He just stood there quietly, just like what he had just seen.

But in his eyes, it was not pain and helplessness, but full of love and affection.

"Yuer..."

His fingertips gently stroked her cheek, feeling the softness and smoothness.

"If I stay, will you really stay too?!"

"will not!"

"why?"

Ling Luoyu's black eyes stared at Mo Xuanchen's eyes, feeling the gentleness of his fingertips.

"Because I know that's not true! I can't judge anything else, but the person I love is you... When you don't exist in that world, I can quite conclude that everything there is an illusion!! "

The training of the illusion has nothing to do with the cultivation base.

What it honeds is the mind.

If people are weak-willed, they will just sink.

And to resist his own inner demons, what is needed is absolute courage and determination, as well as the courage to break the boat.

If Ling Luoyu's willpower is a little weaker than everything else, I'm afraid that he has fallen into that goodness now.

It was the words she said to him in the illusion that made Mo Xuanchen's infinite love turn into soft fingers.

The one she loves is him!

This simple sentence made him feel that everything was worth it.

"Snapped!"

Feng Chenglin's tea cup fell untimely to the ground and smashed to pieces.

He still maintained an unstable posture with a beeping look on his face.

Although I was psychologically prepared for what these two "broken sleeves" did, it is one thing to hear and guess, but to see with my own eyes is another.

Seeing these two men abuse single dogs to death, Feng Chenglin felt like he wanted to blind him!

Too spicy eyes!

Such a stimulating scene is simply not something people can resist.

Ling Luoyu's and Mo Xuanchen's eyes looked at the same time, and those eyes seemed to want to take him off!

What a harmonious picture, he was abruptly interrupted.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Feng Chenglin crouched down to pick up the fragments, and bowed his head.

"Um... you go on, I'll go make tea!"

Ling Luoyu realized that besides them, there were four other people including Wu Ye Feng in the room.

The four of them were still asleep, some of their expressions were painful and tangled, and some were happy and sweet.

"What is this place?!"

Mo Xuanchen kissed her lightly on the forehead and wandered away wantonly.

"This is where I can kiss you..."

Ling Luoyu pushed him away angrily: "Don't make trouble! There are still people here?! Let's talk about business..."

"What's the point of talking about business, it's better to do something business!"

Although Mo Xuanchen's kiss suppressed the enthusiasm, every kiss was like a curse, tempting him to kiss again.

His palm was pressed against her slender waist, and he hugged him into his arms, and his lips finally kissed her lips presumptuously.

The tip of the tongue is obsessively tangled, and the soft and glutinous sweetness is released into the heart along the lips, like a strong liquor, instantly drunk the hearts of the two.

They kissed wantonly, as if they had forgotten that there were a bunch of extra light bulbs around them.

At the door of the inner room, Feng Chenglin looked at the two people kissing through the crack of the door, and a strange taste came out in his heart.

Some are distressed, some are unwilling, and even more sore.

This feeling made Feng Chenglin panic in his heart.

He knows what this feeling means!

But this is the emotion that cannot appear between him and Ling Luoyu.

Therefore, he consciously pressed down, pressed down, and pressed down this emotion.

No matter whether the person Ling Luoyu likes is a man or a woman, as long as she feels happy, he will accompany his brother to be happy together.