Ling Xuanluo took the third primordial incense pill, and used the ethereal monk's internal force to stabilize his state of mind, so he used the Yaohai Recipe and entered Jiang Nanjun's brain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He thought that he would be greeted by a desolate and bleak world, but he never thought that as soon as he opened his eyes, he would be stunned by a colorful and interesting strange world dotted with mud.

"What Yao Haijue captures is usually the last image left in the human mind. Huanshu has just left, he is in extreme grief, how can this last image be so gamed? Where is my brother? ”

Ling Xuanluo believes that living people have a lamp in their hearts, and when the heart lamp goes out, it means that people have died. The heart lamp changes into various forms with the owner's likes and dislikes, and at this moment in Jiang Nanjun's heart, it is probably this cute little face.

Therefore, every noodle person on the muddy ground embodies Jiang Nanjun's emotions, and if he touches one, it will shorten the time for his heart lamp to burn.

So Ling Xuanluo had questions, stood on tiptoe and walked forward cautiously, for fear of knocking down a face-to-face person, and after walking for a short time, he found the answer.

The sky is Jiang Nanjun's heart mirror, reflecting the real scene of the ground, with the help of the heart mirror, he can see wider and farther. Looking up, he saw a black spot not far away, which contrasted with the bright color of the mud.

"Brother is there! What's he doing? Finding the right direction, he was overjoyed, and simply flew over with his feet off the ground.

When he got closer, a man sat with his back to him, burying his head in great concentration, not knowing what he was doing. He didn't seem to realize that an uninvited guest had arrived.

In this dreamlike colorful world, Ling Xuanluo should have been in a happy mood, but when he saw the back of that person, somehow, his chest was so depressed that he was about to suffocate.

He hesitated for a moment, walked over and took a closer look, and the person sitting on the ground was Jiang Nanjun. At this time, he actually had two hands completely, holding a paintbrush, and was concentrating on coloring a face.

He was stunned, and involuntarily called: "Brother Jiangnan......"

Jiang Nanjun turned around when he heard this, grinned when he saw him, and greeted happily: "Huanshu, come and see, this is your favorite face mask!" Brother is almost ready, and when you put it on the windowsill to dry, you can take it and play with it. ”

"Brother Jiangnan ......"

Understanding the meaning of the face mud and the face man, Ling Xuanluo lost control again, and before he could speak, tears burst out of his eyes.

He ran over, grabbed Jiang Nanjun's shoulders, and cried to stop: "Brother, quickly put down these dough mud!" You can't think about Huanshu anymore, it's all over! Her death is not your fault, and she is not led astray because of you! Everything is providential, God is grateful for your contribution to the Six Realms, and this matter has been satisfactorily resolved, what more can you ask for? Let go, let go, or you're going to be the living dead! ”

Huanshu in her eyes yelled at herself inexplicably, and her shoulders were held down by her and couldn't move, Jiang Nanjun was at a loss, raised his head and asked timidly: "Huanshu, good sister, what's wrong with you?" Unprovoked, how can you play the lady's temper? ”

"My brother treats me as a raccoon?" Ling Xuanluo was so shocked that he let go of his hand and stepped back.

Only then did he realize that after Jiang Nanjun's brain collapsed, he lived into a fantasy. What he sees in his eyes now is a wish of Jiang Nanjun, or rather, a regret.

He is buried deep in it, and if no one pulls it, he is afraid that by his own strength, he will never think of it again. When the fantasy world disappears, his brain will also die.

For the sake of today's plan, Ling Xuanluo must first help him get out of his illusion and enter the virtual realm of his own Heavenly Zen before he can start the treatment of the continuation of the pulse.