull it out.

She held the tip of the sword with her backhand, gritted her teeth and pulled out the broken sword.

Of course, it hurt and made me sweat again.

The person also lay down directly and almost fainted.

The man in purple had nimble fingers and began to treat her wounds, apply medicine, and bandage them.

Yun Qingluo looked at him with wide eyes.

Regardless of his height, temperament, eyes, lips, and fingers, everything that could be seen was absolutely like him, like the person she dreamed of but could never get.

But what's behind the mask?

She suddenly raised her hand and pulled off his mask

Behind the mask is a strange face, with no eyebrows, no nose, only eyes and mouth He was exactly the same as when she first created him, with no changes

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