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"I said before that those people couldn't get the Bi Cang Lingzhu because I wasn't among those people!"

"You don't want to take away my Nan Wang Shu!"

After the white light, a blood-soaked man staggered towards Li Sangzhu. Li Sangzhu stared at him blankly, but suddenly his pupils trembled.

"Ji Yangan, you..."

"I'm not Ji Yang'an, I'm Wen Buqi!" Wen Buqi covered her chest with one hand and knelt in front of Li Sangzhu, holding her face lightly with the other: "You're not Li Sangzhu either, you're Nan Wangshu!"

"Nan Wangshu..." Li Sangzhu stared at Wen Buqi's amber pupils, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head. Scenes of flashing images flashed past her eyes, and countless chaotic voices mingled deep in her mind. There's a lot of noise--

"Boss, aren't you afraid that I will overwhelm you..."

"It's a blessing to be able to eat, all the money the boss earns is for you to eat..."

"Do you like the boss... who likes the boss..."

"I, I like to never give up..."

"Remember to close your eyes next time you kiss..."

"There is no one else between you and me, the boss will always work hard for you alone..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The headache seemed to explode, those sounds and images seemed to have invaded Li Sangzhu's mind with another person's memory, she pressed her hands firmly on her temples, and opened her eyes again. When she opened her eyes and looked at the man in front of her, she subconsciously blurted out two words: "Boss."

"It's me!" Wen Buqi's tense body loosened visible to the naked eye, and a bloody smile pulled Nan Wangshu into his arms: "It's the boss, the boss is here to save you, it's a fake , are all fake, without Ji Yangan, without Su Xuening, you are Nan Wangshu, not Li Sangzhu!"

"I'm Nan Wangshu, I'm not Li Sangzhu!" Nan Wangshu hurriedly suppressed the chaotic memories of fighting in his mind, took a deep breath of the unique clear fragrance of Wen Buqi's body, let go of him for a while, and looked at his full face. Bloody face asked: "Boss, why is there so much blood on your body?"

"It's okay, a little injury." Wen Buqi raised Nan Wangshu's face and kissed her hard on her lips, his voice was visibly trembling: "Boss is omnipotent."

"No matter how omnipotent a person is, it still hurts." Nan Wangshu caressed those wounds on his face distressedly: "Where did Zhang Lingyuan take you?"

"Heh," Wen Buqi laughed at himself, "I didn't go anywhere, I was with you all the time."

"Ah?" Nan Wangshu tried his best to recall all the people he met in the illusion, but he couldn't find anyone who matched Wen Buqi, except Ji Yang'an who had the same face as him.

"With me? Where?"

"Here." Wen Buqi took down the jade pendant on Nan Wangshu's chest: "I am in this jade pendant, watching you marry Ji Yang'an, being deceived, betrayed, hurt and imprisoned, Watching you fall into hell, but can't do anything, fortunately, fortunately, I broke the illusion and pulled you back."

"You were able to break through my Tulin illusion by yourself!"

Just now the voice of the little girl in the void sounded again, Nan Wangshu turned his head to look, and saw Zhang Lingyuan getting up from the ground wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, and staring at Wen Buqi resentfully with a pair of grape eyes.

Wen Buqi raised his eyebrows in disdain: "Of course I can!"

Zhang Lingyuan couldn't get angry but couldn't beat her, so she had to look at Nan Wangshu in a blink of an eye: "Sister, how could you be fascinated by this man's few words? You forgot that you are in an illusion..."

"I haven't forgotten!" Nan Wangshu interrupted her coldly: "But it's just an illusion. You can make others insane and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, but you can't let me! When you see him, you can tell the difference."

Nan Wangshu's words hit the ground loudly, like a stone falling into the heart that never gives up, stirring up ripples called love.

Her face was still very pale, and her body was always covered with a layer of sadness and melancholy that belonged to Li Sangzhu, but her eyes were unprecedentedly firm.She stood up from the ground holding Wen Buqi's hand, stared at Zhang Lingyuan's unwilling and resentful face and gasped, "Don't try to turn me into a lunatic too!"

Everyone in the illusion disappeared, and there were only three of them left in the empty city gate.

The birthmark on Zhang Lingyuan's right face seemed to be darker, and if you looked closely, you could still see the birthmark emitting black air faintly.

The snow stopped, and the sky above the head was full of cracks like a cracked glass cover.

"what!"

In the confrontational silence, Zhang Lingyuan suddenly opened her hands wide and raised her head and roared, and then bursts of green smoke exploded rapidly on her body, and countless gleaming scimitars gathered in front of her, and she stared at her pair of eyes. Big eyes locked Wen Buqi: "Smelly man! It's all because of you, and it's all because of your sister that you don't want to believe my words! Go to hell!"

As soon as the eardrum-shocking roar fell, the scimitars immediately opened their eyes and came towards Wen Buqi. Wen Buqi's eyes narrowed slightly and blocked Nan Wangshu behind him. The scimitar rushed forward!

"Oh!"

After an earth-shattering explosion, swords, swords and shadows mixed with the "clank" sound of weapons colliding exploded at the gate of the city. Nan Wangshu stared closely at the light and shadow of the fight, and could only vaguely see from it that Wen Buqi had the upper hand at the moment .

A gust of wind blew up, and waves of air swayed from the light and shadow. Nan Wangshu was swept away, and his clothes were flying, and he almost couldn't stand still.

"Kaka...Kaka..." As Zhang Lingyuan was beaten by Wen Buqi and gradually lost the strength to fight back, the crack in the sky above Nan Wangshu's head grew bigger and bigger, and it seemed to be faintly collapsing.

"what!"

A miserable scream fell to the ground, Wen Buqi folded his sword and stood with his hands behind his back, the light and shadow immediately disappeared.

Zhang Lingyuan collapsed on the ground with blood all over her body, and stared at Wen Buqi with unwillingness and shock in her eyes: "Who are you?"

"Human?" Wen Buqi said lightly, "According to the rules, you should call me a real god."

"True God?" Zhang Lingyuan's pupils trembled, and he asked in disbelief: "You, are you the true god who washed the hell alone a hundred years ago and willingly became the ghost emperor?"

"That's right." Wen Buqi raised his eyebrows quite proudly, stretched out his hand and threw a white smoke to entangle Zhang Lingyuan and lead him to him, his face was stern but with the indifference and fearlessness of a true god: "It was you who spit it out yourself. The Bi Cang Lingzhu still let me do it?"

Zhang Lingyuan gritted her teeth and refused to speak, Wen Buqi waited for a while, then nodded: "Okay, then let the real god do it himself!"

After saying that, Zhang Lingyuan's face, which was entangled in white smoke, suddenly trembled, gleaming white threads penetrated into the skin from her seven orifices like wriggling nematodes, and then wandered around under the skin.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

An uncontrollable scream of pain came from her increasingly distorted face, as if she was experiencing some kind of skin cramping pain, which made Nan Wangshu's whole body goosebumps.