Feng Li's killing intent was revealed in his eyes, and the blade of fire could be cut closer to her throat.
Even though he suppressed the cultivation, the coercion of the Dandan period was suddenly released at this moment. The invisible force of the mountain pressure made Wen Ying's palm sweat cold, and he had to mobilize every cell of the body to fight against it. There is no retreat.
She knew very well what she was facing now. The people beside Chili Demon King's half-man and half-demon bloodline only dared to doubt it in private. Without conclusive conclusion, he also tried to obliterate this past life. And now not only someone talked about him in person, but also entered his dream, thoroughly understood his secrets, and saw his embarrassment clearly.
Unknown secrets are known, and only by killing this person can he be assured.
Ding Jieyi saved his life, he wouldn't do it, not necessarily to her.
"This level is collaboration. You are killing me now. Are you afraid of giving up?" She glanced at Ding Jieyi next to her. "Even if you don't need it, will your fairy Xie Yi need it?"
The medicine to improve his qualifications is not always attractive to him. In terms of natural qualifications, he is uniquely gifted, not to mention that he will be deceived by monsters and beasts in a dream, that is because he has not yet learned to master the semi-demon's aura operation and attack. Most people with mixed blood and demon bloodline are stuck in one thing. There is no strong bloodline of demon race, and their spiritual power is different from that of human. He is different. His physique is very special. He can not only practice spells according to the methods of human monks, but also stimulate the power of the bleeding veins after being transformed.
Therefore, the owner of Chixiao Palace, one of the three major schools of the magic road, is only the period of the Tandan, but it can make the Chixiao Palace override the other two schools. Both of them delayed the progress, but the monks who were able to defeat the Yuan infant period in the Tandan period, and the more they practiced, the more terrible his ability would be.
"Who the **** are you?" He glanced sharply.
"It's just a little devil repair. I have the honour of seeing the appearance of Lord Demon King. I have always been thinking about it and I will never forget it. Even if you make a small change, I can recognize it."
Feng Li's gaze was slightly more complicated. The woman had a glimpse of the memory segment he didn't want to know, and now he was not afraid to talk to him in general, but to kill her was just a blink of an eye.
But half an inch away, he could not start. What she said in the nightmare hovered in his ears all the time.
"You think clearly, no matter how good the dream is, it can only be a dream."
Ding Jieyi is willing to maintain him in the dream and make the dream beautiful and fulfilled. He is grateful, but her words are like a great drink, which makes him wake up suddenly from the dream.
He has never forgotten, what exactly did he want at first, and was it protected by others? No. Is it from another person's love? Nor is it.
Of course he wanted all of them, but it was not his dream, no matter how good it was, it could only be a dream.
In his days of bullying, the only thing he desperately wanted was strength and courage to resist his mother.
His mother's weakness and compromise became his heart demon. He was not weak, but he could not resist her order to make concessions. Every time he dreams, he hates himself for stopping and bullying.
The female demon repaired the "rebellion" with impatience and urgency, forcing the courage to confront the demon he planted with his mother, and really broke his shackles to himself. A fierce battle fought heartily, making him happy, and hesitated when he started.
A decision is made without waiting for closure, and the surrounding scenery changes again. He was stunned and found that the woman in front of him had disappeared.
What turned out was a rather weird scene, a small room in which people coming and going were all wearing weird clothes, women 's exposed parts were more than female magic repairs, and men were mostly Short hair, whispering whispers in this small room, and occasionally a few pairs of people show extremely intimate behavior under the large crowd, but others are accustomed to it.
If Wen Ying came to see it, she would find that this is a modern classroom where she used to go to school.
In Feng Li's sight, a girl of outstanding appearance soon appeared. The people in this room were all pretty good, but she was noticed by him at first glance, as if there was an appeal invisible, which made him unable to Look away.
He gradually realized that this room was a school, and what they learned was very weird. They learned the various expressions of people in moods of emotions, and from time to time, several people performed a scene together.
The young girl's performance was not excellent at first, she was young and immature, not as good as others.
He watched her change day by day. Whenever the picture shifted to her residence, it was her hard training in private, her body, voice, lines, expressions, the sun and the moon rotating, and gradually, she transformed into a butterfly The more beautiful look. The bright mirror reflected her appearance. She lowered her lips and smiled, which was the appearance of a girl. She chuckled arrogantly, but she was a bright woman. She had an affectionate face, she seemed to be happy, and she even had tears. This kind of method expresses the difference between roles.
Feng Li was extremely impatient at first, waiting for him to become a character in the dream to break the dream. But later, looking at her transformation, he gradually turned his eyes and was surprised and amazed by her performance.
From the deepest point buried in her heart, he felt that they were all the same people, and also longed for the power and ambition to suppress others.
She also successfully became the goddess in those people's minds.
But soon, an older man came to her academy. He carried a burden and gave the freshest vegetables that should have been paid back to the woman who lived with her. She bent down and smiled timidly, hoping that they would Can take care of his daughter more. The older man was plainly dressed, with indelible mud in his nails, and looked very poor.
Since then, their attitude towards her has changed again, ostensibly calling her a goddess, but secretly lamenting her origin.
He heard women talking privately about her differences in appearance, her family was poor, and she also showed the appearance of a young lady, while men talked about her appearance and her body parts in a slow manner, as if she could do something Trading.
He was unhappy in the bottom of his heart, because the same resonance made him feel the same and made him feel uncomfortable for her.
As his mood changed, his perspective changed, and suddenly he became one of those men, making a joke about her. She heard it at the corner of the corridor, and they walked forward, just hit her head-on.
The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward.
The book in her hand was knocked down to the ground. She squatted down to pick it up. A boy helped her to pick it up. She thanked each other with a smile. As if everything was fine, she turned and walked back.
