Chapter Eighty-Seven: Demon Enchantment (I)
The Paradise has been broken!!
However, Shen Sangsang, who was staying in the ghost of reality, didn't know what was happening, and was still holding Yan Zhiyu in his arms tightly, the unemployed, wiped a handful of snot and tears on his clothes, and the red soul power emanating from his body seemed to be struggling to try to give him a little warmth.
Yan Zhiyu, who slowly woke up from the universal illusion, just woke up and saw Shen Sangsang who was holding himself in his arms and sobbing by himself, and he was very puzzled.
Since Shen Sangsang was holding Yan Zhiyu from the front, she couldn't see his face at all, just holding him like this, and she didn't even know that he had woken up.
Yan Zhiyu, who saw this scene, felt very interesting, reached out and patted her back, and whispered in her ear and asked, "What's wrong?" Crying and mourning? ”
Hearing this voice, Shen Sangsang still didn't react, "wow", and couldn't help crying anymore: "I still have a lot to say!" ”
"Huh." Yan Zhiyu smiled and patted her back again, and whispered softly as if comforting a child, "Don't worry, there is a chance." ”
Shen Sangsang suddenly seemed to realize that something was wrong, and pushed Yan Zhiyu away in his arms in a daze, looked at Yan Zhiyu who had opened his eyes, wiped a handful of tears, and looked at him for a long time without relieving himself, looking very funny.
"You ......" Shen Sangsang stretched out his hand and pointed at him in disbelief, and then rubbed his eyes to confirm that he was indeed not mistaken.
Yan Zhiyu smiled and reached out to hold her fingers, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "You just seem to have experienced the pain of losing a husband." ”
"Hmm......" Shen Sangsang hadn't completely recovered yet, looking at Yan Zhiyu in front of him, his mood hadn't completely normalized.
"I'm fine, don't worry." Yan Zhiyu reached out and rubbed the top of her hair dotingly, gently as if she was carefully touching a cloud.
It took a long time for Shen Sangsang to come to his senses, looking at Yan Zhiyu in front of him, his eyes were still red, and he was still a little choked: "You...... How did you get out? ”
Yan Zhiyu replied with a smile: "Just inside it, when you lost consciousness and fell unconscious, I felt that your soul power and vitality were passing, but after experiencing these injuries of the Shura Army, I found that there were no real bleeding wounds on your body, and I couldn't smell anything else, my senses were completely closed, and I could only feel 1 pain." Therefore, the reason why the Soul Master died in the Fantasy Realm was to destroy the Soul Master's willpower and harm the Soul Master's body. In this case, if the soul master feels pain and smells blood in the mix, then, will everything be solved soon? ”
"But this can only be done by two people who appear in reality at the same time and enter the Fantasy World at the same time, so only one of us can go." Yan Zhiyu continued to explain.
"Then why didn't you come out first?" Shen Sangsang asked.
Yan Zhiyu smiled: "If you go out, I can go out too." It's not that I can't break the Fantasy World, it's just that once I make a move, the ban in your body will be completely lifted, so send you back to the real world, and I will perform it in another fantasy world, so that it won't affect the ban in your body. ”
Shen Sangsang did understand how he broke the Ordinary Illusion, but there were still a few points that he didn't understand: "Then why didn't you tell me first?" ”
Yan Zhiyu replied with a smile: "I forgot." ”
"...... you" Shen Sangsang frowned angrily, he forgot a word and let himself be sad here for so long?! She had even figured out where he would be buried!
In fact, Yan Zhiyu didn't really forget, in fact, he knew everything, he just wanted to see how she would react if she died, which can be regarded as a disguised desire to see her position and importance in her heart, right? It's just that he didn't expect that she would cry so sadly, and he has always been unwilling to believe the "fact" that he died, and has been trying to "come back to life".
Shen Sangsang touched his nose, continued to stare at him and asked, "You said that as long as the injury smells bloody, then why are you ......?"
She paused, and her face turned red: "Why did you choose to kiss me?" No...... Couldn't it be something else? ”
"Something else?" Yan Zhiyu hooked his lips and smiled evilly, as if he wanted to crook something, "What else are you talking about?" ”
After hearing this, Shen Sangsang looked at him blankly and said, "I mean, can't you bite my hand?" ”
Yan Zhiyu was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then laughed, which made Shen Sangsang feel very inexplicable.
Isn't it funny what you said? Not either?
Yan Zhiyu smiled, in fact, he was laughing at himself, it turned out that only he wanted to be crooked.
"There's really no reason." Yan Zhiyu leaned forward with a smile, kissed her gently, and then raised his eyebrows and said, "I just want to take advantage of you." ”
"Hmm......" The flush on Shen Sangsang's face deepened, his hands tightly grasped the corners of his clothes, he quickly stood up, turned around, turned his back to Yan Zhiyu, and began to try to change the topic.
