Qing Hui didn't know what would happen if he died in the illusion.

She couldn't help but think too much now. Danger was everywhere around her, and she had nowhere to hide.

She completely passively joined this sudden fight with no end in sight.

One day, two days, three days...

It's been so long that Qing Hui can't even remember how long she stayed in this battlefield. Even if she told herself over and over again that it was all fake, she would still run out of spiritual power again and again, and she would be in the next moment.

She was injured while being careful, and saw people of indistinguishable race falling next to her one after another. Some of them she was able to save in time, while others she had no time to save at all.

When she first stood outside the Changyuan, she saw a place like an abyss beneath a cliff. But after she actually entered the battlefield, it looked like the endless black wasteland she had seen before.

Broken limbs and broken arms were everywhere.

The blood, whose color was indistinguishable, had long since dyed the ground beneath his feet into a reddish-black, sticky, fishy smell.

Qing Hui really couldn't hold on any longer.

At this time, she didn't even have time to think about how she was going to leave this illusion. Instead, she thought about when this war would end.

With a sudden movement, a sharp claw like a sickle penetrated her shoulder directly. Qing Hua's face turned pale with pain, and her eyes were blurred, and she could not see anything clearly.

She was so tired that she couldn't help but want to close her eyes.

But just when she was about to fall, a hand suddenly held her waist, and then the sickle-shaped claws that pierced her shoulders were pulled out from her shoulders, causing her to wake up suddenly from the pain.

come over.

Her eyes became clearer, and then she saw the face that she had been thinking about for a long time.

"His Majesty?"

Qing Hui shouted subconsciously.

The other party heard her voice and paused slightly, as if he didn't understand what she was talking about. He quickly stuffed a pill into her mouth and whispered, "Be careful, go east, there is a knot outside Changyuan."

The world is safer."

After saying that, he turned around to disperse the surging monsters around him, and then went in another direction.

Qing Hui covered his still aching shoulder with one hand and looked at his back blankly. His heart throbbed and tears fell without any warning.

That is not her Majesty.

Of course she can tell the difference.

The way he looked at her didn't look familiar at all, as if she was just a person he saved casually, no different from anyone else in the same camp on this battlefield.

In the past, she would have curled her lips at most, but at this moment, the overwhelming pain of grievance seemed to be swallowing her up.

She was terribly wronged.

She was trapped in this illusion with no end in sight. She saw familiar faces, but none of them were familiar people.

No matter whether it is Li Guang or Qing Luo, including the face he sees now that is exactly the same as Lian Xue Yin, no matter how similar they are, they are not.

None of them are familiar to her.

She was alone and trapped in a nightmare from which she could not escape.

She had many, many things she wanted to say to him, but he was not here, and the "he" here did not know her at all.

How can she get out, leave here, and find him!
Chapter completed!