"The people around me are the ones he chose for you more than ten years ago. It's a pity that someone has disrupted good things and failed to get what they want." Qin Meiyu said coldly, "He set up a trap today and used the lives of innocent villagers as bait, just to continue the unrealistic and despicable dream!"

Chu Qingyan didn't look at anyone, and there was no change in his face. He just stayed by Qin Meiyu's side from beginning to end, never leaving him.

"How can Ayan bear so many sins alone?" A Qing sighed sadly and looked at the boy who never spoke, as if he was pity and disappointment, "It arose because of me, and it will end because of me."

After saying that, a sharp sword appeared in his hand, without any pause, and it stretched across his neck, blood gushed out, splashing on Ayan's face, and on his hands...

The hawthorn skewers were also dyed, falling down along the crispy and sweet sugar, dripping onto the ground, mixed with the soil, and becoming dirty.

The handsome boy with a sword fell to the ground, and the gentle smile fell to the ground, breaking his breath.

"Aqing, Aqing, don't leave me, don't..."

The blood-stained hawthorn skewers in his hand fell to the ground. Ayan's face turned pale. He rolled and crawled to Aqing's side, but did not dare to touch him, but just cried out in a trembling voice.

There were a few people in the town who were around to watch the fun, but when they saw this, they suddenly scattered like birds and beasts, shouting in horror.

"It's dead!"

"It's dead..."

...

People in the illusion have no birth or death, but they have sorrow and joy, just like living people, but they are different.

This is the second time Ah Qing died in front of Ah Yan.

For the first time, he still had his memories, his corpse, his sword. This time, there would be nothing left.

What Qin Meiyu did not expect was that Ah Qing in the illusion had not dissipated his spiritual power and could summon his own sword.

Taoist Yun Qi spent all his efforts to create A Qing in the illusion as he had not yet died, which really took great pains to do.

"What kind of person is he? Don't you know the best? He knows the truth, how could he survive? It was you who killed him for the second time." Qin Meiyu squatted down and looked at Ayan, who was trembling all over his body, "Ten years and ten years, are you almost desperate?"

Ayan held the dead Ah Qing and looked at Qin Meiyu with gloomy eyes, with a cruel look as if he was about to eat her raw.

"He is a person who does not exist, and everything is your own delusion. If you are not satisfied with acting alone, you have to bring others to play with you. That is your wrong thing. Do you know how much blood your hands are stained?" Qin Meiyu was not afraid at all. She smiled faintly, "Even if you die immediately now, people like you are not worthy of being with him. From the time you made that crazy decision, you should understand that sooner or later you will have to pay the price. Life and death will never be seen again. What punishment is more suitable for you than this."

Ayan hugged Aqing tightly, his face as if dead, and he never spoke.

"Didn't you just want to extradite A Qing's soul to Chu Qingyan? This is not something a child should play with, it's too dangerous. Besides, I'm back, so naturally I won't let you do it." Qin Meiyu stood up and raised his eyebrows, "You failed to get what you want in the soul-summoning array back then. You tried your best to lure Chu Qingyan into the illusion array for more than ten years, but you were still destined to be in vain."

"As long as he listens to everything, he is willing... I can ignore anything," he seemed to have never heard of Qin Meiyu's words. Ayan just hugged Aqing's body tightly, and his eyes were crying. "Sure enough, he still doesn't want it, he doesn't want it... Then what's the point of my persistence?"

He murmured, burying his head in Aqing's neck and tightening his arms.

The two of them leaned against each other, slowly exuding a light white halo. In this increasingly stronger halo, their figures gradually faded until they couldn't see clearly.

In this white light, a white bead appeared.

The white beads are simple and unpretentious, but the halo emits is strong and dazzling!

Seeing it familiar, Qin Meiyu looked at her heart and immediately reached for her.

"I knew you understood me."

As this gloomy sound rang out, a big hand condensed from black smoke took away the white bead first.

Everything in front of me disappeared as if it was burned by fire, and soon, all the lively town disappeared.

He is here!

Qin Meiyu suddenly turned around and looked in the direction where the sound was heard, and at the same time reached out to hold the paper man, shouting: "Why pretend to be a god? Come out!"

A black smoke appeared where Ayan disappeared, gradually thickening, and then the smoke dissipated and a figure flashed out from it.

The person who came was dressed in Taoist costume, and his half-old Taoist robe was very elegant and elegant. He held a white whisk in his hand, which looked no different from the Taoist priests in ordinary Taoist temples. He had a pretty face and a dull expression, but he was still about twenty or thirty years old, just like he saw it in that dilapidated temple more than ten years ago.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Ah Qing has been dead for many years, but the appearance of this Taoist Yun Qi has almost not changed much. Are you worried that you will meet old friends in the future and will not know each other?

Qin Meiyu saw the person clearly and turned to look at Chu Qingyan beside him.

He was quite calm, without any emotion on his face, and there was no turbulence in his eyes.

True Man Qingzhuo is really a cold-faced person with a good reputation.

"Long time no see, a stinky Taoist priest." Qin Meiyu tilted his head and smiled and said hello, "You haven't seen each other for more than ten years, you are not dead."

Taoist Yun Qi walked closer, stopped and looked at Chu Qingyan: "I am waiting for the old friend to return, but I still dare not die."

A clear light suddenly appeared, and Pozhi had been summoned out. Chu Qingyan held the sword and pressed her thumb hard on the scabbard.

Qin Meiyu glanced, stepped forward, blocked Chu Qingyan's face, and she rushed to Yun and said, "The old friend will definitely not return. I think you should stay in the illusion instead of trying your best to do all the bad things to make the soul-sucking of the mirror flowers and water moon."

As she spoke, she lowered her voice mockingly, "Here, you can do whatever you want, right?"

After not seeing each other for more than ten years, Taoist Yun Qi seemed to have improved a lot. He did not use the whisk in his hand to directly overturn Qin Meiyu to the ground. His eyes looked at Qin Meiyu a little sad.

"In more than ten years, he only took more than ten years to wait for you. I have been waiting for so long but still haven't waited. How unfair is God!"

It seems that Yun Qi, a stinky Taoist priest, should have been repeatedly frustrated in the past ten years. Qin Meiyu has no time to be sad about spring and autumn with him. Her injuries cannot last long. The paper man is greedy and he doesn't care about it when he eats it.
Chapter completed!