"It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, and they all seem to be paid with broken wells and decaying walls, and the beautiful scenery of the good day is the day, whose courtyard is the pleasure?"

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Under a round of cold moon, a student who went to Beijing to take the exam hurried overnight, with a book on his back and a rain cloth on his head, swaying.

A bamboo leaf filled with moonlight sprinkled and fell, illuminating the appearance of this student.

The body is slightly thin, the appearance is ordinary, and the hair is draped down, but between the hair, the eyes of the blood plum are occasionally revealed.

The students hurried all night without raising their heads, and walked forward in the dim and somewhat gloomy moonlight.

Suddenly, a stage came from the bamboo forest and quietly reflected in the eyes of the students.

The big red curtain, the gongs and drums are tied to the tiger ring, the tiger eyes are white, the woodcarved yang body is painted with vermilion lacquer and gilded couplets, and on the stage, there is a heavy makeup and delicate Hua Dan.

"Childe, the mountains are high and the road is far away, the wind is strong and cold, why don't you stay with me for a night, drive away the cold on your body, and wait for tomorrow?"

The woman's voice is clear, like a kitten scratching her heart, like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and one by one falling into the heart of the child.

Son?

Listening to this as if it was the next day, some familiar, some unfamiliar names, the student's subconscious intuition was wrong, but a sense of peace of mind was born in his heart for no reason.

The students subconsciously raised their steps and stepped onto the stage step by step.

Hua Dan smiles like flowers, making the flowers wither and fade, and the delicate little face is as tender as water.

At this time, it is autumn and spring, looking at the students with affection.

However, between Hua Dan's smooth neck, there is a large protruding Adam's apple.

Wrong!

The student woke up suddenly, drenched in cold sweat, and struggled to recall where he was from and how old he was.

Going to Beijing to catch the exam?

Why is this memory forced into my mind so abrupt, like someone else's memory?

Capital?

My homeland, where is there a capital, only the royal capital!

Royal capital!

The light in the student's eyes flashed, like lightning in a pitch-black dome, splitting him as if chaos had reopened, and countless memories rolled in.

I'm Sikong!

Xuangu Immortal Cultivator Civilization!

I want revenge!

Sikong Storm then retreated, and the weak, powerless body was suddenly filled with a powerful force like a big wave crashing on the shore, and a strand of instinctive memory was more integrated into the cells and muscles.

Sikong had no pity for the jade, and tore off the book on his back, and the hundred explosions boxing technique returned to the basics, penetrating into the huge force, turning the book into a cannonball, and smashing it towards Hua Dan.

Yin and Yang are weird, let's kill first!

Sikong retreated under the stage and looked up.

I saw that the book was not close to Hua Dan, and suddenly turned into wisps of green smoke, went away with the wind, and floated towards the cold moon.

And on the stage, the mutation is abrupt!

Hua Dan was wearing a long ragged plain pleats, her face was already hideous, and she was bleeding and crying, and she was no longer delicate.

It is no longer about the emperor's generals and the beautiful scenery of the good day, but the negative man and asking for his life.

The orchid's fingers were cocked, and a few wriggling maggots fell, and the white and miserable color was just caught by the tiger eyes on the gongs and drums.

Suddenly, the gongs and drums seemed to come to life.

"Take the eyes that have been in my eyes, and put them in front of my window. Peel off the skin you once caressed me, weave it into my clothes, your bones, your heart, become my princess bed, my afternoon dessert, it will become every inch of my body......"

Hua Dan, whose flesh and blood are rotting, is doing broken steps, reciting modern poems strangely on the stage, and every word is full of gloom and horror.

Looking at the terrifying and gloomy female ghost on the stage, Sikong's face was extremely solemn.

I was clearly still practicing in the house, how could I suddenly appear here?!

Teleport?

But hundreds of miles away, there are many policemen who are strictly guarded, and the space of this hundred miles is locked, and no one can teleport.

Drowsiness?

Sikong's pupils shrank, and he thought of the strange sleepiness.

Could it be that I am in a dream?

Eyes of Origin!

The piece of blood plum in Sikong's eyes slowly rotated, and then, a piece of information appeared from the entire world.

The dreamer's space, with dreams as the boundary, transcends reality, dreams are shattered, and a thought comes true

Compendium of Origins: Spiritual Origins

Simulation level: low

Origin Derivation: Changing the world

Note: Four-dimensional soul projection at a distance

Four-dimensional!

