The Evil King's Favorite: The Arrogant Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 79
Liu Yue didn't wait for the three of them to figure out the meaning of the words, she hooked the strings of the zither directly, her fingertips danced, and the melodious sound of the zither resounded.

Qingluo was feeling strange, but when she wanted to ask, she felt that the scene in front of her eyes changed, and various screams sounded, piercing her ears, tormenting her heart.

She actually returned to purgatory?Endless fear rose in her heart, and Qing Luo subconsciously wanted to escape, but found that she couldn't control her body, and then looked at all the pictures of herself in Purgatory like a horse on horseback.

She saw that in order to survive, her young self had to raise the dagger in her hand and insert it into the body of another girl who was about the same age as herself, and then used the dagger to cut off the girl's neck bit by bit, holding the girl's head, Go to Lord Heimo and exchange for two steamed buns...

Three hundred girls were locked together, and within ten days they had to kill each other and exchange their heads for food, or they would starve to death.

Ten days passed, and the 300 people were reduced to twenty, and one of them was Qingluo.

Liu Yue's heart skipped a beat, her fingertips paused, she looked at Qing Luo who had completely fallen into memory with a complicated expression, and the corner of her mouth twitched bitterly.

Unexpectedly, this Qingluo's experience is similar to her own, but in comparison, her experience is better than Qingluo's, at least she doesn't have to kill people for two steamed buns...

The sound of the piano was unstable, and the illusion was about to be broken. Liu Yue sighed, and with a flick of her fingertips, the strings made loud notes, and the illusion solidified again.

Liu Yue didn't find it strange that she could perceive other people's artistic conception. As early as when she made a contract with Blood Drink, she discovered how mysterious this world was.

However, Baili Meizai, your artistic conception is a bit strange...

Compared with Qingluo's misery, Baili Weiyang's artistic conception is a vast expanse of whiteness, as if he is in a sea of ​​clouds, there is no one else or anything, only Baili Weiyang is walking forward in a daze.

As for the green sheath, she saw a small farmyard. The green sheath herself turned into a peasant woman, wandering around her two children and the chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep and other livestock in the yard all day long. As for her man, she was blindfolded. The face scarf was carving things in the courtyard, looking up from time to time, his eyes were full of happiness.

Cough cough, this girl's artistic conception is really weird, her man is wearing a face towel to work in her own courtyard, this picture is really weird enough, I think it is a man with a spring heart in a green sheath but does not match his eyes, and then in the artistic conception Only men cover their faces and cannot see their faces.

Sensing the artistic conception of the green sheath, Liu Yue trembled her fingertips and almost couldn't continue playing, but fortunately, she reacted quickly and rang the next string in time.

Liu Yue used her spiritual power to play this song. She concentrated her own little spiritual power on her fingertips, and let her spiritual power permeate every syllable as she plucked the strings. Randomly playing a pass, but it also arouses the things in other people's hearts.

Feeling that her spiritual power was almost exhausted, Liu Yue frowned slightly.

The girl Lu Sheath had a simple thought, but she was the first one to realize something. There was a faint light emitting from her body, and if she expected it to be true, her cultivation base had already begun to increase slightly.

It's just that Qingluo...

Started to repeat the illusion?
Liu Yue raised her eyebrows, Qingluo's blood was too bloody, and there was always a pimple in her heart, although she couldn't see it on the surface, but what was hidden deep in her heart, she was afraid that one day it would suddenly erupt, and then it would not end.

(End of this chapter)