The corners of the nightmare's mouth under the mask rose slightly, and it seemed that he had won this move.

The reason why he wore the mask was because of his eyes, and he practiced mindfulness, a secret technique that controlled the minds of others through his eyes. The black pupils also gradually changed with the refinement of his mind control technique, almost occupying his entire eye socket, like an abyss that was getting darker and darker.

As long as you meet his eyes, you will be aroused by the knot in your heart and stimulate the demon in your heart.

The demons in the heart are difficult to cure, and there is no solution to the medicine stone.

If people are not gods and Buddhas, they must have knots.

Once you have a heart knot, it is easy to develop inner demons.

Although he is not a leader in force, as long as he controls his mind, he can kill anyone without much effort.

Although he couldn't see what the demon in front of him was, he still fell into his own demon.

I have to say that this young man is very strong, and it has been a long time since anyone let him use his mind deception technique after only a few moves, so it's a pity to kill this young man like this.

Today, though, he's dead.

Wei smiled and went to take the long sword aimed at his mask in Zhu'an's hand, and killed him with his sword, which was a special gift to him, wasn't it?

Wei Xiao's fingers touched the cold sword body, and he couldn't help but admire in his heart, this long sword is an out-and-out divine weapon! The sword body is silver and white, and there is a long line of black jade inlaid in the middle, and the hilt and scabbard are all made of fine jasper, exuding a sword aura as warm as frost.

Soon, the sword was his.

His subordinates were just about to snatch the sword with all their might, but Zhu An, who had been stiff and motionless in his eyes, instantly put the sword across the neck of the nightmare.

"As a word of advice, it's better to take your hand back. ”

The sharp sword was attached to his throat, and the chill of the blade had spread along the skin, and it only took half an inch closer to his throat to be slit.

Cold sweat was already breaking out on his forehead under the mask, and he screamed in surprise, his voice still as obscure as a dry branch being trampled off.

"Why, how is it possible! You're clearly ......."

"It's clear that you already have demons, right?"

Zhu An asked indifferently in a particularly cold tone.

The nightmare's expression suddenly became excited, and he didn't care about the blade that could cut his throat at any time, and shook his head stubbornly and repeated: "Impossible! No one can wake up after my mind trick!"

"It's impossible!"

Wei muttered to himself, as if he thought of something, his eyes widened in surprise, and he guessed with difficulty: "You...... You lied to me? You didn't have the heart trick at all! You didn't have any demons at all! Impossible! Impossible! How could there be no one in this world who had no knots!"

Zhu An indifferently watched as Nightmare fell into self-doubt as if he had gone crazy, and the smiling face mask looked like he was crying.

His gaze fell on the distance, where the surface of the lake was as smooth as a mirror, without waves.

He whispered, "What if you have demons?

What if there are no demons? There is nothing in this world that can be in the palm of your hand or mine. ”

Wei still shook his head frantically, the mask on his face faltering, "No, no, if you have a demon, you will definitely hit my mind control! I have never missed a hand since I practiced the heart control technique! never!

"Then this time, you missed. ”

The nightmare shuddered, and he pounced on Zhu'an's collar with both hands and shook it, ignoring the sharp blade that had cut through the skin around his neck, and bright red blood beads kept rolling down.

"Who the hell are you! I don't believe it! I don't believe it!"

"I? ”

Wei pulled the smile mask off his face again, and stared straight at Zhu'an with his eyes, as if he wanted to confirm his mind-stirring skills again.

His eyes still looked strange, two pairs of black pupils that filled almost the entire socket, like a burnt charcoal fire, leaving only hollow, dry scorch marks, lifeless.

Zhu'an looked down into his eyes with an indifferent expression.

One second, two seconds?

It doesn't work at all.

The nightmare then took a step back, and the mask that he couldn't hold fell from his hand and fell to the ground with a muffled sound, still smiling with crooked eyebrows.

