Smoke the cigarette, put down the butcher knife, and I'll let you live. ”

I turned the skate blade in my palm into a puddle of water and tried to persuade her to let go of her obsession.

Unexpectedly, a sharp blade suddenly hit the back of my waist, so that I did not dare to move at all.

I turned my head sideways and glanced at the person behind me.

"Yunchen!" I exclaimed, even though I had a premonition that there was some kind of opportunity between him and Hu Yan. But when he floated behind me like a ghost, it still surprised me.

"It's me. Yun Chen's voice was hoarse, and the sutures at his Adam's apple closed one by one as the Adam's apple rolled, as if it might be broken at any time.

At the same time, Hu Yan hooked the cobwebs with one finger and shook them proudly in front of my eyes, "I didn't expect it, did you? When you trespassed into the Northern Liyue Dream Realm in the Beili Palace, I secretly took away the cobwebs from his eyes, and I was able to easily enter your dream." ”

I said that Hu Yan had no connection with the illusion world, and his qualifications were mediocre, so he could not learn the art of dream-making anyway.

Yun Chen smiled evilly, "In Beili, the annoying flies of the Donglin King frequently haunt you, and I can't find a chance to attack you." It just so happened that through dreams, I was able to get your tender body. ”

He described my body as fresh and tender, as if he saw me as a meal on a plate, and this strange feeling made me even more uncomfortable.

"Lord Demon God, please make sure she doesn't die well!" A trace of madness burned in Hu Yan's eyes, and her black hair fell out all over her head, and in an instant, she became an out-and-out bald scoop.

Yun Chen grabbed my neck with one hand, and suddenly struck at the smoke with the other.

"Lord Demon God, what are you doing!" The cigarette was picked up by Yun Chen, and his legs fluttered vigorously, but to no avail.

"Gu Feiyan, you have no use value. Yun Chen's broken voice was intermittent, and the Yin Owl's eyes were full of greed.

He took a breath of cool air, facing Yun Chen's surprise attack, there was no room for parry.

"Ahh

With an exclamation, Yun Chen's sharp teeth had already bitten off the neck of the smoke.

He absorbed the meager immortal qi on the cigarette, and he was as sweet as food.

Hu Yan's body shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and by the time Yun Chen threw her to the side, her body was already covered with folds, like an old woman who was about to die, shriveled to the extreme.

Yun Chen let out a low groan, his throat squirmed sharply, and his shattered body had been greatly improved by the immortal qi of the smoke.

This dream was originally a dream of smoke.

Now, when the smoke dies, the dream will collapse with it, until all that is left around is endless darkness.

Taking advantage of Yun Chen's unpreparedness, I escaped from his unfettered palm like a fish, and flew to the dark gap in the sky with lightning speed.

"Where are you going?" Yun Chen came back to his senses and tugged at my ankle.

I wanted to call him a big brother to bring back his long-lost conscience. But when he thought that he could kill Chang'e and his own flesh and blood, he no longer had any hope for him.

"Fantasy!" I often dream, but I rarely dream myself.

Right now, in order to have a glimmer of life, I don't hesitate to spend a lot of divine power, conjuring up thousands of "mes" in one go, filling this dream realm.

Yun Chen was able to stabilize his position at first, grabbing my ankle and not letting go.

As more and more "I" emerged in front of him, he finally took a dazzle.

When his wrist slackened slightly, I slashed his wrist with the Xuanyuan sword, and waited for an opportunity to fly towards the widening gap in the canopy.

Behind him, Yun Chen's roar was mixed with the chatter of countless "I" in his ears, completely overturning the already small dream.

When I drilled out of the gap, Yunchen's demonic aura was like a stormy wave, sweeping through the stormy dream.

"You can't escape!" Yun Chen tore apart thousands of my phantoms with one hand, and flew towards the gap at a rapid speed.

"If you don't repent, you deserve to be trapped in a dream!" I held the Xuanyuan Sword in my hand, and a sword sealed the dream gap.

The fog of dreams cleared, and I finally returned to the field of spiritual flowers.

Squatting on the ground, Feng Yu, who held his head in his hands, saw me return safely, and his face finally showed some joy, "Shaoxia, woo woo..."

The joy of the rest of my life after the catastrophe has given me a little more patience with the timid mouse-like seal.

I patted him on the head and comforted, "Don't cry, I'm fine." ”

Feng Yuse shrank his head, hid his body behind me, and quietly pointed to the shriveled smoke at the dirt pit and said, "She is like a flower suffering from frost, withering in an instant, it's really scary!"

I followed the direction of his finger and looked at the dead smoke in the pit, without the slightest resentment.

Picking up the bea-green veil on the ground, I put it back on the door of the cigarette head, and then closed her empty eyes with one hand.

Feng Yu asked curiously, "Shaoxia, she still wants to harm you, why don't you hate her at all?"

"She has been with Brother Mo for hundreds of years, and I owe her gratitude. People's hearts are cold, but true love is not cold. ”

I buried her in the pit completely, and suddenly remembered what Yunchen said, and became a little more curious about her background.

Yun Chen called her "Gu Yanyan", if it wasn't a slip of the tongue, it would mean that both Yan Yan and Zhirou were surnamed Gu.

Gu Feiyan, Gu Zhirou...

In his mind, the black box said sullenly, "Host, on the Void Continent, there are not many people with the surname Gu. You say, Gu Feiyan, does Gu Zhirou have anything to do with Gu Huan?"

In this way, it is worth delving.

Gu Huan is the son of the Emperor of Heaven and Qinnu, and he should have the surname Rong, why did he take the surname "Gu" alone?

I didn't take this to heart before, and it was a coincidence.

Now that I think about it, it should be carefully arranged by someone with a heart.

"Shaoxia, when you are stunned, your face is like a peach blossom, your cheeks are red and your lips are fragrant, just like Langyuan Jiao'e, beautiful!" Feng Yu squatted beside me, suppressing his crow-like dry voice, talking endlessly.

"Shut up!" I came back to my senses, snatched the map from his hand, and carefully studied the exit from Ghost City.

After watching it for a long time, I still couldn't find the slightest wayway, and I collapsed in the spirit flower field quite dejectedly, while pulling the roots, stems and leaves on the body of the ghost in the flower field, and said to myself, "If Rong Ji can appear in front of me at this moment, I will reluctantly marry him." ”

"Is that true?"

I thought it was Feng Yu asking me, and when the word "true" was about to burst out, I suddenly came back to my senses. Feng Yu's voice can't produce such a mellow and full syllable from the cliff.

"Tolerance!" I struck up from the field of flowers, and patted his handsome cheek with delight, one louder than the other.

"Are you hurt?" Rong Ji looked me from head to toe, still not reassured.

"Not really. I pinched his face, and my heart finally calmed down.

It seems that as soon as he shows up, I don't worry about my situation anymore.

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Today's Question:

Who is Gu Feiyan's favorite person?