The animal's slap fell and hit Lulu in the face.

After slapping one slap after another, listening to the crisp slap sound, Honanstine's heart began to contract, his brain was severely white, and he was trying to figure out how to get out!

This scene had already forced Jonanstine to collapse, and he couldn't stand the tearing cry of Tya Lulu.

He couldn't stand it anymore!

……

At first, Lulu just unconsciously hugged herself, but then her expression became more and more painful.

"It's amazing, it's amazing."

Shambhala's emotionless applause followed.

Jonansteen's net cracked because the people who compiled it couldn't bear the negativity it bringed.

"She attacked herself."

Just when Shambhala thought that Honanstine's net was suddenly messing up, Tya Lulu's stiff body began to move consciously.

She is like a person who is free from reality and dreams, trying her best to break free from the chrysalis of dreams.

High-speed water flashed in Lululu's hand, and the flowing water slashed at her arm like a knife, and in an instant, blood gushed out, and Lulu opened her eyes suddenly.

Pain makes people feel it, and pain makes people live.

She's awake!

……

At the last minute, Tya Lulu didn't give up fighting for her spiritual independence, and when the feeling of Honanstine was close to the bottom of her spiritual world, Tya Lulu decided to break the boat.

With her knowledge of spirit spells, she knew that even the extraordinarily gifted Hornendine would fall into a state of mental confusion if she interrupted Jonansteen's dream.

Lulu was bleeding profusely, and all her attention was controlled by the pain when it exploded, and she broke away from Honanstine's "net" and returned to her normal consciousness at that moment.

And in Honansteen's eyes, the time and space he was in suddenly receded rapidly as if he was being sucked by a sucker.

He receded from the twisted room in an instant, and retreated to the way into the house, and he continued to retreat rapidly, until at last there was a pale sight, as if he had fallen from the mouth of a well into a deep well, falling infinitely.

Extraordinary weightlessness, momentary arrest when bottoming out.

Leaving the gloomy hut of Hya Lulu, the feeling of heart twitching could not be subsided for a long time, and Honanstine continued to fall weightlessly in the deep well, and his heart beat irregularly.

After breaking through the physiological limit, Lulu soon felt the nausea that was difficult to hide, as if she had experienced something extremely irritating, she began to retch, and the terrifying memory in her heart that had been pressed suddenly magnified infinitely, and the fear reached a peak.

She was like a delicate instrument that had suddenly been upset by the inherent balance, and in an instant all the operations were thrown out of order.

……

"It's no wonder that Lulu is starting to get confused. Even Honanstine entered a period of irreversible mental confusion. ”

Compared to Lulu, who reacted violently in his body, Jonanstine was in a state where his brain was unconditionally white, and he had bottomed out in the deep well, and his spirit was still in the deep well.

"Then now it's up to which of them strikes first."

The situation was unpredictable for a while, watching the blood on Lulu's hands trickle down with the rain.

She is the second person to bleed heavily in this knockout round.

……

Excessive mental stimulation has always been a side effect that Honansteen has suffered silently, only this time it almost turned into mental trauma.

He barely dared to use Tya Lulu's weakness because it was too stinging.

Fortunately, the goddess of victory seemed to favor the sentimental youth, and when he came back to his senses, he saw Lulu in the rain on the other side with a hideous expression and vomiting.

The moment he woke up, the sound of rain was deafening, and Honanstine's whole body was cold, and his spirit was still stuck in the rain of the dream just now.

He really only needs to move his fingers to successfully eliminate his opponent and advance to the next challenger.

Jonanstin looked at Lulu who was curled up in a ball and vomiting due to nausea.

She is really the same as her in the spiritual world, and her thinness makes people feel pitiful.

……

"The net is here again, and it's clear that Jonanstine is winning."

Just when Shambhala was thinking about the dust settled.

The wind has changed again.

……

Jonanstine's net opened, and he knew that Lulu's excessive physiological reaction was to forcibly awaken the hidden memories, and that it was silent to sneak into the dream and then out of the dream, and it was a dereliction of duty on the part of the spirit mage to cause discomfort to the person who was infiltrated.

The rain was pouring down, and he was really afraid to go back to that spiritual world.

Yes, he deserves to win.

However, he did not have the courage to dive into the nightmare again, and once again delve into the spiritual world of others.

There is no courage at all.

Honansdin gasped, he recalled something bad.

He was always not brave enough, and he didn't grow up as a child or didn't.

Lulu felt her consciousness turn white in the nausea, and her fear seemed to be suppressed, and her spirit began to forcibly relax, and her consciousness was emptied.

Just as Lulu's condition was improving, Jonanstine raised her hand and gestured to Shambhala outside the court.

"I abstain."

When he raised his hand, Honanstin knew how tired and weak his hand was, and he would look so tired every time he succeeded in netting someone else.

