"Cloud, is there really no problem with this?"

Although he had learned a lot about it from Fengyun and received his repeated assurances, Fengyun still seemed a little hesitant when he really wanted to help him carve out a route in his body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fengyun swallowed a mouthful of saliva to relieve the discomfort of his dry mouth, which was the result of too much of what he had said when he explained the storm.

He didn't look for water to drink, fearing that if he stopped, his efforts would be in vain.

In order to convince the storm, although Fengyun made full preparations, and finally moved out of the gods, the hardships of the process were still a little beyond his expectations.

Especially in the matter that he wanted to make a move to open up a movement route in the storm body, Fengyun had a hard time talking.

Now that we see the dawn of victory, Fengyun will naturally not let things change again because of the discomfort, and decide to take the storm down completely.

"Uncle Tyrant, you can put one hundred and twenty hearts. I've already demonstrated to you more than once, and if there is a problem, I can't stand in your reluctance. Look at me, what's wrong?"

Fengyun looked into the storm's eyes, trying to show the greatest sincerity in his eyes, so that he could believe that what he said was true.

In order to make up his mind in the storm, he finally moved out of heaven once more.

"Uncle Tyrant, if you don't believe me, you should always believe in God, right? All of this I did was instructed by God. ”

"Good...... All right. ”

Fengyun's efforts paid off, and Storm finally relented, though he hesitated when he agreed.

"Uncle Tyrant, without further ado. Let's get started. ”

Seeing that the storm was finally persuaded by him, Fengyun's heart suddenly swelled with ecstasy, but he knew that the iron should be struck while it was hot, and he must be taken down in the shortest possible time.

Don't look at the storm now that he has agreed, if he delays for a while, he may be able to regret it, and he must make raw rice into mature rice before he repents.

At that time, even if he wants to regret it, it will be useless, it has become an established fact.

"Cloud, I ......"

was really guessed by Fengyun, and as soon as the storm agreed, there were signs of repeating it again.

"Uncle Tyrant, don't worry, everything has me. ”

Fengyun knew that he would never be able to drag it out any longer, and as he spoke, he reached out to the storm.

The movement of his probing hand seemed unfast, but in fact he had increased his speed to the limit, so that Storm, who was also a metamorphosis warrior, had no time to react before his hand was placed on his shoulder.

Immediately afterward, Fengyun's palm that touched the storm's shoulder trembled imperceptibly, and a faint but powerful force immediately penetrated through the skin and invaded the storm's body.

The effect of this force was also very good, almost instantly disintegrating the resistance of the storm, completely cutting off the possibility of him breaking free from his grasp.

With the help of the palm that grabbed the storm, Fengyun turned him one hundred and eighty degrees in place, turning him from facing him head-on to facing away from him.

Looking at the back of the storm, Fengyun took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Relax, don't have any resistance." ”

Before the words fell, Fengyun reached out with his other hand.

In the process of poking out, a little blue light appeared on the tip of his index finger, which became brighter and brighter, and by the time it touched the back of the storm, half of his index finger turned blue, and even looked a little transparent, and the bones could be vaguely seen, which looked a little weird.

The storm's body suddenly shuddered, as if the first half of the storm had turned into a blue index finger with a strong electric current.

Fengyun didn't show any unusual calmness about this, just stared at the position of the storm's back with his blue finger, and the other hand did not withdraw, still resting on the storm's shoulder.

It seems that his hand is to help Storm stabilize his body, but in fact, he has a more important purpose, which is to control him, so that he will not break free when he regrets or other states, thus affecting his ability to carve out a route in his body.

As time passed, the index finger on the back of the storm began to fade, and after about a minute, the blue on his fingers had all faded and turned into a normal complexion.

Fengyun didn't withdraw his fingers, still holding his back against the storm, but his eyes slowly closed.

At first, the storm didn't move, but after only five minutes, blue light began to leak out of his body, and it quickly intensified.

In less than ten seconds, the blue light pierced the storm's skin, revealing the outside of the body, all of which looked sharp.

For a moment, the storm seemed to turn into a hedgehog.

At the same time, Storm's body began to tremble, and the muscles on his face and body twitched, as if in pain.

At this time, the hand that Fengyun put on his shoulder began to work, and the storm tried to stand up several times, but it suppressed him and failed to succeed.

As time passed, the trembling of the storm's body became more and more violent, and he was left in the cold wind in the winter wearing only a single coat.

But there is an extreme value for everything, and the tremor of the storm is no exception, and after about twenty minutes from the initial tremor, the tremor reaches the extreme, and the whole person is like a sifting of chaff.

After that, the trembling began to slowly subside, and after a quarter of an hour, the storm was completely calm, the twitching muscles of the face relaxed, and the color of pain was no longer visible.

Fengyun's fingers and palms did not withdraw from the storm's body, and continued to remain in their original state.

Soon, a new change took place in the storm's body, and wisps of gray-white smoke came out of his pores.

At first, there weren't many, and you couldn't even spot them if you didn't look closely, but as time passed, the smoke coming out of the storm's body became more and more numerous.

After about a cup of tea, his body was shrouded in smoke, and he looked a little shadowy, as if he was in a thick fog.

The wind and clouds were so close to each other that the smoke coming out of his body inevitably affected him.

As soon as the smoke appeared, his brow furrowed slightly, and his brow slowly furrowed into two pimples as they approached his face.

Just as the mist was about to touch his mouth and nose, Fengyun finally made a new move, and his body suddenly slid backwards.

He retreated very quickly, sliding several feet away in an instant, as if an invisible, powerful hand was grabbing him by the collar and dragging him backwards.