I turned my head sideways to look at Xiao Zhuo, who exuded fairy aura like a fairy, and occasionally shook my head. Because of the surge in spiritual power, my sense of smell became extremely acute.

The aura on his body was not very similar to that of the Illusion Clan. It is more reasonable to say that in addition to the aura, there is also the immortal aura!However, now is not the time to dwell on this kind of problem, I pulled him behind me, "You stand back, just have me here." ”

Xiao Zhuo insisted on refusing, "No, sister! Xiao Zhuo wants to fight side by side with you!"

His silver hair danced wildly in the wind, and the fairy aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

Naturally, I was reluctant to put my brother, who I had finally recognized, into danger and used the rain calling technique to separate me from him for some distance.

Sharp ice cubes are like arrows on the string, and they are about to explode at a moment's notice.

Xiao Zhuo couldn't do it, so he had to stand behind me, the silver cobwebs were darkly knotted, just in case he needed it.

Qingmo lay on the ground, listening to the movement underground, "One hundred meters." ”

"Fifty meters!"

"Thirty meters!"

"It's coming!"

In an instant, dark clouds surged, and black winds howled. The black head of the snake gnawed frantically at the edge of the barrier, and the snake hyacinth hissed.

As I indicated, as soon as he touched the head of the snake, he flew to the side. Without the constellation blocking, the black python was like a bamboo, plunging into the enchantment, breaking a hole in the light blue enchantment from top to bottom.

The black gas poured in from outside the barrier, and I stood inside the barrier, pulling and loosening, easily trapping the black python in the cobweb. I dodged through the tiny crevices in the cobwebs and walked towards the dying black python.

"Hehe, I didn't think you would have today. I laughed playfully and stomped on the snake's head, making him unable to move.

He finally took on a human form, but his face was still masked.

"You bedbug who lives forever in the shadows, don't you even have the courage to take off your mask to show it!" I leaned down and pinched his chin, staring through his mask into his eyes.

It's a pair of emotionless, murderous eyes, dark and evil.

"You want to kill me?" I saw the killing intent in his eyes, and I also saw the overwhelming anger.

"No, I don't want to kill you. The ghost's hoarse voice sounded, even in a difficult situation, it was still in danger.

"I will not kill you, I will see with my own eyes that you slowly become ruthless, cold, and like me, living forever in darkness, taking pleasure in the pain of others. The ghost smiled grimly, his eyes like a poisoned dagger, and stared at me viciously.

A chill ran down my spine, what kind of environment was it that gave rise to the monstrous hatred of ghosts?

Driven by intense curiosity, I reached out and removed the mask of ghostly sorrow.

What walked into his eyes was his clean and delicate left face, not big or small eyes, a slightly wide but not low nose, and moderately thick lips, not handsome, but still better than ordinary men.

But when I twisted his chin, the scar on the right side of his face came into view.

From the forehead to the chin, except for the eyes, there is no intact place.

I withdrew my hand, as if only a devil could conjure such a face.

Half beautiful, half evil.

"Tell me your story!" I put my arms around his neck and lit a fire on the spot, setting him on the grill.

He reclaimed the mask in a panic and put it back on, his eyes dodging like a frightened fawn. I looked at him and concluded that he must have suffered a lot.

He doesn't deserve sympathy, though.

"I'm not going to tell me what happened to you?" I sat on the sidelines, adding firewood to the fire.

He stared at me gloomily, biting his tongue and killing himself, his eyes fixed on the most gloomy moment.

I was slightly stunned, is it another trick for the golden cicada to get out of its shell! The ghost is very good at escaping.

I turned back into a black python on the grill and burned his snake skin with a sizzling sound. He was about to lower his mouth and taste this great hidden danger that had plagued the Six Realms for a long time, but when he looked at his lifeless eyes, he instantly lost his appetite.

I lit a fire, and burned my dreams to ashes.

Out of the dream, the vitality is slightly lost.

Xiao Zhuo stepped forward and held me up, but I accidentally fell into his silver cobwebs and fell into a dream again.

"Xiao Zhuo, are you there?" I whispered to Xiao Zhuo, but no one answered.

The echo of myself lingers in my ears.

It seems that this is an empty valley. Because only at the bottom of the valley can the echo go on and on for a long time.

Since Xiao Zhuo is not here, I can only find a way to get out by myself.

This dream is very strange. In the dream, butterflies have broken wings, larks have broken feathers, and even the slanting sun on the canopy is missing.

Xiao Zhuo Tian is light and gentle, and he must not create such a strange dream. So, whose dream am I into?

Looking up and down the illusion, there is only Xiao Zhuo who is above me in dream-making. Whoever is under me in dream-making should be incapable of manipulating me in dreams. Could it be that there are people who can dream outside the illusion?

Just when I was puzzled, the thin teenager who had been ravaged by dozens of men last time reappeared.

This time, he fell to his knees, as miserable as the last time. The difference is that this time the people who bullied him were replaced by dozens of women.

"Dog mongrel, shame on you!"

"At a young age, he learned to steal and chop off his hands!"

"Chop off his feet first, lest he flee again!"

......

Although it was very strange to meet him at this time, I could not see death without help. He was so desperate, humbled to the dust. Kneeling on the ground, he kept kowtowing to those arrogant women, and he didn't know that his head was bleeding.

Looking at his appearance, he should be more immature than Xiao Zhuo, but he has to endure such inhuman torture.

I couldn't hold back any longer, so I rushed forward, grabbed the whip from the women's hands, and whipped them at them. The moment the whip touched their bodies, they were reduced to dust along with the whip in my hand, and there was no trace of it.

I turned around and held out my hand to the boy, "What's your name?" ”

"Ugly. He hunched back, blood dripping from his forehead.

I crouched down and carefully wiped the blood from his forehead, soothing him, "You're not ugly. ”

He was so afraid of my touch that he stepped back and shook his head like a drum, "They all call me ugly, they call me a mongrel." ”

I handed him the handkerchief and held his hand firmly, "Listen." I don't know why I'm in your dreams, but now that I'm here, I'm not going to let you go. You have to remember that you're not a mongrel, and you're not ugly at all!"

He looked up at me blankly, "Is this a dream?"

I bowed my head, "Whether it's a dream or a reality, you have to pull yourself together." ”

I lifted him up and tied up his loose hair, "From now on, your name will be Ah Nuan." I hope you'll never be blinded by darkness. They bully you and insult you, and you can repay them, but don't be full of hatred for the world. ”

"Good. The boy bowed his head.

I was thinking about how to get him out of his dreams, but he turned into dust and disappeared without a trace, just like the women who had bullied him.

"Ah Nuan?"

My eyes went dark, and my dreams collapsed. But the terrible thing is that after the dream collapsed, I still couldn't get out, so I could only grope in the dark.