The moment Liu Songlan stepped into the illusion array, a new memory appeared in his mind.
They seemed to have escaped the pursuit of the evil cultivators and returned to the sect safely. He also followed his senior sister back to Jiandan Peak.
Luo Shuangbai walked towards him slowly, wearing the flowing uniform of a personal disciple, and smiled at him.
"Senior Brother Liu, you're back?"
Liu Songlan frowned immediately. Something was wrong. Shouldn't Junior Brother Luo be in the Luo family's territory now?
The other party seemed to have noticed his thoughts and smiled somewhat disappointedly: "I originally wanted to stay in the Luo family for a few more days, but..."
Luo Shuangbai always spoke like this in front of Liu Songlan, either hesitating to speak, or starting a conversation and then not continuing, but often leaving an expression that aroused people's imagination, leaving Liu Songlan to guess for herself.
Whenever he made such a gesture, Liu Songlan couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with him.
But things are different now. Liu Songlan quickly calmed herself down and asked directly.
"But what?"
The evil creature disguised as Luo Shuangbai couldn't help but scratch his head, but what? Is this still necessary to make it up?
It is obvious that in Liu Songlan's memory, Luo Shuangbai has never been questioned and there is no need to make up stories!
It carefully analyzed Luo Shuangbai's expressions, movements and usual words again, and lowered its head even more melancholy.
"Nothing, I forgot that Senior Brother Liu doesn't want to see me anymore. I'm leaving now."
After it finished speaking, it turned around and walked away slowly, and a crystal teardrop fell onto the surface of Liu Songlan's shoes.
Liu Songlan looked down at the surface of her shoes and felt that the wind direction seemed to be wrong.
Just now when Luo Shuangbai stood in front of him, the wind seemed to be blowing from the left, and it was particularly favorable to Luo Shuangbai, lifting Luo Shuangbai's hair just right, making her look even more cool and elegant, like a fairy or a painting.
But Luo Shuangbai was running forward, and the wind suddenly turned and blew his tears backwards, right onto his shoes, as if afraid that he couldn't see them.
Liu Songlan was extremely puzzled. Why did the wind seem to be blowing in accordance with Junior Brother Luo's will?
Junior Brother Luo doesn’t have the wind spiritual root!
The evil creature ran forward for more than ten steps, each step slower than the last. Seeing that Liu Songlan not only did not catch up to stop it, but also stood there in a daze, the show was almost impossible to continue.
He simply stood there, brewing his emotions for a long time, looking back with a sad and reluctant face, his eyes fixed on Liu Songlan, as if expecting Liu Songlan to walk towards him.
Liu Songlan really walked towards him, and a smile suddenly broke out on the evil creature's face. It was the most beautiful smile of Luo Shuangbai in Liu Songlan's memory.
The evil creature was also laughing in its heart, laughing greedily and arrogantly.
This naive little monk was fooled!
He is so silly and yet so upright, so his flesh and blood must be very sweet, right?
Liu Songlan walked up to the evil creature and stood in front of it, keeping an arm's length between them.
"You know what? Junior Brother Luo won't be so reluctant to leave me."
"What?"
The evil creature froze for a moment, then soon realized that a piece of tender green willow branch had wrapped around its limbs. It struggled hard, using all its strength, but the branch only tightened.
"Among this generation of disciples, I have average talent, average looks, and average family background. There is really little I can do to help Junior Brother Luo."
"He...actually doesn't think much of me."
The evil creature subconsciously argued: "How could that be? Actually, I..."
"You blow the wind well, and you act well. But..."
"That's all."
The magic sword can bend willows, which are infinitely soft and can also be extended to the utmost extent.
It is like a broken willow branch, seemingly fragile and easy to break, but it can easily break and dismantle the enemy.
On the other side, Gong Zhuo's illusion was even more realistic.
Before he entered the illusion, he kept holding Jiang Qingruo's hand, fearing that they would get lost.
After entering the illusion, he still held Jiang Qingruo's hand and walked into a foggy forest with Jiang Qingruo.
He thought that the fog was an obstacle set up for them by the evil cultivators, so he pulled Jiang Qingruo and walked in the fog for a long time.
But the longer I walked, the more wrong it felt.
"We've run so far, how come we haven't seen any of our fellow disciples? And haven't there been any evil cultivators trying to ambush us?"
Isn't the purpose of creating a fog to facilitate sneak attacks?
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight evil cultivators emerged from the fog and attacked him. One of them looked very much like his half-brother.
Before Gong Zhuo could react, a ball of fire flew towards the evil cultivator.
There's nothing I can do, the other person looks so unlucky.
Seeing other evil cultivators attacking him, Gong Zhuo subconsciously let go of the hand that was holding Jiang Qingruo, but when he turned around, he found that Jiang Qingruo's movements were a little stiff.
Gong Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, drew out the Fenghuang Sword and stabbed at those evil cultivators.
Jiang Qingruo also swung out his long whip and stepped forward to fight the enemy.
Soon, those evil cultivators were all killed.
"A Zhuo..." Jiang Qingruo turned around and smiled brightly at Gong Zhuo, but her pupils suddenly dilated.
"careful!"
Jiang Qingruo rushed over, hugged Gong Zhuo and turned around, blocking the fatal attack that suddenly came from the fog for Gong Zhuo.
He collapsed softly in Gong Zhuo's arms, looking at Gong Zhuo with eyes full of longing and reluctance.
"Azhuo, I..."
"You made me dirty." Gong Zhuo's voice was a little cold.
"W...what?" Jiang Qingruo was confused.
"Who the hell are you? How dare you let me hold your hand for so long? You've ruined my hand."
Gong Zhuo's big hand with distinct joints directly grabbed the other person's neck.
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