Damn, it's the corpse-crushing murderer!

Sikong's face changed drastically, his mind turned a thousand times, and he secretly hated it in his heart.

Thousands of calculations, but I didn't count this stubble!

The murderer of this serial corpse mutilation case is a pervert, or rather, a psychopath.

A psychopath has a big brain, and you talk to a psychopath about the rules?

The time of the crime is between seven days and a month?

Ridiculous!

The police station's conclusive information actually subconsciously formed a discourse guidance, which made Sikong form a mindset.

This is really the style of public case handling!

Sikong did not hesitate, quickly plunged into the bamboo forest, and fled into the distance.

Unprepared, he was like an ant in front of the Four Repairers, and according to the origin information, even if it was just a dream, the dream would be shattered.

Once you die in a dream, you are really dead!

And Hua Dan on the stage finally finished reading the modern poem, dark and dark, and occasionally a maggot crawled in her empty eyes.

The corners of Hua Dan's rotten mouth rose, as if she was chuckling, and suddenly disappeared in place.

Sikong went away at great speed, the wind hit his face, and the mountains were left behind him.

However, the mountains stretch and are endless.

It was as if he had encountered a ghost hitting a wall, and he returned to the original point again and again.

"Shrinking into inches? Or is it just a stone's throw away? ”

Thinking back to his homeland, those immortal methods that only exist in legends, Sikong was secretly anxious in his heart.

"Childe, why are you running away in such a panic, but you dislike the appearance of the slave family?"

Hua Dan didn't know when he appeared next to Sikong, and the hideous face full of maggots came to Sikong's eyes.

To communicate with a mentally ill person, you have to follow his routine.

Sikong swallowed his saliva, saw that Hua Dan looked like neither a man nor a woman, and made a simple salute: "Where is the girl, it's just a black light, a lonely man and a widow, Xiaosheng is afraid that the girl will be abrupt and the girl's reputation will be damaged." ”

Hua Dan chuckled, covering her lips with her fingers that only had a skeleton left, and the flower branches trembled, shaking off maggots all over the ground.

"Where is Childe, where is this world, where is home? It's better to ask for the ethereal career of the child, as the little girl leaves, the two of them are tied to each other, why not be more happy than the fairy? ”

Hearing this, Sikong wet his back with sweat, and reluctantly smiled: "Thank you girl, I still have an old mother at home, looking forward to my return day and night, I'm afraid this jade will be difficult to complete......"

Hua Dan's face instantly became gloomy, and the two bloody tears were even worse, just for a moment, a shallow pool of blood formed at Sikong's feet.

The souls of injustice arose, the yin wind roared angrily, and from time to time there were Yin soldiers crawling out of the pool of blood, leaving only half of their bodies and grabbing Sikong.

"So, the son is disgusted with the slave family and reluctant to have a mother at home?"

"No, no, no......"

Sikong explained one after another, and he wanted to jump out of the pool of blood that was getting deeper and deeper.

"In this case, the slave family can only take out the child's eyes, peel off the child's skin, and let the son accompany the slave family day and night......"

Hua Dan smiled sadly, and walked towards Sikong step by step.

Seeing that the routine was ineffective, Sikong simply overturned the situation and scolded with hatred: "You are insane! No man, no woman, weird! I was not satisfied with killing ninety-nine, and I was actually bullied to my head! ”

Hua Dan's movements froze, her empty eyes stared straight at Sikong, and suddenly, Hua Dan laughed suspiciously, piercing and confused, almost shattering Sikong's eardrums!

"In that case, let you be buried under the stars!"

Hua Dan suddenly floated up and went towards the cold moon in the sky.

Then, Hua Dan swallowed the universe angrily, holding up the sky with one hand, and with the other hand, the palm pattern gave birth to the luster of the avenue, and the heaven-grabbing machine changed, and it actually stretched directly into the sea of stars.

The sky, dotted with stars, is like a sea, but Hua Dan directly plucked a shining star and held it in her hand.

Her hand, like a universe, gave birth to boundless space, allowing the stars to rise and fall in her hands, and then threw the stars in her hands to the sky.

Such as rain.

And then there were ninety-nine stars!

"Pick the stars and take the moon? Mustard seeds? How is it possible, what an immortal means this is! ”