Douluo: After being forced to attack Tang San, she fell in love with her group

Golden light emitted from the statue of the twelve-winged Seraphim, and a beam of light fell on Feng Wanyue. Then, blooming bloody flowers of the other side slowly appeared under her feet. The flowers swayed and covered the entire ground of the Sun Fantasy Land.

There was a feeling of fatigue in her body, and Feng Wanyue felt that her eyelids were starting to feel a little heavy. She stretched out her hand to grab the nectar in front of her, but found that she had no strength, and even her vision began to become blurry.

Before closing her eyes, Feng Wanyue's ethereal voice sounded in her ears: "Wanwan, if you see something in the illusion, you must remember that it is all an illusion. You must not take it seriously, let alone sink into it. Your Grandpa, still waiting for you."

The illusion of the sun was shattered, and with a "pop", when Ning Yu woke up again, she was lying on a soft big bed.

"This is……"

She lay on the bed and stared blankly at everything in her eyes.

Pink bed curtains, pink curtains, and...

This familiar quilt and pillow.

Feng Wanyue was a little confused.

She stood up slowly, lifted the quilt, lifted the curtains, put on her shoes skillfully, walked to the window sill skillfully, and opened the closed curtains.

"Wow—"

The warm sunshine shone on Feng Wanyue, and she closed her eyes subconsciously.

It took a long time to regain consciousness.

"This is... the Spirit Hall?!"

Feng Wanyue opened her lips, her pupils trembled slightly, feeling a little surprised.

she is not……

"That's all an illusion."

Suddenly, Ning Yu's voice sounded in Feng Wanyue's ears. Feng Wanyue frowned slightly and finally regained her composure.

Is this the process of purification of martial souls?

"squeak--"

The door of the room was pushed open.

"Who?"

Feng Wanyue's eyes tightened and she looked over warily.

"Yue'er, how do you feel?"

A soft voice came from the door. Feng Wanyue took a closer look and saw that the person coming was an elegant woman wearing lavender clothes.

The woman has delicate features, eyes like water, skin like snow, delicate appearance, and elegance and nobility in her every move, which makes people feel awe unconsciously. However, facing Feng Wanyue, there is something indescribable about her body. The feeling of warmth.

"master……"

Feng Wanyue was slightly dazed and subconsciously called out softly.

"What's wrong, Yue'er, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere else?"

The woman in purple is named Bibi Dong, and she is Feng Wanyue's nominal master. In fact, the relationship between the two of them is not that simple.

Seeing that something was wrong with Feng Wanyue's face, Bibi Dong frowned slightly, and suddenly stepped in front of her, stretched out her hand to caress Feng Wanyue's face and said, "But are you blaming your teacher?"

Strange?

Feng Wanyue frowned in confusion.

What's wrong?

"Yue'er, I know that your relationship with Qibao Glazed Sect is not bad. For your sake, I gave them a chance, but they didn't cherish it. Not only were they unwilling to cooperate, they even wanted to cooperate with Wuhun Palace. Go against it, Yue'er, the best way to face this kind of sect that is unwilling to surrender is to let it disappear from this world forever."

Bibi Dong's eyes were stern. Feng Wanyue looked at her and felt that the master in front of her seemed a little crazy.

This is not like the master she knew back then.

Ning Mou's words still ring in her ears, and Feng Wanyue still has a trace of clarity at this time. She knows that all this is not true, but the words Bibi Dong said always make her feel a little uncomfortable.

Her heart ached slightly, Feng Wanyue didn't know why she felt this way.

She clutched her heart, and the memory in her mind began to get a little confusing.

The screams of the disciples of the Qibao Glazed Sect, Sword Fighter Luo Chenxin's broken arm, Wuhun Palace's soul hunting operation, Ning Rongrong's hatred for her, Gu Ying's first attack on her, and, her hands , stained with the blood of others.

"Is not likely to……"

Feng Wanyue shook her head in disbelief, and she took a few steps back, with fear in her eyes.

She looked at the looming blood in her palms, her hands and feet shook slightly, and a fishy smell suddenly came from her throat.

"Well."

The next moment, Feng Wanyue spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood splashed on the ground. She looked at the blood on the ground, and vaguely imagined the scene of the Qibao Glazed Sect flowing into a river of blood in her mind.

And in that scene, it was a woman with red eyes who killed everyone.

The red-eyed woman has flowers on her soles, a lotus with each step, and spider silk around her waist. She has a superior figure and infinite grace.

She was wearing a purple skirt with an elegant hem, like a flower blooming in hell, enchanting and mysterious.

"No, don't kill me, don't kill me..."

