"Freak, they must have fallen into an illusion spell. Let's be careful." Leng Ruoxue frowned. Outsiders couldn't help those who fell into an illusion. They could only rely on themselves and had to rely on their own strength to escape from the illusion. Otherwise, they would die in the illusion. This was the terror of illusions.
But Freak did not answer her. Leng Ruoxue turned her head doubtfully and found that Freak had also fallen into an illusion.
At this moment, scenes slowly appeared in front of Leng Ruoxue's eyes…
Leng Ruoxue was like a bystander watching everything she had experienced play out in front of her eyes. Her relationship with Freak was so realistic that even she almost believed it…
"Xue'er, I love you," Freak said with incomparable affection.
"I love you too," Leng Ruoxue said perfunctorily. Then a sword appeared in her hand, and spiritual power gathered on the blade. Then she swiftly stabbed Freak…
