Chapter 869

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It is Treading Xianjun.

Ta Xianjun's complexion is very poor, and there is a little blue in the white body, as if poisoning after taking the poison. In front of him were some fruit plates. The grapes on the plate were dark purple, the apples were thin and crimson. He doesn't look.

hallucinations? reality?

The points are not so real. Xue Meng was buzzing in his head, and when he returned to his senses, he heard himself saying: "Ink burning, you..."

Ta Xianjun didn't seem to wake up from the light sleep, still closed his eyes, but responded: "...what?"

Maybe the man in front of him is too weak, or maybe in the rain, Xue Meng has vented his endless anger. At this time, facing the illusion on the high seat, exhaustion is better than anger.

He doesn't know if the ink burns will answer, and he doesn't know what the meaning of this is. He just murmured numbly, asking the questions that piled up in his chest and almost crushed him:

"Why do you do this... Are you reborn? You... you and the master... you really..."

Of course, Step Xianjun didn't answer. He just snorted softly, and then slowly opened the eyelashes.

In the dim light, he glanced at Xue Meng: "After all, since the Kunlun Snow Palace farewell, you and Master have not seen each other for two years."

Xue Meng froze for a moment: "What?"

Stepping Xianjun smiled and said to himself: "Xue Meng, do you miss him?"

Xue Meng was stunned and asked: "What is Kunlun's Snow Palace, what hasn't been seen for two years, what's in a mess?!"

The blurry illusion in front of me is actually the last conversation with Xue Meng in the past when Mo Ran took the poison and committed suicide.

The blindness was born at will, and it happened by coincidence that the situation in the previous life before the separation and death of the two people was born.

But Xue Meng didn't know it at this time. He was dazed and resentful, anxious and frightened. He stared at the man in the seat and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ta Xianjun's eyes looked at him, but he didn't seem to look at him.

It seems to be looking at another shadow that does not exist through this real Xue Meng.

He and the shadow were talking to themselves: "Give it back to you? Stupid words. You don't even think about it. Master and I have such a deep hatred, how could I allow him to live in this world."

Xue Meng stopped.

Yes... this is an illusion, even if he doesn't say a word, Step Xianjun will keep talking. He was talking to someone he couldn't see.

What is he talking about?

Buzzing in the ears, Xue Meng didn't remember much because he didn't understand the sentences spoken by Step Xianjun. But the eyes of the man on the throne are so crazy and cold, paranoid and contradictory, which makes Xue Meng feel cold all over - this is not his brother. He doesn't recognize it.

Ta Xianjun is still embarrassed: "You want to remind me that he once beat me to the bottom of my body, and asked me to kneel down and confess my guilt in front of everyone. I still want to remind me that he once stood in the way for you and for people who didn't agree with each other. In front of me, how many times have I blocked my good things and ruined my great career?"

This bào monarch is like a wandering dragon with blind eyes and broken claws, exhausted in the mud, retaining his last ferocity.

He kept talking, like crazy, like crazy. He looked vicious, but he was exhausted.

He said, "A master-student session. His corpse is parked in the red lotus waterside pavilion in Nanfeng. It was lying in a lotus flower, well preserved, like falling asleep."

He added: "His corpse is maintained by my spiritual power, so that it will not rot. If you miss him, don't waste your time with me here, and hurry up before I die."

Xue Meng stepped up the long steps, Xue Huang clenched in his hand, sweating: "What are you talking about..."

In the last life, who died?

Whose body is in the red lotus pavilion?

Whose corpse has to be maintained by the spiritual power of Stepping Immortal Emperor, so that it will never rot... Who?

In fact, from the words of Stepping Xianjun, from the tomb he saw in front of Tongtian Tower, Xue Meng already had the answer in his heart. But his mind seemed to be filled with ice slag, and his upper and lower lips and teeth kept bumping because of the trembling.

who died... who died! !

He suddenly twisted his eyes and rushed to the temple. He reached out and pulled the ink-burning clothes, but his five fingers went straight through the illusion.

Ta Xianjun's face was immersed in his hand, and he said hoarsely: "Go. Go and see him. If it's too late, I will die, and once the spiritual power is cut off, he will become ashes."

The voice fell, the man closed his eyes in frustration, the poison had already attacked.

And Xue Meng opened his eyes wide and trembled all over——

How did this all come to be? What kind of absurdity has happened in this red dust?

"You killed him?"

Xue Meng's voice was rustling, and he wanted to destroy him, "You killed him?"

"..."

"Have you been clear about everything since you were reborn, do you actually know everything?"

Naturally no one will answer him, but Xue Meng still asks.

There are many answers in this world. Knowing it will not make people happy, it will only make people suffer.

The cruel truth and the gentle lie, which is love and which is hate?

"If you know...why are you lying to us? Brother...how can you bear it...how can you bear it..."

In front of him is the face of the other party that is almost convulsing, and no one will be healed when the poison strikes.

Look. Blood dripped from the corner of Ta Xianjun's mouth, he stood up, stood up staggeringly, and staggered towards the outside of the hall.

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