Chapter 715
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Yun Qingluo was the only one left in the big room. She panted heavily, forced herself to get up, and closed the door. She was still worried, so she flicked out a few more talismans, sealing the whole room. This way, she would be able to know in advance if someone came.
After that, she was sweating profusely. She panted for a moment and reached out her trembling hand to take out a storage bag from her cauldron. When she opened the storage bag, a man came out from it.
He was wearing a purple robe and had black hair. His face was covered by a mask. He stood tall and straight like a god.
Yun Qingluo reached out her hand and closed her eyes slightly. "Celestial Master Zuo … Hold me …"
The man quietly helped her up and carried her by her waist. He then followed her instructions and placed her on the bed.
Yun Qingluo hugged his neck and leaned her head on his chest. Her eyes were full of pain. "Why … Why can't you love me? I have sacrificed so much for you … "
The man did not speak but just hugged her gently.
Yun Qingluo suddenly pushed him away. Tears rolled down her cheeks like rain. "Go away! Go away! Go away! You are not him! You are not! "
The man staggered after being pushed by her. He took a few steps back and rolled on the floor.
Yun Qingluo laughed. "You are not him! He will not be so obedient! You are just a puppet! You are just a mindless puppet! "She then cried again." Why are you not him? How good would it be if you were him? "
Blood flowed out from her chest and back. She let it flow freely. Her eyes were a little empty. "Sometimes I feel that it would be better if I died. I would not love him so much anymore …"
She raised her hand and touched the wound on her chest. Her hand was stained with blood. "This is what he gave me … Maybe I should let go …"
The man in purple walked over and stood by the bed. He looked at her gently and raised his hand to touch her wound. Finally, he said, "Qingluo, you can't die. You have not completed your mission …"
His voice was also Di Fuyi's voice. It had a gentleness that he had never given to her. "Qingluo, you still have me."
Yun Qingluo was stunned. She was stunned for a moment. "I … I did not teach you to say this! You … How could you? "
The man in purple looked at her gently and then held her in his arms. His cold lips caressed her forehead. "Qingluo, don't be afraid. I will always be here."
Yun Qingluo was completely stunned. She let him undress her and let his cold fingertips touch her wound, "Qingluo, can you remove the curse sword by yourself?"
Yun Qingluo nodded. She was a Spell Master. This sword was condensed from her own blood essence mixed with talismans and other things. Her own body could naturally melt the hook on the sword and pull it out.
She gripped the tip of the sword and pulled it out with gritted teeth.
Of course, he was sweating from the pain.
He collapsed and almost fainted.
The purple-clothed man's fingers were nimble. He began to treat her wounds, apply medicine, and bandage her wounds …
Yun Qingluo stared at him with his eyes wide open. This person's height, temperament, eyes, lips, fingers … Everything that could be seen was definitely similar to him! Just like the person she dreamed about but could never get.
But what about behind the mask?
Suddenly, she raised her hand and tore off his mask!
There was a strange face behind the mask. There were no eyebrows, no nose, only eyes and a mouth.
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