The disciple wearing the costume of the Qibao Glazed Sect looked at the red-eyed woman in fear. He was trembling all over and slowly crawled backwards. The fear from his heart made him unable to think too much, so he had to beg for mercy and run away.

"don't want?"

The red-eyed woman chuckled.

Her fingertips were stained with blood and red as fire.

The red lips were slightly open, the fragrant tongue was licking lightly, and the blood-red eyes seemed to be able to see through everything and reach deep into the soul, which made people shudder.

"no, do not want……"

In the fearful eyes of the disciple, a giant spider followed behind the red-eyed woman. The giant spider opened its bloody mouth toward him, and within a moment, it swallowed a living person.

A bloody land, littered with corpses.

The red-eyed woman looked at all this with disdain, and she smiled happily: "Ah~ how dare the shining fire compete with the sun and the moon-"

Licking the blood from her fingertips, she looked back with a smile and looked at Feng Wanyue: "You think so, Feng Wanyue?"

"!?"

After seeing the appearance of the red-eyed woman clearly, Feng Wanyue was shocked in her heart.

"Is not likely to……"

She shook her head in disbelief and pushed away Bibi Dong who was standing in front of her, "No, this is not true, no, it is not!"

Flower of the Other Shore, Death Spider Emperor...

That woman with red eyes, is she?

Was she the one who destroyed the Qibao Glazed Sect?

how come.

No.

That's not her.

Not her!

"what--"

Countless chaotic memories came one after another, and Feng Wanyue felt that her brain was about to explode.

She fell to her knees with a splitting headache, unable to accept what she had just seen.

"Yue'er, things have happened. The past cannot be recalled. Listen to Master's advice and accept it all. You will feel much better."

Bibi Dong's gentle voice sounded in her ears, Feng Wanyue raised her eyes blankly, her clear eyes gradually began to become cloudy.

"Come on, Yue'er, come with me."

Bibi Dong smiled and stretched out her hand to Feng Wanyue. Feng Wanyue's eyes were dull and she raised her hand subconsciously.

Just as their palms met, Feng Wanyue's voice suddenly sounded again in Feng Wanyue's ears.

"Your grandfather is still waiting for you."

"grandfather……"

Feng Wanyue seemed to have thought of something.

She murmured, the turbidity in her eyes dissipated, and she quickly opened Bibi Dong's hand: "You are not the master!"

"no?"

Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows slightly, but was not angry.

She retracted her hand, looked down at Feng Wanyue and said, "Yue'er, are you going to make an enemy of Wuhun Palace for them?"

"For the enemy?"

Feng Wanyue lowered her eyes, "Master wouldn't do this."

"The situation is compelling, Yue'er, don't be too naive."

Bibi Dong said: "Those friends of yours are trying to break the rules. Do you mean that you want to destroy the Spirit Hall for them and then create a new world?"

"Do you think that if the Spirit Empire is destroyed, there will be no more wars and sacrifices?"

"No, there will be others, even more terrible and cruel."

"Among the two empires, who would be willing to surrender to the other?"

"When the balance chain is interrupted, this so-called peace is not worth mentioning at all."

“No one wants to settle for less.”

"Yue'er, tell me, how can you balance everyone, how can you guarantee that everything will develop in the direction you imagined?"

"The world is unpredictable, and only by holding power in your own hands can you have the possibility to cope with it."

"Do you understand, Yue'er?"

"..."

Sun Fantasy.

"Well."

Bloodshot traces flowed down the corners of her mouth. Feng Wanyue's situation has been very pessimistic since she fell.

Ning Miao looked at her and said nothing.

"Thank you for your hard work, Taiyang."

At some point, a woman holding a sickle appeared next to Ning Yu.

The woman was wearing a black robe, her voice was hoarse, and she exuded a black murderous aura.

"It's not hard."

Ning Mung raised his eyes slightly and glanced at the woman, "I was planning to help her, but it was you. The power of the sun and the power of death are mutually exclusive. If you forcefully enter the sun illusion for her sake, it will cause fundamental harm."

"Oh, I don't have much time to live. I just want to wish her to become a god before her soul disappears."

"You can't force yourself to become a god."

Ning Mung waved his hand, and everything Feng Wanyue was experiencing now appeared on the screen of the two of them.

"Xiao Ling, there will be a disaster to be overcome every day. Neither you nor I can stop it. Everything is determined by God. Even if you want to, you can't hide."

"Then kill all her calamities."

The person known as Xiao Ling's eyes flashed, and the black energy around his body accumulated more and more.

"Xiaoling!"

Ning Yu frowned slightly and used the power of the sun to dispel the black energy around Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling came back to her senses quickly, "I...did I lose control again just now..."

"..."

Ning Mushroom is silent.

She shouldn't have anything to do with matters in the realm of death.

