This suction appeared silently and unintentionally, even Luo Zhong, who emitted energy, did not find the slightest clue, and what is even more amazing is that this energy that appeared out of thin air seemed to have its own consciousness, and did not absorb too much energy from Yasi's meridians, but just sucked Yasi's temporarily excess and unneeded energy.

In the place where everyone can't notice, that is, in Wu Dong's charred-like body, a trace of red blood is constantly swimming along the cracks that cover the body, and in the place where these blood flows, it gradually forms an extremely complex special pattern, these graphics look like a messy tree root grass root on the surface, but if you look carefully, you can see that the end of these tree roots and grass roots is constantly extending, you know, the current Wu Dong, in the eyes of others, is an authentic corpse, over time, this originally extremely hard and strong body will gradually become stiffAnd if there are no accidents, it may gradually stink. But it was such a body that seemed to have no life, but something unexpected happened in it, those blood-colored veins like the roots of the tree that were constantly extending, and the veins themselves were the blood that Yass spurted out before.

As an intermediate martial artist, although Yasi is not a top martial artist, after all, he is also a strong man on one side, and his body and blood are naturally full of energy collected by martial artists, so the blood spewed out by Yasi is itself a special blood with energy, which is absorbed by Wu Dong when it touches his body, and forms a vein like the root of this blood tree.

An invisible aura seemed to be generating in Wu Dong's body. But this aura was so weak that no one else could feel it except for Yasi, who was in close contact with his body. Not even Uncle Zhong.

Besides, at this time, Yass seems to be having a very strange dream, everything in the dream is black and white, the sky is always gray, but it is rare to see the sun and the moon at the same time, one of them is on one side of the sky, the other is on the other side of the sky, the earth is undulating, and the trees are numerous. But there were no birds or beasts, and at the top of a high mountain, a looming figure appeared, which seemed to be sitting on a raised rock at the top of the mountain, and he was leaning back, his left leg on the stone in front of him, and his left hand seemed to be holding a gourd and pouring something into his mouth.

In this strange world, there is no sound. But she could feel the wind, and Yass looked down at the hem of her skirt and saw that it was dancing wildly in the wind, and her hair was dancing and fluttering. She stretched out her hand and looked at it, and saw that it looked like it was in the painting, and then she looked at the top of the hill in the distance, and saw that the man was facing away from her, still pouring something into his mouth......

"Who are you......?" Yass shouted loudly, he could hear his own voice, and even hear his own echo in the mountain stream, but the person was still deaf, Yass was curious to go forward to see who the person was, but there was no road in front of him to take a step, everything was like an ink painting, just when Yasz didn't know how to get down, suddenly, a strange road appeared in front of him out of thin air, this road is said to be a road, in fact, it is more like a blank road outlined by two black lines, this road is winding, constantly winding between the mountains, although it is more and more rugged, farther and farther, and farther and fartherIn the end, there is even a black line left, but in this world like ink painting, it is like a real road, and even when going up the mountain, there are steps like tadpoles arranged neatly.

Although Yasz asked loudly, the other party may not have heard him, or maybe he didn't intend to pay attention to him at all, but still sat there alone.

Yass took her own steps, very strange, although this picture-like world looked like a false world, but after stepping down, Yass clearly felt that this was a real road, and she could even feel the feeling of stepping on the stones on the road after she landed. So, under curiosity, Yasi began to walk forward step by step. And her figure is always getting smaller and farther after this world of ink painting.

As the saying goes, after a lot of time, Yasi began to be depressed, because although she could feel that she was constantly walking forward, the top of the mountain was still very far away from her. She wanted to stop and rest, but she couldn't resist the urging in her heart, the more she walked forward, the more curious she was about who the person who was drinking behind her back was, at this time she didn't seem to remember that she was dreaming, and as time went by, there seemed to be only one figure in her eyes that was getting bigger, and every time she took a step forward, that figure became bigger in front of her eyes.

Although the heart is not angry, but the curiosity in the heart is getting stronger and stronger, I don't know why, the figure in front of Yass gives Yass a very familiar feeling, as if this person is a very important person for Yass, at this time Yass consciousness is completely stuck in the dream, all her actions follow the most essential consciousness in her heart, and now what she is obsessed with in her heart is that no matter how far away, no matter how difficult, she has to go to the top of the mountain at the edge of the world to see what that person really looks like。

So Jass walked and walked, and came across the river on the way. Yasi didn't swim forward without wrinkling, and encountered a ravine on the way, Yasi climbed down the deep stream little by little along the difficult mountain road, and then climbed from the deep stream to the other side, obviously it seemed to be a short distance, but Yasi experienced the change of the four seasons, and the dry and arrogant wind in spring gradually took away the moisture of Yasi's originally tender skin. The unbearable heat of summer made Yasi's skin slowly darken. Although autumn has a refreshing feeling of autumn, Yasi's dark skin without moisture at this time began to become wrinkled, until the cold and snowy winter arrived, and a young woman in a flowing long dress had bent down her small waist and staggered to the foot of the last mountain.