Medicine door witch

Chapter 1675 Spiritual Consciousness War (6)

"That's an incomplete consciousness with a very low level of consciousness. If you ask him anything, he won't be able to respond to you."

At this moment, a certain dragon who had already had enough to drink was lying on a soft pillow with his belly stretched out, belching.

Xuanyuan Yu thought for a while, then closed the window again.

Qianlong was a little surprised, and said: "I thought you would kill that group of consciousness."

"What's the use of killing? Juehe's main consciousness is not here." Xuanyuan Yu snorted coldly, "If I stay, Juehe will have a weakness and a handle in my hands."

He made long-term plans.

Through Jianlong's narration, he learned how powerful Juehe is.

"Treacherous!" Jianlong's red-black pupils narrowed into crescents, and he grinned at Xuanyuan Yu.

"Oh, by the way, Yu, what's that bamboo tube of yours made of? I'm so drunk, how come the fountain of life in it hasn't decreased?"

The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips curled up slightly, and he said: "In the Lone Star Wooden Seat, there is at least half of the well's spring water there. If you drink it all, it's really rare."

The expression on Jianlong's face froze.

He was about to say something, but suddenly he felt a soft whisper from the owner on the pillow side.

"Xiao Luo?" Qianlong called out in surprise.

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Yu hurried to the side of the bed, stretched out a big hand, and tightly grasped the small hand of his beloved wife.

"Luo'er?" He called softly.

The beauty sleeping on the soft couch had long eyelashes shimmering, leaving a fan-shaped shadow on her fair cheeks, and her cherry lips moved slightly.

Ling Luo felt as if she had had a very long dream.

However, the dream is so real.

It was still that room full of darkness, and it was still that big bed that was a bit outrageous.

She was like a cold corpse with a hole in her heart, inside was empty, lying there silently.

Her heart is lost.

Who took it?

Is it the evil man who killed her with his own hands, accompanied her every day and night, sang to her by her bedside, and then kissed her facelessly?
Why take her heart away?

Why use such a cruel method, why not let him live like a normal person, but take care of a cold corpse with all kinds of love?

She couldn't figure it out.

Her thoughts have not stagnated.

Suddenly, she felt that someone was in the room again.

Is that evil man coming to kiss her again?
She was suddenly very nervous, too nervous.

The man came to the bedside, but the expected kiss did not come, but there was a suppressed cry.

Then, she felt extremely scorching tears rolling down her chest.

So hot!
Whose tears are these?

Not his!Not that man!
That evil and charming man would not shed such scorching tears!
"I...I don't know, Mansha, you...you..." The man broke down in tears, his voice was gentle and sad.

It was the best sound she had ever heard.

A familiar and warm feeling hit her heart, she suddenly wanted to act like a real person, hug the crying big boy into her arms, and pat him on the back lightly, just like when she was a child...

Wait a minute!
When were you young?
Why did such a strange thought pop up in her mind?

This man who came in with a very gentle voice was probably the first time she had seen him, even though she couldn't see his face.

(End of this chapter)