If there is no spiritual power, it guides him in the direction of progress.

The power of the Sentinels and the Guide is unique. But now that he smells the exact same breath as himself, Ji Yanxiao only feels pungent and unpleasant, and even his eyes hurt badly, as if he was constantly being stabbed by something small and dense.

The cramped basement has no electric lights or windows, and except for a bed, it is surrounded by a damp and rotten atmosphere. The basement without light brings only endless loneliness and fear, like a cage that imprisons living beings.

Ji Yanxiao saw An Yang barefoot, his body curled up against the corner of the edge.

At that moment, his heart was like a field that had experienced a scorching heat, cracked. The deep cracked ravines cut away the mud on the surface, revealing the dark color that hurt inside.

The feelings he wanted to hide before coming, trying to hide forever, burst out and reddened his eyes.

"Weiwei, my brother is here to take you home......"

The man huddled in the corner, as if frightened by the words, his body trembled visibly violently.

"Don't come here! Please, I didn't want to run away, I didn't ......"

Ji Yanxiao's heart fell into the invincible ice cave in an instant, "Only the only thing is my ......"

He wanted to take a step forward, and a small purple flower flew out of thin air under his feet.

The sudden cold snap eroded the exposed skin, and the elegant laughter kicked off the first meeting between the two people.

"I can touch you......"

The cold hand slapped Ji Yanxiao's shoulder, and the sudden action forced Ji Yanxiao to take two steps back.

In the dark space, An Yang's body was still trembling, and he was stared at by someone who appeared inexplicably, and his pupils constricted violently.

A completely different face, and he couldn't even find a shadow on it that was half similar to his own.

And at this moment, this person's clear facial features and the touch just now made him suddenly realize that the situation seemed to be more serious than he expected.

Ji Yanxiao shifted his gaze in disbelief, and when his gaze fell on An Yang's side, the biting chill made him almost cry out without an image.

Not far from An Yang's side, a creature the size of a fist collapsed and flipped its belly. The hair on his body looked as if he had been hit by a shower.

But Ji Yanxiao clearly remembered that before this, Anyang's spiritual body was already half a meter in size, but now, ......

"You, ruined her ......"

Unconsciously tightened the strength in his hand, Ji Yanxiao couldn't tell whether he was more angry or distressed when he said this.

This absurd day made him unable to face himself. But now, he wants to start over, only to find that the reality is often more cruel.

"Is this ruined?" The person in front of him responded casually, and he adjusted it as a matter of course, without remorse or apology, "I just want more." ”

"But aren't you suppressing her both mentally and physically? I'm not much compared to you," the thin lip flap drew a cold arc.

Endless anger and despair spread throughout the body in an instant.

"Bastard!" The moment the angry voice blurted out, Ji Yanxiao tensed his muscles and smashed his fist at the person who was close at hand.

"Ah, don't be so angry," the man took a fluttering step back, easily dodging his fist, "if you still want her to live." ”