Forcing the Demon to Be Good: The Demonic Highness knocks on the door

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The bridge was a little soft to step on, and it trembled.

It's not silk or leather, it's not brick or wood, and I don't know what material it is made of.

Clouds and mist shroud the bridge, and the bridge deck is paved with colored transparent bricks.

These bricks are shaped like hearts, which are very weird. [

As soon as I set foot on this bridge, I felt a strange feeling in my heart.

Like joy or sorrow, like resentment or anger, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, greed, hatred, obsession, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of feelings, all rushing into my heart.

"Xiao Bao'er, what do you see under the bridge?"

Yue Wushang's voice suddenly sounded beside his ears.

Qi Luoer supported the bridge railing and subconsciously looked down the bridge.

There were two figures reflected in Bibo Sensei, one was himself, and the other was——Master? !

Qi Luoer jumped up and looked around in a panic.

Yue Wushang's face changed slightly: "Little Bao'er, what are you looking for?"

"Master! I saw Master! Master is also chasing after me! I saw him right beside me..."

Qi Luoer replied hastily.

God, it turns out that Master is here too!

Faint to death, if he saw Yue Wushang, he might have to fight again...

"Yue Wushang, hurry up..."

Qi Luoer cried subconsciously, and suddenly saw Yue Wushang's face paler than paper, and was slightly taken aback: "You...what's wrong with you?"

Yue Wushang's expression looked as if someone had punched him in the face.

He grabbed her arm tightly, his eyes full of shock and disbelief: "You... What did you see in the water? It was you and Yun Hua?!"

His last two words almost popped out between his teeth.

Its eerie and cold breath made Qi Luoer shiver uncontrollably.

Qi Luoer yelled: "Hey, what are you doing?! Let go of me, you hurt me!" [

Yue Wushang's palms were already trembling, and he relaxed slightly, but he still didn't give up: "Did you really see that bastard Yun Hua?!"

Qi Luoer glared at him: "You are not allowed to speak ill of my master..."