Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Luo Yuheng was seen curled up on the ground, holding his head with his hands, looking listless and with a painful expression on his face.

With him as the center, a circle of golden light flashed around a few meters outward. The black-clothed young man's eyes flashed red and his eyes were extremely empty, as if he was trapped in some illusion.

There was no trace of Han Yu around, but there was a pool of reddish-brown blood.

"Ah Heng!" After Si Mo landed, he ran over to check on Luo Yuheng's condition. As soon as he squatted down, Luo Yuheng suddenly raised his head. After a red light flashed in his eyes for a second, he looked at Si Mo fiercely.

The next moment, he lost his mind and attacked the person in front of him.

[Master, this is an illusion! The Lord God is in danger now! ]

Benben reminded in time that this was the secret technique of the Mist Sect, which was extremely dangerous. If a person died in the mirror after being pulled in, the reality would also be backfired and he would never wake up again.

After Si Mo stepped into the formation, the golden light gradually turned into crimson purple, as if trying to swallow him up.

But this kind of immortal magic has no effect on the fox god.

"Ah Heng, look at me!" Si Mo held Luo Yuheng's wrist and said sternly, "Calm down first. Everything in front of you is not real."

"You are safe, I am with you..."

The sky behind the mountain was covered with dark clouds, and soon a heavy rain covered in blood came down. Si Mo used his divine power to create a barrier to block the two from the outside world.

The sound in his ear made Luo Yuheng stunned for a moment. He stopped attacking, but his eyes were no longer clear.

Seeing this situation, Si Mo had no choice but to ask to enter the country and bring Luo Yuheng back.

A trace of blue divine power ran out from his fingertips and penetrated into the boy's brow. The next second, the scene in front of the white-robed master changed instantly.

This is the world in Luo Yuheng's eyes, the thing he fears the most and is the most unforgettable in his heart.

What Si Mo saw was a desolate land with strange fires flickering among the dead trees. There were bloody skeletons everywhere and almost no living people.

There were conscious balls of flame dancing in the sky, searching for the breath of yang energy within a hundred miles.

Si Mo sensed that Luo Yuheng was deep in the misty forest, and headed resolutely into the darkness to look for him.

"Woo woo..." A whimper of extreme fear came from the pile of dead bodies not far away. The dirty child buried himself in the corpses, leaving only one eye filled with tears to observe the situation.

However, his tiny cry was still discovered by the sharp-sense Guihuo. Countless hideous creatures flew towards him, murmuring in hoarse voices: "Found you, found you..."

"Ah!" The child screamed in fear, tears streaming down his face. He tried his best to block the attack from the outside world: "Don't come over! Don't kill me!"

Si Mo recognized him immediately; it was Luo Yuheng in his childhood appearance.

Just when the strange fire at the head was about to attack Luo Yuheng, a light divine power flew from afar and formed a blocking wall in front of him.

A light blue light reflected in little Luo Yuheng's eyes, broken and powerful.

The strange fire balls sensed the powerful force and avoided it in fear, scattering and disappearing in an instant.

"Don't be afraid, Ah Heng. I'm here." Si Mo squatted down and held the child in his arms, his hand falling on his back to soothe him. The gentle god was radiating light.