Immortal, save me!

Chu Xueying restrained her emotions and said with a smile: "In this case, Xueying is looking forward to meeting Mr. Luo's wife even more."

Then she seemed to think of something, and said with regret, "It is said that Xueying's seventh sister and Mr. Luo hit it off at first sight, and she even wanted to get acquainted with you... I spoke out of turn, please don't blame me, Mr. Luo."

Chu Xueying covered her lips with her hands, looking regretful for talking too much.

Luo Jin's expression turned cold, and he said, "Your sister already knows that I'm married. Didn't Fellow Daoist Chu check with your sister?"

Chu Xueying's face turned ugly for a moment.

When did this happen?

Whether in the Xuanling Secret Realm or the Xianling Continent, when she saw Luo Jin, this man was always with Mo Yin, and there was no woman around him. Therefore, when she heard that Luo Jin was already married, she did not believe it, so she made the current test.

If Luo Jin really had a wife, and Seventh Sister knew about it, why didn't she tell her?

Suddenly, she thought of a dream she had once had. The look of Seventh Sister gloating over someone else's misfortune in the dream was still deeply imprinted in her mind.

Chu Xueying's eyes were cold, her hands clenched in her sleeves, and she said slowly: "I think Seventh Sister has forgotten."

Luo Jin sneered in his heart.

"I have something else to do, so I won't bother you anymore."

After saying that, Luo Jin turned and left.

Behind him, Chu Xueying looked at him with a hint of murderous intent in her eyes.

Luo Jin, Chu Xuewei, Cheng Yu...

Ah.

night.

Chu Xueying's world fell into darkness. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face. A suffocating feeling that made her feel desperate enveloped her.

Her five senses were blocked by darkness. She couldn't hear, see, smell or touch...

She opened her mouth and gasped, struggling desperately, her whole body was sweating, but she didn't move.

She opened her eyes wide in despair. There was endless darkness before her. She could see nothing and hear nothing.

Her body seemed to melt into the darkness and become one with it. Only her consciousness remained clear, trapped in this small space and unable to move.

Suddenly, she felt restrained on her wrists. She moved her fingers and heard the sound of chains shaking in the air. Her hands were hung up by the chains without her knowing.

Chu Xueying looked ahead in fear. In the darkness, a pair of rough hands reached out from behind her. One hand pinched her neck, and the other hand lifted her chin.

In her ears was a wild laughter that frightened and disgusted her.

Chu Xueying's body was trembling, and several familiar figures slowly appeared in her sight.

Emperor Chu and the Empress were sitting in the imperial garden admiring the flowers. The palace maids brought tea and snacks and placed them on the table. A petite girl snuggled in the Empress's arms and acted coquettishly, asking her for the little gadgets she liked.

The queen could not resist her coquetry, and quickly agreed and ordered someone to bring a brocade box.

The woman took it with joy and played with the things inside in her hands. After a while, she got bored and threw the things casually into the brocade box.

She rested her head on the queen's legs out of boredom, her fingers gently entwined with the hair that fell on her shoulders, and she narrated her experiences in the Tianyan Sect in a bored manner.

The emperor looked at her with satisfaction, and the queen stroked her hair lovingly.

Chu Xueying's eyes were filled with tears. At that moment, she seemed to smell the rich fragrance of peony flowers, feel the caress of the breeze, and the warmth of the sun on her skin.

The next moment, the woman lying on the queen's legs suddenly turned around and looked at her. There was a smile on her face, but a cold arc at the corner of her lips. The familiar face that she looked at day and night suddenly turned into the face of another person.