She deliberately looked around and said, "You say, do we want to leave now?" ”
Yan Zhiyu stood up with a smile, patted the dust on his body, walked to her side, and stood side by side with her: "That's how you changed the topic?" ”
"Oops!" Shen Sangsang blushed and reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and then said as he continued to walk, "Hurry up!" ”
At the moment when her hand touched her shoulder, blood suddenly flowed from the corner of Yan Zhiyu's lips.
He quickly reached out and wiped it clean with his sleeve, not wanting her to see it.
Just now in the Fantasy Realm, he forcibly summoned his true body, you know, the death power of the Shura Emperor and the dragon bloodline he was born with are mutually reinforcing, there is no commonality, forcibly summoning the true body can only make himself suffer from the power of death. Although his body now seems to be safe and sound, in fact, all the internal organs have been affected by the power of death, and he doesn't know when other reactions will occur.
He looked at Shen Sangsang, who was jumping around in front of him and was fine, smiled lightly, and followed as if he was fine.
He thought, it's better not to tell her about this now, since this power of death can exist in the ghost, then the opposite power of the Holy Spirit should also appear in the ghost, right? At that point, these injuries may be allowed to heal.
Leng Chun and his party, who were originally trapped in the Primeval Illusion, successfully escaped because Yan Zhiyu broke the Primordial Realm, and at this time they were watching the two not far behind the two.
Looking at the two people in front of him for a long time, Leng Chun also thought for a long time, and finally tilted his head slightly, and coldly commanded the group of killers behind him: "No one can say everything that I just saw." Even if it is rotten, it will rot in the stomach. Do you understand? ”
The group of killers behind him immediately clenched their fists and replied, "Yes!" ”
After listening to this, Leng Chun continued to look at the figures of the two people who had disappeared in front of him, and led them slowly forward.
After walking for many days in a row, the two of them also encountered many strange mysterious beasts on the way, basically thousands of years of mysterious beasts, and now, the two of them encountered basically this level of mysterious beasts on the road, which shows that the two of them are getting closer and closer to Ghost City.
But things are often not so simple, and they ushered in the polar night.
Looking at the few stars hanging here and there in the sky, the two of them couldn't figure out how many days it had been since they came to the ghost, and everything around them seemed to have lost the ability to calculate time.
The endless darkness of the night has caused a great sense of oppression to people's hearts, and the sense of panic brought to people is no less than encountering an ancient beast.
Coupled with the fact that darkness had shrouded the ghosts for so long, some of these spirits began to haunt frequently.
"What are you pulling me for?" Shen Sangsang suddenly turned his head and asked Yan Zhiyu next to him. She had already felt that someone was pulling the corners of her clothes many times, but every time she looked back, she saw Yan Zhiyu's clothes indifferently, and she thought that she was thinking too much about it, and she didn't care too much, but now she really felt it.
Yan Zhiyu heard her words, smiled lightly, then reached out and grabbed it back, withdrew his hand again, and when he put his hand in front of Shen Sangsang, a hideous-looking and short-stated spirit appeared in his hand, and he was also struggling at this time, trying to get out of Yan Zhiyu's control.
Shen Sangsang was startled, took a step back, looked at the strange spirit in front of him, and frowned slightly: "What kind of spirit is this?" ”
"Potato essence." Yan Zhiyu replied casually, and then threw the potato essence in his hand out of the distance.
"Then why does he keep following me?" Shen Sangsang glanced back at the little thing that was thrown to the ground by Yan Zhiyu and was frightened and was drilling into the ground, and asked.
"You have the breath of a dryad in your body, and they can be regarded as a branch of the demon world, so after seeing the demon, I was very excited and wanted to ...... Eat you. Yan Zhiyu replied with a smile.
"Ate me?" Shen Sangsang looked back in disbelief at the potato essence that had been half buried in the soil, "It's such a small thing and you still want to eat me?" ”
Yan Zhiyu replied, "Yes, you are a sweet spot for them now. Now it's just a small potato essence, but I really don't know what will happen next. So, you'd better hold on to me. ”
After speaking, he sent his arm to Shen Sangsang, and Shen Sangsang directly reached out and grabbed it as expected.
Looks like she's quite timid!
Yan Zhiyu laughed to himself.
In fact, this potato essence didn't want to eat her, but because he was attracted by the dryad aura in her body, he naturally wanted to come to worship.
After walking for a while, some of the little elves around began to emerge in an endless stream, pulling the corners of her clothes for a while, and pulling her sleeves for a while, Shen Sangsang was really a little impatient, and hid behind Yan Zhiyu one by one.