Soon, the dark black demon runes on the moonstone began to glow with a gloomy luster.

A memory light curtain appeared in Xuanyuan Yu's field of vision.

It was a very luxurious room, dominated by black tones.

The perspective is locked on a huge bed that is three meters long and five meters wide. The head of the bed is carved with black sandalwood with two mad dragons, showing sharp fangs, representing the extraordinary and noble status of the owner.

In the center of the bed lay a woman.

Very beautiful woman.

The woman's complexion was pale, and she seemed to be asleep, but her chest didn't rise and fall, indicating that she didn't have a breath and was dead.

When he saw the beautiful woman's face clearly, Xuanyuan Yu's hand shook violently.

"Luoer!"

How could Luoer die?She just stayed by her side well.

No, not right.

Xuanyuan Yu collected himself, stared carefully at the woman on the bed, and found that her dressing style was completely different from Luo'er's, and even her hair color was also different.

This woman has long silver curly hair that extends to her knees, and she looks extremely holy.

Luo'er has straight black hair and a completely different temperament.

There was a large patch of bright red on the woman's heart, as if it had been stained with blood, it was shocking.

After a while, the bedroom door opened and a man walked in.

The man couldn't see his face, only his back.

It was a very tall and desolate figure from the back.

The man was wearing a black robe, pitch black, and his own temperament was also completely dark.

The man sat down beside the dead woman, took her cold little hand, put it next to her face, and sold her whole face.

A voice that could not tell whether it was crying or laughing came from the man's throat.

Xuanyuan Yu's heart felt as if it had been hit hard.

He felt very sad, and he didn't know why he was sad, but his heart was bloody as if it had been pierced by ten thousand needles.

The man cried for a while and looked up.

Xuanyuan Yu's hands trembled in shock, and with a "pop", the moonstone fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

He saw a face exactly like himself!

Xuanyuan Yu's face turned pale.

This……

He was gasping for breath, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

This moonstone blessed with runes from the Demon Realm was a "wedding gift" given to him by the Great Elder of the Demon Realm.

People in the Demon Realm have already determined that he is the reincarnation of the Dark Lord, that is to say, the weeping man he just saw in the moonstone is his previous life?

What about the dead woman?

Is it Mansa?

Xuanyuan Yu's hands and feet were cold, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.Did he know Luo'er in the previous life?

He loved her before?

It must be like this, otherwise why would he be so sad to see her die? !

That sadness, even after a thousand years, even if it was just a small piece of sealed memory, he could feel that his heart was about to die.

Wait a minute.

He remembered, as if he had heard Ming Xiche say that Mansha was killed by the Dark Lord.

He killed it?

Why did he kill her?

He was crying so sadly, how could he be willing to kill her?

Xuanyuan Yu's heart was in a mess, and his brain exploded in pain.

The moment he lost control of his emotions, two groups of dark devilish energy slowly overflowed from his eyes like black holes.

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