Looking at the hugging picture of the island owner and the fairy sister in front of him, Hua Lei was in a cold sweat on the shore.

This scene has nothing to do with warmth, looking at the splashing dead fish and the blood-soaked shore, you can know how terrifying the fairy in the painting is in front of you.

And Li He actually hugged the other party, persuaded him in a few words, and made the other party sob.

"Scumbag! Iron scumbag! ”

Although Hua Lei didn't know this word, he also thought in this direction.

Do you think that the woman who is filled with bad omen is very fragrant? If you are not careful, you will end up with a fish in the water.

This island owner is willing to be so good at understanding tricks. After a single operation, the source of the outbreak, which was in an explosive state, was actually stabilized, which was really high.

Hua Lei secretly thought, this island owner is so strong, could it be that his talent is to attract female ghosts? Stealing their power?

As if guessing that he was thinking nonsense, Ling Qiong snorted coldly: "Look at the bad omen around the island master's body, use the breathing method!" ”

Hua Lei held his breath and entered the realm of breathing.

Suddenly, the world was silent, and I saw boundless shredded paper floating by the coast, a broken paper painting, glowing with a faint green light.

And the place where Li He stood, like a hollow vortex, was constantly absorbing the raging shredded paper and the light of the dark eye, and all the madness and mania were incorporated into the black hole, and there was no trace.

At the same time, there was an ominous aura in the hollow, suppressing all bad omens, like an invisible cage, imprisoning them one after another.

In the end, I could only hear a few unwilling roars and shallow heartbeats.

After a breath, Hua Lei woke up from the breathing method. Blood gushed from his nose, and his arms trembled.

Just getting closer, looking at the source of the suppression, his bad omen was affected, and he felt a sense of oppression when he encountered a natural enemy.

However, after that, the whole body was indescribably happy, and the resurgence that had been urging at all times seemed to be suppressed to a certain extent!

Extreme Soul Chaos

No wonder the island owner dares to say that he will help him suppress the bad omen, he really has this strength!

"This lord is already a six-rank heavenly master!"

Hua Lei smiled and turned to leave: "Let's go, don't be an eyesore here." The beauty can be seen a few times, but it is not something you can touch, this Liu girl is the forbidden belly of adults, if she remembers you in the future, no one on this island can save you! ”

Seeing that the gods would leave Ling Qiong, Hua Lei couldn't help but make a swing and hurriedly escaped.

Looking at this girl's state, not to mention the instability, the Tao is surging, almost the same as a bad omen.

He thought that except for peerless people like the island owner, it was estimated that no one would be able to enjoy such a beautiful blessing.

The two left secretly, and Li He and Ruhua naturally knew.

But they didn't move a bit, and the picture still hugged Li He's body, venting his pain to the fullest.

For her, from beginning to end, Li He's body is the panacea that she desires the most in her heart, sucking, licking and licking, as long as she can absorb Li He's breath, it is a great tonic to nourish her.

The same is true of volitional thinking, at that time, due to the complete opening of the true realm of paper painting, the excessive use of bad omens, coupled with the excessive sadness of the proprioceptive consciousness, went to the edge of losing control. And as the last anchor of the paper girl, it is the spiritual connection with Li He.

At this moment, the two are attached to each other, and it is precisely by using Li He's own stability to rebalance the Dao power of the paper girl.

Of course, this is not something that can be done by just paying lip service. He is exposed to picturesqueness precisely because he has absorbed part of the ability of paper experience.

Today's Linglong Paper Heart is not only its single record to control the Dao of the paper man, but also has a part of the Dao method of suppressing the corpse after devouring the corpse rider.

With the crushing of the source of the bad omen in the catalogue, and enough paper to suppress it, this is the key means to pull Ruhua back from the brink of losing control, so that she gradually regained her senses.

The dark green crazy eyes gradually became like a clear spring, like the bright moon shining brightly, and the fairy in the painting.

