My Darling Sick Beauty - Chapter 70

To die and then to live.

That’s what He Da said.

It’s just that for the time being, it doesn’t seem to have reached the dead end. The little devil stayed by his side quietly and peacefully, calmly and obediently, and speculated about the “dangerous” mentioned by the two people.

He himself would not hesitate to venture into danger. Wen Renye has stepped into too many perilous situations, and there are only hurdles that must be overcome in front of him, and there is no essential difference from every ups and downs that he has overcome in his practice.

But the difference is that when he met Jiang Ziliu, he fully respected the other party’s wishes and was willing to communicate with him.

Jiang Zheliu did not agree easily, he needed to think about it.

Sometimes care is confusing.

He Da was sitting on the swing swinging, she seemed to be looking forward to it and wanted to know Jiang Ziliu’s answer. Evil ghosts have a peculiar hobby. They like to watch the ruthless cry, the noble go to dust, the good are full of hatred, and the righteous deviate from their original intentions. They find it amusing and like to smash what others have always insisted on right in front of their eyes.

For example, Jiang Xianzun in front of him. The last time she saw each other, it was the scene where he split the Styx many years ago, her body was cold and cold, noble and arrogant as frost. The Netherworld says that he is a piece of ruthless ice that cannot be melted, with only the world and the Great Way in his heart.

Facts have proved that this is not the case. He is not an indifferent and heartless god, but his sleeves are like dust. The world of comprehension has not been able to touch this point for a thousand years, but the demon with a rampant personality melted the residual snow just a hundred years ago.

He Da felt sighed, funny, and jealous. Her swing was so high that she could face Jiang Ziliu at the far end, but she didn’t stop, but when her eyes met, she wanted to ask the answer.

She thought that this person would just move forward silently without hesitation.

She wanted to take a good look at the other party’s hesitant and lingering expression, and take a good look at his unspoken fears.

He Da practiced in this way. She guessed like an intuition, if she could understand Jiang Ziliu’s state of mind and solve the matter in front of her, her practice progress would be a big step forward.

“Have you considered it?” said the fox girl, “or do you want to reject my proposal?”

Jiang Zheliu closed his eyes and opened them again. He didn’t answer immediately, but turned his head and glanced at Wen Renye next to him. The other party just held his hand firmly and firmly, and the purple eyes glowed faintly.

“You feel…”

“Yes.” Wen Renye said, “I can try.”

Jiang Ziliu had nothing to say.

He should not have such a hesitant character, but for reasons of love, he did not dare to speak easily.

Now that Wen Renye has expressed his will, Jiang Zheliu can no longer refuse. But he was not at ease, and said: “What is the solution, please let me know.”

He Da flicked the fox’s tail and said, “Our venerable lord also once had a Dao seed, but it was taken away by a nasty ghost. You know this. His suggestion is to stimulate the outbreak of the Dao seed and gradually let it go. Lord Mozun is familiar with its essence, to achieve the goal of anti-customer-oriented, and to actively influence the Taoist species, instead of being passively affected all the time.”

Jiang Zheliu did not integrate the aisle species, and could not make an effective judgment in this regard, but Wen Renye seemed to understand a little bit, and nodded thoughtfully.

Although the character is not good, he is still very rich in age and experience, but it is not reliable.

He Da smiled, narrowed her eyes and said, “It’s just that our venerable lord can’t guarantee that this is an effective and good method. But if it is effective, please promise me one thing.”

Jiang Zheliu said, “Please speak.”

“Let’s go inside.” He Da pointed to the room inside, “Play a good game of chess, just the two of us.”

It seems that it is not so simple. It is not so much that she wants to play a game of chess, but that the fox girl is looking for an opportunity to talk to him alone.

Jiang Zheliu pondered for a moment, and under the vigilant eyes of the little devil, he nodded.

——

The test site is not here, but in the double-layered barrier on the edge of the Styx.

Manzhu Shahua all over the place. The enchantment platform was set up a long time ago, but it was only recently activated.

The ghost repair fox jumped onto the high platform, blew at the falling ashes on the enchantment platform, stretched out a paw and pressed it on it, and saw that the seal script above was connected and glowed, turning into a halo.

As the fluorescent light lit up, the double-layered barrier was also built up on top of each other. He Da jumped off the high platform, condensed a swing beside her with ghostly energy, and habitually sat on the swing.

