Looking at Yan Hui, who had been almost killed by the evil spirit, he was furious: "I told you to wait, why did you jump down?"

Yan Hui was consumed by the evil spirit and suffered immense pain, but he had no regrets at all. Tears welled up in his eyes: "I'm just afraid that I'll never see you again."

Xiao Li held him and landed on a raised stone platform, trying to absorb the evil spirit from his body, but found it was useless.

Xiao Li was stunned for a moment: "Why is it useless? Is it because we are in the Demonic Abyss?"

Xiao Li quickly stood up and wanted to carry him up, but Yan Hui grabbed her.

"Don't go up there, don't."

He wrapped his whole body around Xiao Li, wanting to hug her tightly, but also wanting to look at her appearance.

He wanted to cry and laugh at the same time: "If you use your power to search my soul, you will find that I am just a teardrop attached to a strand of his soul, Your Majesty!"

But from the time they met until now, she had never doubted him and had identified him solely based on her feelings.

But it wasn't because she liked him, but because she thought he was the one.

He called out to Xiao Li, "Your Majesty, I am Yan Hui, not Song Junzhan, but I have many, many memories of him."

"I envy him so much. I envy him for following His Majesty for so many years and receiving His Majesty's immense tenderness and love."

Xiao Li was so surprised that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Tears become spirits?

"Then... there's no need for you to jump down..."

She had promised to go find him.

Yan Hui shook his head: "I can't wait. From the moment I met you, my mission was completed and I disappeared. I don't know how long it will take for you to come back, and I don't know if I can see you again. I can't afford to gamble."

He hugged Xiao Li, his eyes full of affection and endless grievance: "I actually hate it. I hate why I have to carry his memories, wait and suffer, when it is obviously not me."

"But the moment I saw Your Majesty, I couldn't hate him at all. Loving Your Majesty was my first instinct..."

His appearance gradually changed, and his plain face turned into a look that Xiao Li was familiar with, which was Song Junzhan's face.

He smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I have finally waited for you. Please allow me to be willful this time and let me leave before you."

He raised his head and kissed Xiao Li on the lips. The next moment, his body suddenly broke apart, leaving only a crystal clear ice bead floating in front of his eyes.

Xiao Li's first reaction was to grab it and bring it into his own territory.

After doing this, I felt a pain in my heart as if it was splitting open.

"Yan Hui, A Zhan..."

For a thousand years, even the spirit transformed from a single tear of his was like this, how painful must he be?

Xiao Li just loves himself more, not that he has no feelings.

She had always known that gentle yet passionate love.

She also tried her best to respond and never let him down. She thought everything had come to an end, but she didn't expect that he would hit her hard a thousand years later.

? ?Hehe~~~~~Song Junzhan is offline temporarily, please welcome the next one.

Guess who it is, my dears! ~

(End of this chapter)