The rain poured down, and the rain trickled down on this tired young man, trickling into his eyes.

For a moment, Jonan Stine thought that he had not yet come out of the spiritual world of Nya Lulu, because the real rain and the rain in his heart were actually so similar.

Because he was an unfortunate man, Honanstine could not fight the tragedy.

……

“… Heh, the situation on the field is unpredictable. ”

Tya Lulu's force field shield didn't break, and neither did Jonanstine's. It's just that Honanstin raised his hand to abstain.

"What a dark horse."

He watched as Jonanstin slowly walked back to the passage he had come out of after the gesture, his expression numb.

But what's interesting is that he has always maintained a steady net to trap the spirit of Sya Lulu.

"Arrange psychiatric treatment immediately, both are needed."

Because there is no way to know the content of the dream, Shambhala can only preliminarily judge the student's state from the most basic expressions.

Whether it's a retching Lulu or a gloomy Jonanstin, it's a fight to the death.

"He shouldn't be like that. He simply couldn't afford his talent. ”

Mireanna shook her head, it was the first time she had seen Jonanstine in this situation.

The talented Honendin couldn't control his talent.

Shambhala exploded inside, and it was an indisputable fact that Honanstine's mental state was no longer enough to sustain him for the next challenge, because his barren heart could not bear his vast talent.

……

Honan Stine was walking back into the hallway, that dim atmosphere was always reminding him of the time he had just had, and after that cold feeling, the voice of Dia Lulu appeared in his ears for a moment, Honanstin took a deep breath and secretly reassured himself that he was in reality now.

He had to distinguish between dreams and reality.

When she woke up, she had been treated, her wounds had scabbed, and Shambhala told her with a blank face that she had won.

Tya Lulu stared at Master Shambhala for a long time, and although she couldn't remember anything after her brain turned white, Shambhala never lied.

Tya Lulu looked back and nodded.

……

"Tya Lulu doesn't remember anything yesterday, and she doesn't think there's anything wrong with it herself."

"Jonanstine cut out all the memories that caused her fear and discomfort, and cut her mind more accurately than the best war doctor."

Compared to Lulu, who was taken care of, Jonanstine's state plummeted, and he couldn't recover quickly from yesterday's dream, Shambhala said inside.

"No one can go in, it took us a lot of effort to blind such a tight lock, and now we have to fix the lock?"

Honanstine's mental fibers are thinner than ordinary people, and his nerve fibers are denser than ordinary people, and he is born to eat the bowl of rice of spiritual mages.

"Continue psychiatric healing."

Mireanna glanced at the dead young man.

The end of one dream is accompanied by the beginning of another.

……

Not only was Roman unable to sleep, but he also had trouble keeping his mind awake, and the cell growth agent began to work while he was in a blur.

At first, it was a burning sensation that accelerated the formation of scabs, Roman could tolerate a lot of pain, and he was naturally good at tolerating pain and hot melting.

But then there is the itching sensation of cell division and proliferation, which makes people uneasy to sit still as if they have been bitten by a bug.

After about five hours, Roman woke up sweaty, took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom, afraid that he would scratch the place if he touched the itchy and hot wound.

"Considering your wounds, you'd better not take a shower."

He hesitated just as Roman turned on the faucet, but soon the burning and itching sensation of the wound began to spread, and he couldn't help but scratch at the skin that had been removed.

Roman's sanity began to zero when he began to grasp his arm and grasp the skin, and of course he knew what it was like, a state in which he couldn't control himself.

The itching and heat brought his irritability to its peak, and Shambhala's words were quickly thrown off a cliff at the edge of his sanity.

The cold water flowed through the hot body, only calming Roman's hot body, and just when he thought everything was going to get better, his brain began to heat uncontrollably.

He thought of a man with fiery red hair and cat-eyed eyes.

He looked up at the cold water pouring down the sky, hoping that if his eyes were widened, he would not be able to see, and that if his mind did not want to, there would be no picture.

This is Roman's rare calm resistance. The sound of water in the bathroom was long, and the wound healing continued.

The person who thinks remains the same, Roman hammered the wall sullenly, and what he thought was the next work.

……

"Hopefully he can not be bothered by physiological reactions."

"After all, it's also youth."

Shambhala changed their faces at this moment, and they began to gloat over what had happened to Roman.

No normal man can be let go by a physiological reaction, they know it.

When hormone secretion accelerates, everything will get better.

"He didn't bother him at all, except that he didn't fight happily."

Mireanna looked at the screen Roman came out of the bathroom, the same genius, Roman's talent was ruled obediently, and Jonanstin was ruled instead.

"No, he's troubled. He couldn't sleep enough. ”

Seeing that his colleague pointed to the screen, Roman lay down, probably lying down again.

"He didn't, this situation, he didn't have to worry to sleep."

Mireanna insisted that she was quite stubborn and relied entirely on her personal sense of smell.

……