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Chapter 122 The Demon King’s Cinnabar Mole (28)

Boyan saw that the red mist turned into sharp red blades. He pulled out his long sword and swung it vigorously. A cyan light blocked its attack.

The spring water seemed to be alive, it turned into a hand and dragged him into the spring.

Boyan used various spells, but they had no effect at all. Instead, the spiritual power he used seemed to be absorbed by it.

In a blink of an eye.

Yunsi was swept in by the spring water.

At the same time, he was suddenly swallowed by the surging spring water and fell into an unknown place.

I don't know how long it took for Boyan to wake up.

There is no sound of wind or water here.

It's like an isolated place.

Boyan got up and took two steps, looking around, the place is rather desolate, the vegetation has already withered, and there is no sign of life.

It was terrifying, filled with endless gloomy atmosphere, and the air became more and more oppressive, as if falling into a dark world.

Suddenly he stopped, and the surroundings were still terribly silent.

There is no sign of a cloud.

They may have fallen into different places.

As the darkness spread, he looked up and saw a huge tree, the only tree in full bloom.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Boyan took a few steps back, his black pupils stared at the tree tightly.

The tender green branches suddenly bloomed red flowers, alluring and unusual.

Then the red flowers withered slowly, and produced a tender green fruit, which swelled a little.

It grew bigger and bigger, from green to white, like a round egg, and the fruit fell to the ground at once.

Roll to his feet.

The surrounding area also became a vast expanse of whiteness.

This is……

Boyan immediately thought that this place must be a labyrinth of illusion.

There is a tree in the labyrinth of illusion, named Yinjia tree, which can use its fruit to create illusions, and it is the life of other creatures indulging in illusions and sucking them until there is no sign of life here.

The illusion woven by this fruit generally comes from inner obsession, which makes people immersed in the illusion, sinking and wandering.

Whether it is an unbearable ambiguity or something you long for, it may be an illusion for you.

There is almost no way to break this illusion.

The whiteness slowly fades away, and here is a peach blossom forest, with occasional peach blossoms falling.

A bamboo hut appeared in front of me, with smoke curling up from above the hut.

A slender hand lifted the white curtain.

Looking through the curtain, it is a woman.

A face as big as a palm, skin as fine and white as porcelain, under the curved eyebrows is a pair of charming eyes, the pupils are like stars.

She smiled, with a smile in her bright eyes, and the beautiful black tear mole at the end of her eye was even more charming.

"Husband, why did you come back?"

It seems to blame, but also seems to be acting like a baby.

She stepped forward to take off the back basket that he didn't know where it came from.

Boyan looked at her steadfastly, Master was completely different from his usual indifferent appearance, she seemed to be very dependent on him.

"Why is your husband so stupid?"

She looked at him seriously, her eyes moving as if she could only see him and only have room for him.

Before Boyan could speak, she took his hand, "Husband, try it, today I cooked your favorite fish."

Her soft, boneless hands were on her hands, but her heart seemed to be filled with joy.

She pulled him, and a wooden table was covered with dishes.

There are two bowls of rice and two pairs of chopsticks.

It looks like a long-time couple.

(End of this chapter)