The Dacheng Golden Immortals at the top of the Three Flowers were all buried in the forbidden land, and Behemoth was not sure that he would be able to retreat with the girl in the forbidden land.

That's a dangerous place.

But Yan Wan's tone was too resolute, and he was not sure that his dissuasion would make her stop this dangerous thought.

He knew that this might make his beloved resent him, and it would make the relationship that had just eased stiff again.

But in the end, he chose to tell Mrs. Xiang all this.

But after thinking about it, anxiety made it impossible for him to sit still, and even though he knew that it was the time when the girl's anger was at its highest, he finally decided to visit.

Unexpectedly, at the first moment of entering the room through the window, what I saw was not the girl's angry face, but her tearful and aggrieved red eyes.

"What's wrong with your feet?"

"It's none of your business."

Yan Wan knew that it was strange for her to make a non-angry appearance, and the proper expression of her angry attitude could make him relax his vigilance.

Her cheeks puffed out, her eyes, soaked in pain, not yet dry and flushed.

She turned her head sharply, turned her back and snorted in annoyance.

“…… Would you like to show me? Behemoth asked in a pleading tone, as if it was not she who had been hurt, but him.

The low posture makes people stunned.

It's like a big dog curled up at the feet of his master after doing something wrong, wailing and admitting his mistake.

But Yan Wan knew that his essence was still that bat, wild and untamable, after all, he was a beast that would fight back and could not be controlled.

"What's your business?" Her tone was as cold as a winter wind.

"I don't bother to settle accounts with you when you climbed in through the window, so get out quickly."

Having said that, the girl quietly let go of the hand covering her feet, and the delicate skin was swollen, and the blood was piled up.

Her kick was strong enough, and she almost broke her own bones.

As if she had come to open a dye shop, the blue and purple horror seemed to be inadvertent, and she slowly stretched her toes so that Behemoth could see the terrible injury.

Sure enough, the bitter meat ploy worked.

“……”

The person standing behind the girl was silent for a while, but did not move, but stood still like a stone and refused to leave.

Yan Wan continued to open his mouth to catch up with Behemoth, and his tone was full of resentment.

"I'm annoyed when I see you, I don't want to see you now, hurry up, don't make what I say more ugly."

Behemoth lost her memories of the past, and was instilled with memories of the illusion and accepted it well, and because the marriage contract was a catalyst for her feelings.

Even if all this is illusory, just an illusion, his feelings at the moment are strong and real.

Yan Wan felt that he would not leave, because he was very concerned about her injury, and snorted again without fear.

And it can be seen from the fact that he came to the door when she was most angry that he came to the door to show sincerity and admit his mistake.

How could it be so easy to leave because of these three words.

But after a long silence, the young man's hoarse voice shook like a cicada's wings.

"I'm sorry."

Behemoth felt a heat in his eyes, an emotion he hadn't had since he had spent his childhood thousands of years ago, even when he was bullied by his brothers.

Because of the discrimination of mixed race, he could not get the respect and recognition that matched his strength, and he never did.

I once thought that this heart was as stable as Mount Tai, and no one could flatten it.

But the despair overwhelmed him, and then began to overflow, and the mountain of sand and gravel soaked in water began to disintegrate.

He messed everything up again.

He shouldn't have come to the door at this moment, he overestimated his own capacity, overestimated the strength of the relationship he had just established with her.

Behemoth was a little reluctant to support his body, he held his forehead with a faint pain, and his hand was firmly propped up on several cases.

Between breaths, white breath comes out of the mouth and nose. Like a fog rising in the morning, it haunted him dimly.

Everything in front of him began to distort, and he heard a voice that didn't belong to him telling something.

"What's wrong with you?"

Everything that was normal turned out to be bizarre, like a dream, and it was all so unreal.

The figure of the girl in front of him suddenly began to flicker illusory, and her lips seemed to say something, but he couldn't hear it.

Through it all, he saw a strange and familiar altar, and he remembered something, but in the next moment he forgot it.

Stretching out a hand like a withered branch to hold on, grasping hard at everything you can grasp.

Under the fingertips is a soft pulse, like a rushing river, with life flowing endlessly.

Do you want to cut off the river?

The red eyeballs were empty, but in a watery color, they finally condensed a little focus.

In the next moment, he saw everything clearly, as if he saw an evil ghost, let go of his hand in a panic, jumped to the window without looking back, and flew out of the window.

"Ahem, cough, cough, ......"

Yan Wan covered her throat and coughed heartbreakingly, and the suffocation and severe pain of her throat that was almost crushed still bound her.

The retching slowed down for a long time before she could barely breathe.

Her face was embarrassed, full of tears, and her wrinkled, sun-dried face was bitter.

She breathed heavily, thinking back to Behemoth's sudden madness.

He looks a lot like he has a boiling period caused by violent mood swings.

After all, although his father was a strange guy with a dragon head and a human body, he was a normal devil clan.

He also closed his memory because of this illusion, and under the mood fluctuations, because of the interference with his mental illusion, it was normal for the boiling period to be more intense.

Yan Wan speculated rationally, but emotionally he was furious and wanted to kill this bastard on the spot.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, she thought with resentment, she had written down this hatred.

After this incident, Yan Wan no longer pinned his hopes on Behemoth.

Keeping a boiling devil clan by your side is simply suicidal.

Although he would not die in the Phantom Realm, Yan Wan didn't want to leave this environment so quickly.

She still has a lot to figure out.

She finally gritted her teeth and decided to go to the forbidden land by herself.

After being locked up for a few days, she behaved well and was very sincere in admitting her mistakes, but Mrs. Xiang was not so easy to fool. After a few more days of observation.

Yan Wan was finally released.

She didn't rush out to go out to the forbidden land, but went to the library in the clan.

She looked at a lot of relevant information, and finally she found out that there was a ghost market on July 7th, and it was a very large and prosperous ghost market.

At that time, all ghosts will gather, goblins and demons will parade, rare ghost monasteries will appear like cabbage, and rare and precious treasures will appear on the stalls in the corners and sell them at low prices.

But Yan Wan didn't go to pick up the leaks.