But the current God of Death is about to be swallowed up by desire. If the new God of Death is not appointed as soon as possible, I am afraid that the resentful spirits in the Realm of Death will escape and endanger the entire Douluo Planet.

Feng Wanyue is the next God of Death. Ning Yu only learned this news recently.

The God of Death can no longer control the resentful spirits in the Realm of Death. If it weren't for the fact that she happened to pass the Sun God Exam to manage this matter, I'm afraid that by the time Feng Wanyue comes to power, the Realm of Death would have been in a mess.

Things in the God Realm were a mess. Ning Mou sighed softly and said, "I will watch over here every night. Xiao Ling, you go back first."

"..."

Xiao Ling lowered her eyes, "Sun, her purification must succeed."

"I know."

Ning Miao said: "But Xiao Ling, her soul power foundation is not enough for her to open the Death God Test. If you force her to open it, not only will you have to sacrifice your big sacrifice, but your foundation will also be very likely to be unstable." Case."

"Xiaoling, you should know that the God of Death is most afraid of unstable foundations. If you do this, Wanwan will be following your old path over and over again. Then the world of death will never be peaceful."

The former Sun Goddess had already told Ning Yu about the realm of death.

This matter is extremely difficult for the gods in the divine world.

They cannot go to the realm of death to manage it. The only thing they can do is to purify the God of Death regularly so that the God of Death will not be swallowed up by desire so quickly.

Xiao Ling is the second God of Death in No. 30. The God of Death before her was devoured by the evil spirits because of greed. At that time, Xiao Ling had not even taken office yet.

With her foundation unstable and infected, although Xiao Ling ascended to the throne of God, her divine power was far inferior to that of the previous Gods of Death.

At first, she was able to suppress the resentful spirits in the realm of death, but as time passed, her mind was gradually affected, so that the suppression of the resentful spirits began to fail.

A hundred years later, she tried all her powers, but in the end she only ended up with her spirit dissipated.

Ning Miao didn't want Feng Wanyue to become like this, so she proposed to purify her martial soul to help her consolidate her original foundation.

Xiao Ling herself knew whether the foundation of the divine position was stable or not. She looked at the screen in the sky and said: "It's too unfair, and it's not us who have the final say. Feng Wanyue is the destined divine position, no matter whether she will become the third For both me, I will take her to the realm of death before her soul dissipates, so Sun, if you don’t want her to become the second me, then help her.”

"..."

Seeing Xiao Ling disappear into a plume of black smoke, Ning Mushroom didn't know what it was like.

There wasn't much she could do to help.

After officially returning to the God Realm, she can no longer interfere with the affairs of the lower realm.

Feng Wanyue is the sister she holds in the palm of her hand. No matter what she says, she will never let Feng Wanyue become like Xiao Ling.

……

The next day.

Rose Hotel.

Three poles in the sun.

Everyone in Shrek gathered in the restaurant, but Feng Wanyue was the only one missing.

"Where's Yueyue? Isn't Yueyue up yet?"

Not seeing Feng Wanyue in the crowd, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but asked: "Have you seen Yueyue?"

"No."

Oscar and Dai Mubai shook their heads in reply.

"And you."

Ning Rongrong looked at Tang San.

"No."

Tang San answered, thought for a while and said: "Xiao Wan consumed too much soul power yesterday and went shopping again in the evening. Maybe she is too tired. Let her rest more."

"Ah no no no."

Ning Rongrong did not agree with Tang San's words, she said: "Yueyue will not sleep in, even if she only sleeps for an hour at night, she will get up early, and at the latest, she will get up for lunch."

"Maybe something happened."

Zhu Zhuqing said: "I called her when I came down, but no one responded."

"Nothing will happen to her!"

Ma Hongjun always spoke at inappropriate times and said inappropriate words.

"..."

"Shut up, fat man, I can't even stop you from eating!"

Dai Mubai threw a bun at Ma Hongjun and glared at him.

"Oh, Boss Dai..."

"To shut up!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened and she said angrily.

Ma Hongjun: "..."

"Let me go up and take a look."

After Ma Hongjun said this, Tang San always felt that he had no idea.

He got up from the stool and decided to go to Feng Wanyue's room to take a look.

"Third brother."

Ning Rongrong also stood up. She stopped Tang San and suggested, "Xiao Wu and I will go. Yueyue is a girl, so it would be more embarrassing if it's inconvenient."

"Yeah, yes, brother, Wanyue is a girl. You have taught me that men and women should not be intimate with each other. It would be more convenient for me and Rongrong to do this kind of thing."

Xiao Wu also immediately stood up and echoed.

"……OK then."

Tang San was silent for a while, then nodded in agreement.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong looked at each other and went upstairs together.