“Ghost cultivators are experts in the spirit and soul.” She boasted, “But Lord Mozun’s primordial spirit is too powerful for me to easily invade. I need a perceptual magic tool to investigate the situation and attract his attention. “

“…sensing the magic weapon.” Jiang Zheliu repeated, saying, “I can sense his situation, and my soul… can connect with him.”

He Da was stunned for a moment, as if she didn’t expect that the two of them were still friends, and there were very few immortals and demons who were very compatible in this regard.

“If that’s the case, then I have to trouble the Immortal Venerable’s perception.” The fox girl said, “This double-layered barrier can withstand the half-step Jinxian’s attack, and it shouldn’t cause too much turmoil.”

“It’s okay. That way I’ll be more at ease.”

With Wen Renye’s current combat power, even if the Netherworld wanted to drive him mad, he had to consider whether he was enough to make him mad.

But this did not alleviate Jiang Ziliu’s worries.

The little devil knew that he was worried, so he comforted Xiao Liushu before entering the barrier. Wen Renye’s eyes were bright purple, with plenty of energy and warmth, and he gently kissed his forehead.

His whole body was filled with a strong and oppressive aura, but his movements were careful and the contrast was strong, like a beast touching the dewy rose in front of him with the tip of its nose.

After Jiang Ziliu’s emotions calmed down a little, he entered the double-layered barrier.

Chang Gan took a step forward, staggered halfway from Jiang Zheliu, with a sword on his waist, waiting beside him. The cat also sat at his feet obediently, shaking the plush on the tips of his ears.

After the enchantment was completely shrouded, He Da stretched out a hand, the ghost energy on her body overflowed, and the aurora of the nether world was dyed dark green. Inside.

The fox girl’s long hair spread out, and there was no wind in the air. She gradually floated in the air and sat on the empty air. The wide sleeves and Luo skirt trembled with the surging ghosts. Then, her human form appeared. It disappeared suddenly.

Instead, it was a fox with its eyes closed, curled up in a ball in mid-air. The surrounding green ghost energy contains the power of the soul, and it diffuses into it.

“…Dream Weaver.” Jiang Zheliu murmured.

The three top ghost cultivators in the Netherworld are famous for their unique abilities. In addition to their superficial positions, their nicknames are Puppet Master, Dream Weaver, and Judge. This is the title summed up according to their respective abilities.

But as time passed, the practitioners of recent generations could no longer remember the names of the three of them. Only when you have actually seen it can you match the number.

It turns out that the owner of the other shore is a dream weaver.

The whole body of the fox is translucent, and there are ghost qi swirls around it. Then, in the ghost qi and the power of the soul that diffused into the barrier, a strong murderous intent suddenly and violently scatters.

The Dao of Slaughter was touched.

Wen Renye released control in a measured way.

Just when his heart was agitated and his primordial spirit was slightly in a trance, a familiar spirit also joined in.

The moment this divine soul aura entered, his primordial spirit, whose hallucinations were influenced by the dream weaver, seemed to have found his home in an instant, and he couldn’t help but entangle with that aura.

Ghost qi swirls around, half-bewitched and seduced into his mind-sea realm.

Dreamweavers can enter a person’s most secret Dao Heart realm, but they can’t do direct damage, because it will cause a violent rebound.

It was because Wen Renye’s primordial spirit was too entangled with that breath. His attention was not on He Da’s body, so that he could let the ghosts sneak in covertly for the time being.

She specializes in this way, and it is always beneficial, but even so, at this moment, she is gradually feeling exhausted.

The ghostly energy spread out, peeping at the Achilles heel of his Dao heart shaking, but was caught off guard and pulled into a constant cycle of hallucinations.

He Da’s vision was instantly replaced by the hallucinations in Wenren Yexin’s sea. She saw the faint sounds of cicadas and birds, and the green branches and leaves everywhere, everything was full of vitality.

This should be a beautiful sight, how can it become an illusion that one cannot live with? Fox girl thought.

Just when she was in doubt, she suddenly saw Jiang Xianzun in her field of vision.

She saw Jiang Ziliu dressed in white, snow-haired and thin shirt, with a tired expression between her brows, her sick bones disintegrating, and even her eyes cast under the sun were as cold as frost.

He Da felt that he was about to melt. At this moment, she didn’t know if this was what she was thinking, or what Wenren Mozun was thinking.

The world is vast and lush. Jiang Zheliu was sitting in a place full of spring, with the sprouts of the grass covering her ankles, but all this could not resist the sound of his coughing while covering his lips. It was soft, but it seemed to sound directly in her heart.

