The Di Mo Xuan in front of her, no longer had that gentle and pampering expression on his face.
That peerlessly handsome face, gradually twisted into a sinister expression.
His fingers clasped Ye Qing Luo's wrist tightly, his fingertips were like sharp blades, as though they were about to pierce into her flesh.
"You're not willing to stay here with me?" He asked with anger in his eyes.
Her shimmering peach blossom eyes were filled with despair and heartache.
Ye Qing Luo hissed in pain as she frowned and stared at her hand which was clasped tightly, "Ah Xuan, it's not that I'm not willing, but …. there shouldn't be only the two of us here."
"But I only want …. Everything here, only me and you!" The man retorted her sharply.
"Ah Xuan ….." Ye Qing Luo's slender brows knitted even tighter, her charming eyes gazed deeply at this man whose expression was turning gloomier, as she pursed her lips tightly.
Not right …..
Not right!
"You're not Di Mo Xuan!" Ye Qing Luo's eyes widened as she retreated a few steps, "This is an illusion!"
Right, he was not Di Mo Xuan.
She should still be in the illusion created by the gates of hell.
No wonder …..
She instinctively developed an indescribable resistance towards this Di Mo Xuan.
She was obviously touched by everything he had done for her.
But she was not willing to let him touch her.
"Di Mo Xuan" in front of her had a sinister expression, as it slowly dispersed.
His lips curled, as his serene deep eyes locked onto her, "I'm an illusion? Lil Luo 'er, you can't even recognise your own man? "
"My man, of course I can recognise him." At this moment, Ye Qing Luo's face had already faded from the blush and shyness, as her charming eyes were as clear as water, calm and indifferent, "So, you're not him."
"Di Mo Xuan" went silent.
He stared at Ye Qing Luo without blinking, as his eyes were gloomy and unclear.
His thick long eyelashes trembled slightly, as his sleeves moved slightly, and a dagger appeared in his hand.
Ye Qing Luo was stunned, as she took a step back vigilantly.
But she saw "Di Mo Xuan" passing the dagger to her, as his thin lips rose slightly, "Since you think I'm an illusion, then …. Take the dagger, and stab me."
After that, he withdrew his hand, placed it on his heart, and tapped it.
Ye Qing Luo's hand that was holding the dagger stiffened as her eyes widened: "What do you mean?"
"Since you're so sure that I'm an illusion, killing me is a piece of cake, isn't it?" The man smiled faintly.
There were no ripples in his eyes.
"If I kill you, will I be able to return to reality?" Ye Qing Luo pursed her pink lips tightly, the hand holding the dagger tightened.
She was sure that this was an illusion.
According to the books, if one wanted to enter the gates of hell, they had to remove the three bugs in their body, which were greed, anger, and obsession.
In that case, the test of the Gates of Hell was probably a test of passing through these three temptations and exterminating these three insects.
It could be considered as having passed through the gates of hell.
The peak of Old Man Cang's profound strength was the first stage's greed.
When Di Mo Xuan married another woman, he drew out the resentment in her heart, and that was the second stage of anger.
Di Mo Xuan's gentle pampering, wishing to be with her for the rest of his life, just the two of them and their child ….. this was the third stage's infatuation.
As long as he killed this illusion, he would be able to break the illusion of the third stage.
The three bugs would definitely be removed from her body.
She took a deep breath, as her charming eyes fixated on the man in front of her.
She raised the dagger, and tentatively leaned it against his chest.
The man didn't have the slightest hesitation or intention to avoid it.
On the contrary, he spread out his hands, displaying a look of allowing her to ravage him.
Ye Qing Luo gritted her teeth.
This was just an illusion!
The real Di Mo Xuan was still waiting for her outside the illusion.
This place, after all, was not reality.
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