The fair-skinned soft wattle gently brushed Li He's arm, and the flesh and blood that had been crushed into pieces floated away with the wind, and then the flesh and blood were reborn, barely making up for the previous losses.

Just as Li He is the anchor of her life and consciousness, then Ruhua is the physician of his heart and flesh, and for all losses, Ruhua can make up for each other by consuming very little of herself.

It's a bit like a universal paper painting, when the paper figure is missing something, the paper painting is drawn on it and cut off and stuck to his wound. The so-called interdependence of the two is precisely because of this connection that they can be called close.

Ruhua finally spoke, her voice hoarse, and she said in pain: "Why are you doing this?

Daddy's last wish is to leave quietly, and you did the right thing.

Although he didn't say it, in fact, from the moment you saved me and my father, he gave his life to Kucha. After that, the trust and reuse moved him even more.

He felt that if someone could save lives from fire and water, it would not be those high-flying Dao masters, nor those powerful and ruthless beasts, but the Ling Lord who was of the same heart as you and was willing to trust everyone.

It is difficult for the lonely peak to compete with the sun, but the spark of the stars can start a prairie fire! ”

Li He saw that Ruhua spoke, and his pale face showed a hint of a smile.

This suppression is naturally not without a price, and it is picturesque and out of control, like a volcano that is about to erupt, which can only be watered by clouds and rain. He had just planted three auspicious plants, and the second order of the catalogue had not yet been restored, which was his weakest moment, but it was his promise to help Picturesque suppress the bad omen.

"The promise I said before is still there, and it will always be valid for you!"

Ruhua didn't look up, the green silk hung on the white clothes, and lay quietly in Li He's arms.

"The moment you pull me back from the netherworld, I am destined to be your person, don't want to leave me alone."

Li He wanted to speak, but his lips were blocked by a cold index finger.

"I know what you're trying to say, beings like us, on the verge of death, don't have a good end at all.

But so what? If I return to the mundane and live a peaceful life, birth, old age, sickness and death, marriage and childbirth, safety and peace, perhaps under your protection, there will be no twists and turns.

Is that the life I want? Cowering in the light like a quail, but the darkness is blocked by you, I can't enjoy it with peace of mind. ”

Picturesque smiled, then wrapped her arms around the islander's neck and pressed heavily on his upper body.

"What's more, I've seen a hero like you, and ordinary mortals can't even look at it with my eyes. If you want to be a fool in peace, I'm afraid you can't do it.

It's all your fault, you are guilty of shining a beam of light into the darkness!

But if you don't leave this darkness, I will forgive you without sin.

My Lord! You can't leave the concubine! ”

In order to let the picture relieve pressure, Li He did not transform the paper body, and at this moment he was squeezed with some chest tightness, I have to say that after the paper girl recovered, not only her appearance and figure were one in a million, but she was unique in the world.

Of course, for Li He, the most important thing is the other party's seemingly coquettish unreasonableness.

The King of the Catalogue, the God of the Dao Kingdom, and the Lord of the Omen Prison, no matter how famous An is, it is unrealistically unknown.

The potential may be limitless, but it takes a miracle to get there.

Isn't he afraid? Not being deceived does not mean that the mind is eternal.

He is also human and has emotions.

It's just that his status dictates that he has to bear more, and he can't say it.

When I heard the picturesque and firm support, I was inexplicably relieved.

The picture is out of control, he is not recovering, the catalogue suppresses only a formal backlash, but the trauma of the soul is hopeless.

Although selfish and guilty, at that moment, Li He felt that he was still human.

People need to feel secure, they need to be given selflessly.

Whether it's a loved one, a friend, or a loved one.

Maybe one day, all the companions will leave him, and there will be no more care.

At that time, he may be the strongest, the scourge of all bad omens, but it also means that Li He has lost everything.

Hopefully that moment doesn't come too early.

Holding up the picturesque and light body, the two stepped into the heart of the island, and the calamity behind them dissipated.