Lan Hong saw the shadows of many others in Long Xiaoyao, Mu En, and Ye Xishui.
Ah Yin and the Tang Hao-Tang Xiao brothers, as well as Yu Xiaogang, Bibi Dong, Liu Erlong, and Qian Xunji.
The story between Long Xiaoyao, Mu En, and Ye Xishui seemed to blend together everyone else's melodramatic entanglements. It was melodramatic to the extreme.
Long Xiaoyao was practically dumbfounded, staring blankly at Ye Xishui as she continued recounting her story without pause.
"After leaving the Holy Spirit Cult, I deliberately approached them. With my beauty, strength, and intentional friendliness, I soon became good friends with Brother Long and Brother Mu.
"We traveled the continent together, righting wrongs and helping the weak. That was also the happiest time of my life."
At this, Long Xiaoyao's gaze grew distant, as though he were recalling those days.
Seeing Long Xiaoyao like that, Lan Hong was speechless. He was a peerless genius of his generation, someone who had even been qualified to become a god, yet he had been wrapped around a woman's finger so completely.
He was even more speechless about the world of Douluo Continent. It was as if talented people in this world were cursed, always falling into the mire of love and unable to pull themselves free.
"However, happy times are always short-lived. I received word from Old Ghost Zhongli, ordering me to carry out my mission quickly. His chosen target was Mu En, and he wanted me to draw Mu En into the Holy Spirit Cult.
"But during our time together, I realized that the person I loved was Brother Long. Toward Brother Mu, I only had the feelings of a sister for her brother."
Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyao actually laughed, his laughter filled with relief. His goddess had finally admitted that