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There was also a distinct sound of a piano playing in the background.
Pleasant to the ears.
"Saburo!"
He turned his head and there was a person there, looking at Lin Yi with deep affection.
She has a plump figure, but only in the right places she's large and small.
The important thing is those eyes.
Deeply affectionate, captivating the heart.
Is this Yang Yuhuan?
The question is, do we still call him Sanlang?
That must be Li Longji?
Lin Yi did not refuse.
Yang Yuhuan, on this side, suddenly collapsed.
She had already fallen completely into Lin Yi's arms.
It is soft and boneless, with an amazing tactile sensation.
Yang Yuhuan.
Lin Yi wanted to experience the pleasures of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang.
So-called.
Looking back, Bai Meisheng smiled, and the Sixth Palace had no color.
Spring cold showers in Huaqing Pool, hot spring water slides and gels.
The waiter lifted up Jiao's weakness, and it was Xincheng Enzeshi.
The flowers on the temples of the cloud are shaking, and the hibiscus is warming the spring night.
The spring night is short and the day is high, and since then the king will not go to court early.
Leaving aside appearance.
However, regarding these techniques...
Lin Yi couldn't help but sigh.
No wonder she was able to captivate Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, Li Longji.
Impressive, truly impressive.
"Sanlang, why do you seem unhappy?"
Leaning against Lin Yi's chest, Yang Yuhuan smiled sweetly and said...
As he spoke.
I gently bite into a lychee.
It should be given to Lin Yi.
Lin Yi simply shook his head.
"What? Does Sanlang not like this place?"
Rejected by Lin Yi, Yang Yuhuan wept bitterly, but her voice betrayed her grievances.
It makes your whole body feel weak and mushy.
Lin Yi simply shook his head. "Then why Sanlang?"
"It's nice here, but it feels so fake."
As Lin Yi spoke, he stood up directly from among them.
What does "Sanlang" mean?
At this moment, Yang Yuhuan was pushed away by Lin Yi and collapsed to the ground.
At this point, I couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
She really looks pitiful.
Lin Yi did not answer.
"This place is too fake. The pavilions and towers are fake, the mountains are fake, and even the people here are fake."
"Do you not want me to be called Sanlang?"
Yang Yuhuan looked at Lin Yi with deep affection.
"If I don't like it, I won't accept it. Why do you say this place is all fake?"
"Isn't it happy here?"
"Alright, put on a show for me. What's the point of pretending?"
As he spoke, Lin Yi looked directly in one of the directions.
It was originally on the ground.
Yang Yuhuan gazed at Lin Yi with deep affection, her face now displaying a delicate and vulnerable expression.
He simply disappeared, and then immediately stood up.
"How did you find out?"
"No one has ever been able to discover the secret behind this."
He stared sharply at Lin Yi.
"I didn't notice it at first either, but I just thought, 'What's fake is fake.'"
Lin Yi shook his head.
joke.
What does it mean that the system didn't give a reward?
The system won't give real rewards for false happiness.
This immediately alerted Lin Yi's side.
After that, Lin Yi simply...
They chose to observe their surroundings directly.
Sure enough, some subtle differences were discovered.
"That's amazing. I never thought that this would be the first time in all these years that someone has discovered the secret here."
this time.
The voice did not come from Yang Yuhuan, who was next to Lin Yi.
And with the appearance of sound.
The original piano music disappeared, accompanied by...
And these pavilions and towers, and the dancing girls all around...
Even Yang Yuhuan, who was standing next to Lin Yi just moments before, had vanished.
Look over here.
This is no longer a pavilion.
Taoist temple.
Yes, right in front of us is a Taoist temple, a very simple-looking one.
At this moment, a Taoist nun appeared in the middle.
Just a glance.
Lin Yi was completely stunned.
Yang Guifei.
That's right, this should be the real Yang Yuhuan.
A graceful and elegant demeanor, an air of nobility.
She is truly incomparable to that so-called Yang Yuhuan.
"Lin Yi greets Master Taizhen."
Yang Yuhuan, Yang Taizhen.
Moreover, the feeling here.
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding environment changed.
And there's this subtle, underlying suppression.
Ghost King.
Lin Yi frowned deeply.
This Yang Guifei has actually become a ghost king.
As for this painting...
Clearly, this is Yang Guifei's ghost realm.
Only her own ghost realm could be changed in a single thought.
They even went so far as to involve Lin Yi.
At first glance, they did not notice that this place was fake.
Everything that just happened was a hallucination.
This is the real Yang Yuhuan.
"Ha, it's been so long since I've heard that title."