"You are Chun 'er, my favorite childhood sweetheart — — Song Chun." The next second, he suddenly grabbed her clothes and pushed her into the broken barrier: "Why do you want to occupy her body, give Chun 'er back to me!"
At this moment, Jasmine's mind seemed to have been hollowed out, it was completely blank.
Her originally clear eyes were replaced by blood veins, the barrier behind her flickered, revealing a chill.
It seemed that she had brought him to be examined by the most important person in her life, and in the next second, she had become the world's biggest joke.
"Ouch — — Hiss — —" The Luo Sha Palace behind her trembled violently, the entire barrier was completely destroyed, the air was filled with a bloody aura.
"You lied to me, right?" Jasmine bit her lip, completely ignoring the danger behind her, tears unconsciously swirled in her eyes.
The next second, a drop of blood flowed down.
Chen Yi was stunned, at this moment, he felt a slight pain in his heart. He had never felt this kind of feeling before.
Song Chun was his childhood sweetheart. Since childhood, he had been relatively introverted, aside from Song Chun, he had never had a female playmate.
He had always thought that when Song Chun was sixteen years old, he would be able to propose marriage to her.
But he had never thought that she would actually fall in love with the current emperor, Murong Hanxuan, at a palace banquet.
The next year, she married into the palace as she wished, becoming Miss Chun.
Murong Hanxuan didn't treat her badly, it was probably because of her sweet appearance and gentle temperament.
Not long after, she became Noble Lady Chun, gradually having nothing to do with him, her childhood sweetheart older brother.
But he … … felt unreconciled.
Then, relying on his martial arts skills, he entered the palace.
The road was bumpy, but fortunately, the heavens didn't let him down, and he finally became Murong Hanxuan's personal bodyguard.
It was also because of this that he felt Song Chun's happiness in the palace. Even if she was lonely sometimes, she would gladly endure it.
But at this moment, when he saw the injured face of the woman in front of him, the image in his mind was actually not of Song Chun.
But because of the appearance of the cute female ghost … …
"I … …" He slightly nodded, wanting to explain something, but felt as if there was a fishbone stuck in his throat, unable to say anything.
At this moment, a red light flickered not far away, quickly approaching the retreating Jasmine. Chen Yi only felt panic in his heart. He shouted in a hoarse voice, "Don't retreat."
Jasmine stared blankly for a moment and furrowed her brows. Behind her, an enormous dark purple Blood Corpse attacked her. Its entire body was filled with the stench of blood, and it was as big as ten people.
It had a reddish-purple body, a blood-red head, and all of its skin was festering. Each hand had ten fingers, and the fingertips were extremely long and sharp.
But the most terrifying thing wasn't his appearance, but his eyes that were filled with dark red blood. They were so red that they seemed to be overflowing with blood, and they emitted a bone-piercing chill that made people's hearts tremble.
In an instant, a thick and cold voice came from the air.
Daring to fight the heavens, daring to fight the earth, slaughtering the common people without regard for their own lives.
Reverse the universe, throw Yin and Yang into disorder, and reforge the cycle of reincarnation.
"And now, there is no one who can trap me anymore!" He roared angrily, as if he planned to use these words to destroy this world.
Jasmine was startled, and a dim light appeared on her right hand. He shouted at Chen Yi, "Leave quickly. Don't let me see you again."
As soon as she finished speaking, she attacked the 10,000-year-old Blood Corpse, wanting to give Chen Yi more time to escape.
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