One after another, people taste the torment of the unknown.

He Da saw him look at her. To be precise, she saw Jiang Xianzun looking at Wen Renye.

Jiang Zheliu stared at him with gentle eyes, the kind that treats lovers and juniors with gentleness. He didn’t have the slightest nostalgia, and he didn’t have too much nostalgia, and his lips moved a few times.

She recognized that it was the word “goodbye”.

From this moment on, she suddenly lost her five senses, and the world in her eyes turned into black and white.

What is full of life, what is lush, what is grassy and flowery. She couldn’t see, couldn’t smell, couldn’t hear. There was only a withering in her eyes, and she could only detect the flow of wind in the tremors of her hair.

He Da clearly felt that this was Lord Mozun’s feeling, not hers.

But her heart also ached, like a dull knife cutting flesh, one by one.

This hallucination continued to play out, constantly seeing Jiang Xianzun dying, and seeing the flowers blooming in the distance fade away.

Infinite loop.

There is no way out.

Until He Da felt that her sanity was about to be polluted by this illusion, a new turning point suddenly appeared in the illusion.

The only color she could see was bright red. The only feeling is pain.

Ordinary bright red cannot be rendered, only the color of blood can be rendered.

Eternal blood flowed continuously, one after another blood stream meandering. From the first-person perspective, she can vaguely feel the anxiety and panic of “herself”.

He Da watched the black and red double knives inserted into the corpse, and watched the figure of He Susian appear in the line of sight.

She finally felt that Wen Renye was a lunatic.

Everything the other party behaves here is too normal, making people ignore the fact that he is a mental patient himself.

Later, Wen Renye no longer could only see the color of blood. And when he was sleeping with Jiang Ziliu, the stinging visual whiteness on the other’s hair.

What follows is a constant self-control, out of control, massacre… and then self-control, out of control again…

He Da felt that she was going crazy too. She went on a gap to catch her breath, her dreams couldn’t weave any further.

Lord Mozun’s memory itself is a nightmare like a bottomless pit.

But she couldn’t break free. She could only watch all this passively, comprehend the world in his eyes numbly and oppressively, watching him cut the palm of his hand with the blade of a knife, and see the dazzling scarlet meandering down.

The Dao of Slaughter is surging.

Subsequently, this perspective quickly moved away and moved back quickly. He Da watched the people around Wen Renye leave him one by one, not only Jiang Xianzun, but also his father, his brother, and his blood compatriots who were trapped in the catastrophe due to poor resources.

He Da felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to vomit blood, but she couldn’t vomit out. She could only condense the power of her soul and try to weave a beautiful dream, but all this was in vain, and the scene in front of her was repeated again and again.

His desire for destruction is accumulating into a sea.

Just when Miss Fox was almost tortured to death by Lord Mozun’s brain, she suddenly found a new turning point.

Jiang Zheliu woke up.

In Wen Renye’s consciousness and perspective, this silent, windless, monotonous world suddenly woke up slowly.

The kiss awakened the sense of touch, and the whispering sounded the hearing, gradually letting him get rid of the method of directly understanding the fluctuations of the soul, and communicate in the way of a normal person.

During his sleep, although Wen Renye could respond to others, his understanding was different, as if he didn’t really “hear”. But his five senses are undoubtedly useful, but his own mental block is constantly blocking it.

But He Da was about to be depressed to the point of becoming perverted at this time. Even if the situation improved, he could not weave a sweet dream for him. He could only maintain the stimulation to his soul and hope that Lord Mozun could be self-reliant.

Later, “she” saw Jiang Xianzun grabbed her hand and led her to the edge of the belt.

The fox girl was stunned, and the torment in her mind was instantly swept away. Just when she licked her teeth and thought that she had not suffered in vain, she was very excited when she was kicked out by Wen Renye’s primordial spirit.

He Da opened her eyes suddenly and spit out a mouthful of blood. Her head was buzzing, her claws raised her hand and grabbed the sleeve of Jiang Xianzun beside her, and said bitterly, “That’s it?!”

Jiang Zheliu’s spirit was so wrapped that he couldn’t move. At this moment, he couldn’t protect himself, and he couldn’t be distracted to communicate with the dream weaver, but he still noticed that the fox girl vomited blood, divided a trace of attention, and said with concern: “What’s the matter, Is the situation difficult? How long will it take?”

He Da angrily wiped her mouth and said, “What’s wrong? Motion sickness!”

She turned over in midair, looked up at the barrier, and froze abruptly.