He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed madly, "How is it possible! My master told me that everyone in this world has obsessions and knots, and they will definitely be inspired by the heart control technique! How can there be people who have no heart knots! I don't believe it! I have seen hundreds of people in this world, and all of them have fallen for my heart control without exception! If there are still people in this world who have no heart knots, I would rather not have this heart control technique!"

After finishing speaking, Wei suddenly stretched out his hand and poked his eyes blindly, and just like that, he destroyed all his cultivation without hesitation, and fell to his knees in a state of despair.

Zhu'an put away his long-term affection, and didn't look at him again, suppressing the little killing intent in his heart that he had never had.

For a moment, he wanted to kill the Nightmare.

To blaspheme other people's hearts and try to control other people's hearts is too arrogant and unkind.

He was never a thoughtless man.

Yes, he has demons.

An obsession that he has been buried in the bottom of his heart.

The moment he met the Nightmare's eyes, he had indeed cultivated the Nightmare's Mind Technique.

In that blood-colored heart demon, the yellow sand was setting, the war was raging, and countless lives died in the blink of an eye.

Even his father and mother, who have both died since he was a child.

He was only a year old at the time, and he didn't even remember their faces, or even remember them at all.

He had never seen such a gentle look in his father's eyes.

On the opening days of Forget Worry Mountain, he always ran to hide behind the bamboo forest at the gate of the mountain, and secretly watched those children reunite with their parents.

No one came to see him.

His parents are buried in the back mountain.

The days on the mountain of forgetting worries have been very fulfilling

, he earnestly practiced swords, practiced medicine, fiddled with medicinal materials every day, and forgetting worries was also good for him, and he never wronged him for half a point.

But looking at the grave on the back hill that was overgrown with grass and the two of them were buried together, he still couldn't help but wonder, what was his father and mother like? Was it more fierce or gentle? Was it like the master who forgot his worries, was he a child's temper? Will he make delicious dishes? Will he protect him if he gets into trouble?

He really wanted to know.

Obviously I'm doing well now, but I'm still eager to know, with a little greedy obsession.

This is his inner demon.

But he didn't want to just see the sad picture of dying with blood, he wanted to take a look at the rivers and lakes that his father and mother had walked and the land he had guarded.

This obsession may be deeper than he imagined, directly overpowering the demons in his extravagant hopes.

Without hesitation, he casually found a sword from his side and stabbed himself in the chest.

The pain is sobering.

In this world, everything remains between the palms of the shares, and it also passes between the palms, but it cannot be controlled between the palms.

In that brief moment, he had a long dream, everything in the dream is still vivid, and the end of the dream is that he drew his sword and killed himself, as if he had gone through a lifetime.

But in the eyes of everyone present, his movements were only momentary stagnation, and he couldn't see anything wrong at all.

He paused briefly, and as Nightmare's hand touched the blade of his sword, he regained consciousness and moved.

No one would have known how much he had seen in that moment.

However, except for one person.

Weaving Dream watched Zhu'an resume his movements, and then breathed a sigh of relief, just now others didn't notice it, but she obviously saw that Zhu'an's movements stopped at that moment, although it was indeed only a short moment, but it was not normal for her who was familiar with Zhu'an's habit of using swords.

There must be something wrong with this.

She looked at him intently, but didn't worry, just hoped that he would come out sooner.

Just because, that person is chasing peace.

As long as it's him, it's fine.

Her brother is very powerful.

She always believed in him, and if such belief became a burden, then she would do her best to be a person who could solve the problems of Zhu'an, and if not, her own way of return would no longer exist.

Zhu An's gaze fell on her quietly, and she raised the corners of her mouth, her eyes were as bright as a galaxy, and she looked at him and smiled.

The indifference in Zhu'an's eyes dissipated, and there was some relieved smile on his face, like the branches of ten thousand trees blooming in spring.

In this way, the nightmare himself poked his eyes blind, which was equivalent to voluntarily abandoning the game, and the onlookers were stunned by his crazy behavior, but they were only stunned for a moment, and then cheered excitedly and cheered for the winner.

In this game, Zhu'an won.