Chapter 715 That Person... Who Is It?

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Yun Qingluo was the only one left in Nuo Da's room. She panted like a cow, forced herself to stand up, and closed the door. If she didn't worry about it, she popped out a few spells one after another to seal the whole room, so that as long as outsiders came, She can predict in advance.

After doing this, she broke out in sweat again, took a breath for a moment, reached out tremblingly and took out a storage bag from her ruin tripod. Opening the storage bag, a person actually emerged from it...

Black hair in purple clothes, mask covering his face, tall and straight, standing there like a god.

Yun Qingluo stretched out his hand to him, and slightly closed his eyes: "Lord Zuo Tianshi...hug me—"

The man silently lifted her up, hugged her by the waist, and followed her instructions to put her on the bed...

Yun Qingluo hugged his neck with both arms, leaned her head on his chest, her eyes were full of pain: "Why...you can't love me? I have paid so much for you..."

The man didn't speak, just hugged her tenderly.

Yun Qingluo suddenly pushed him away, tears rolled down like rain: "Go away! Go away! Go away! You are not him! No!"

The man was pushed back by her, but he took a few steps back, and then rolled on the ground——

Yun Qingluo laughed: "You're not him! He wouldn't be so obedient! You're just a puppet! Just a brainless puppet!" After laughing, she cried again: "Why aren't you him? How nice of you to be him?"

Donated blood flowed from her chest and back, she let it flow, her eyes were a little empty: "Sometimes I think it's good for me to die like this, I won't like him so much anymore..."

She raised her hand to touch the wound on her chest, with blood on her hand: "This is what he gave me... Maybe I should let it go..."

The man in purple came over, stood by the bed, looked at her tenderly, raised his hand to brush her wound, and finally said: "Qing Luo, you can't die, you haven't fulfilled your mission yet..."

His voice was also Di Fuyi's voice, with the tenderness he had never given her: "Qing Luo, you still have me."

Yun Qingluo was stunned, stunned for a moment: "I... I didn't teach you to say this! You... How could you?"

The man in purple looked at her tenderly, and then gently hugged her into his arms, stroking her forehead with his cold lips: "Qing Luo, don't be afraid, I will be here, always."

Yun Qingluo seemed to be completely stunned, allowing him to unbutton her clothes for herself, and letting his cold fingertips touch her wound: "Qing Luo, can you remove this spell sword by yourself?"

Yun Qingluo nodded, she is a conjurer, this sword is condensed with her own blood essence mixed with spells and other things, her own body can naturally dissolve the thorns on the sword, and then pull it out.

She held the tip of the sword with her backhand, gritted her teeth and pulled out the broken sword.

Of course, I was sweating again from the pain.

The person also lay down directly, almost fainting.

The man in purple had nimble fingers and began to treat her wound, apply medicine, bandage...

Yun Qingluo looked at him with wide eyes, no matter his height, temperament, eyes, lips, fingers...everything that can be seen by others, this person definitely looks like him! Like the person she dreams of but can never get.

But what about behind the mask?

She suddenly raised her hand and tore off his mask!

Behind the mask is a weird face, no eyebrows, no nose, only eyes and mouth——

It is exactly the same as when she created him back then, nothing has changed.