Feng Li'er pulled her back.
"Hmm ..." He didn't know what the witch's name was, just remember her father called her, "Cuihua?"
Everyone laughed.
They shouted her tacky name in disbelief and got new talk.
"What's the matter?" She held her back to him, her voice calm, and she seemed still lifeless.
"Here is not real." Feng Li was very impatient, such a problem-solving method, but wanted to use her method to violently break the nightmare, but there seems to be no spiritual power here. Including the school, the lecturer, and those people, it 's all fake. The time you just spent is actually just a short moment, you think about it carefully. "
"what did you say?"
"I said, this is just your dream."
"Yes, this is just a dream."
She looked back suddenly, and her tears fell, not the kind she practiced. "Come here, it's just a dream I can't afford, is it enough, satisfied ?!" He was startled.
At this moment, the picture came to an abrupt halt, suddenly breaking apart like porcelain, and turned into a piece of porcelain.
Feng Li returned to God, and saw that the female demon repaired her breath in a depressive manner, her pupils twitched, and she had obvious fear. It was obviously her nightmare just now, but he did not expect her will to be so powerful, and he had already cracked it himself before he could come up with an effective solution.
Wen Ying and Feng Li stared at each other for a moment, and Qiang turned his eyes away.
Her heartbeat is not so fast now, she has always known that this is a dangerous world, but still underestimates it. She should only be a nightmare of the original owner even if there is a nightmare. She did n't know that the world of cultivation immortality focuses on consciousness and soul. The original owner 's soul has long since dissipated, so it is her memory that stirs up her heart!
This memory is nothing, and it can hardly be compared with the sinister degree of closure. The terrible thing is the gap between the times. Once this kind of detail is caught, her ending is unimaginable.
Fortunately, the mainland of Taiqing is vast and has a variety of ethnic groups and different life customs. Presumably, Feng Li does not dare to say that he knows everything. He will guess the origin of her female demon repair, but he cannot know the truth for the time being.
In fact, when she entered the dream, she realized that something was wrong. The transformation of modern and ancient styles was too fast, and that strange feeling could not be ignored. She knew exactly where she was now, but there was a force pressing her. So that she cannot escape from the dream. This should not be the power of fascination, because her consciousness is sober!
The scene returned to the next moment in the secret realm, she ignored Feng Li and Ding Jieyi's eyes, and suddenly shot!
Tuanfan flew with his mind, and suddenly appeared in a dark place where there was no light. Just there, a hiding wind was suddenly covered by it, and the flowers in the fan scrambled out to embezzle it. The body withered at the moment it touched it.
It sounded like a whine, like a provocation.
It's just that it has invaded her consciousness and made her weak, so that she can't break the imprisonment brought by the incense!
Suddenly, her voice reminded Wen Ying of something. She took out a magical instrument from the Qiankun ring, and threw it out with the rapid change of the fingertips. When the magical instrument touched its smug corpse, it blew. Crying. The Buddha's room was full, and the sound of chanting the sutra sounded together, making it tortured in every way.
While it was unable to move, Wen Ying's formula changed again, and a suction came from the fan, sucking it into the desperate struggle!
On one side of the silk surface is the Bairi Garden, which is her means of attack, and on the other side is the night, which is used to trap the enemy. The moon on the silk surface hung high, and Qinghui flowed into the sash. A rusty stool in front of the window was next to a lamp standing like a woman, and there were fun things around her daughter's boudoir. Right now, the shadow is trapped in the window and struggles, but can't get rid of the shackles of the trapped array.
"It turned out to be a fish in the net."
This is clearly the grudge that she and the young monk met. At that time, the ghost stream broke apart, and it is true that they might have fled under their negligence, but I didn't expect that there would be one who followed her and almost harmed her!
Wen Ying looked at the silk fan's eyebrows coldly. She glanced aside and made Feng Li feel a little murderous.
Just as she had just peeped into his secret, and now, too, he also knew her. This kind of "information exchange" seemed to force them to make an introduction to each other, and the forced cognition made his killing intentions suddenly diminish.
but--
Instead, she moved her to kill.
His eyes are deep: "Do you want to kill me?"
"How dare, I just thought, there is no such a skill." Wen Ying chuckled lightly, and the flowing eyes recovered from him, and began to clean up the mess.
When she put away her fan, she was suddenly approached by Ding Jieyi next to her. The other party's face is not very good-looking, and the tone is cold: "Just that magic weapon, where did you get it from?"
Wen Ying was in a very bad mood at the moment, and his tone was extremely polite. He mocked and said: "Xie Yi Fairy, is this a question?"
Ding Jieyi had to adjust his expression and tone, "... if I read correctly, the attack hidden in this magic weapon is owned by a friend of mine, very special."
Wen Ying remembered that she used a magic weapon to protect her from her fate, specializing in ghosts. The magic weapon capable of sealing the attacking method is undoubtedly very precious, and he needs a lot of energy to seal the moves. Presumably after going through the ghost stream, he was worried that she had no means of attack and defense after being rehabilitated, so he prepared for her.
It stands to reason that karma should come to the secret realm with Ding Jieyi at this time, but apparently this time there was none. Wen Ying thought slightly, and asked, "Where is your friend now?"
"When I invited him, he had promised to go with me." Ding Jieyi looked at her slowly and said, "Later, I only wanted to go find someone, so I separated from me."
Tracing.
Are you looking for her?
Confused, she did not reveal at all in her mouth, "Is your friend a Buddhist cult?"
"Not bad."
She adjusted her posture against the stone wall, and found that Feng Li was looking at her. She glanced at her, and smiled at Ding Jieyi, "I once spent a night with a little master **, this is from me Maybe that friend is the little master I know. "