It's hell, my lord

It can be seen from the fact that the person who set up the formation took so much trouble to get out of so many battles, he definitely didn't want He Xian's life. With this effort in setting up the formation, He Xian could die a thousand times.What's more, even He Xian's technique can break even those who have not even entered the door, so it must not be to trap him.And the endless fantasies could only show—he wanted him to know something.

For example, be careful about wishing the stars, for example the origin of the doll, and for example the man named Ming...

It's a pity that the gentleman behind the scenes doesn't seem to want him to rest. The scene in front of him has become an old hall. Compared with the exaggerated decoration style just now, it can be regarded as a poor people.In the darkness, an unknown door was opened, and then puppets of almost the same height stood in a row, walking towards He Xian with their arms hanging down.

He Xian unconsciously took two steps back, the puppet in front of him was no different from a real child, whether he could kill it with his hands.Besides, has he ever beaten someone else's child?

"He Xian!" Zhu Xingchen roared condescendingly, and then jumped down from the stairs: "Don't act rashly. Zhu Xingchen pressed He Xian's hand.

"Spells don't work on them, but instead boost their strength. The more you stick to them, the more frustrated they become." After Zhu Xingchen explained, he pulled out a real sword for the first time, which should have been sharpened , with a light swipe, the puppet became two parts.

"Where's your wooden sword?" He Xian was dragged by Zhu Xingchen's arm, and asked nonchalantly.

Zhu Xingchen said: "I don't know what these puppets are made of. They are harder than iron. I didn't know at the time, and they broke accidentally when I poked them."

While he was busy killing the puppet, he still didn't forget to take a look at He Xian. This guy seemed very tired, but his eyes kept following the "cheat" in his hand.He was a little uncomfortable and said: "It's better to use the wooden sword, this one is too cruel."

As soon as he said the words, he regretted a little, was he fucking jealous of a sword?Neuropathy.But he lived with He Xian for so long, and no one had to pay such serious attention to him for so long, it's really... useless.

A few puppets fell to the ground for a while, and then assembled automatically in a very abnormal way. Some deformed limbs waved and scratched towards the two without a trace of beauty.

Zhu Xingchen knew that this thing could not be killed easily, so he didn't intend to waste any more time, turned around and asked He Xian, "Can you run?"

"Can't you run away and carry me?" He Xian was very dissatisfied with his tone of caring for a little girl, and still felt that he was gritting his teeth and slipping behind Zhu Xingchen.

Finally got rid of the puppet, and in a small drowsy room, the two leaned against the wall and panted heavily.He Xian's physical exertion was too great, and he was so tired that he would rather be killed by a puppet than run, so Zhu Xingchen carried him here.

"Are you okay?" Zhu Xingchen lit a lighting talisman, and looked at the surroundings and He Xian's situation with one heart and one mind. As soon as the surroundings lit up, the two of them suddenly had goosebumps again, surrounded by rows after rows glass exhibition.

There are puppets one after another in the transparent cabinet, and a small candle is placed in the lower left corner of each partition rectangle, and the blood-red candle flame dances in it.

"How much does he like dolls?" Zhu Xingchen suppressed the goosebumps all over his body.

He Xian didn't bother to pay attention to these puppets, and asked weakly: "Are you still running? If you run again, leave me alone. I would rather be bitten to death by these things than die from exhaustion."

Zhu Xingchen dug out a bottle of mineral water from the wooden box and handed it to him: "That's all you have, by the way——you just disappeared in a blink of an eye, what's going on?"

"I don't know. I was trapped in a room surrounded by mirrors as soon as my eyes were darkened. Later, I imitated the broken book Bai Xuan gave me and drew a talisman with the blood of my middle finger before I came out."

Zhu Xingchen's face changed: "You can draw symbols? Show me the book."

He Xian was startled, obviously startled by his sudden [-]-degree attitude, and didn't take out the book.Zhu Xingchen seemed to realize that his reaction was a bit extreme, so he quickly softened his tone: "No, I'm a little surprised that you can draw symbols."

"Indeed, I don't even know how to draw breath into my body." He Xianbie held the small one tightly in his hands on the back, his expression was still calm.

Zhu Xingchen glanced at the glass bottle hanging on He Xian's collarbone: "Could it be this thing..." He stretched out his hand to pick it up.

He Xian took several steps away at once: "Who are you?" Based on his understanding of Zhu Xingchen, even when he was about to die, he would never show such a sad expression.This kind of expression appeared twice on the face of 'Zhu Xingchen' who could be covered with a quilt even after the sky fell. This expression is even more exaggerated than the rising sun.

"Why do you ask that?" 'Zhu Xingchen' smiled, as if He Xian was joking with him.

"Zhu Xingchen just complained to me before going out that the book is full of viciousness and asked me to throw it away. Besides, this chain belongs to him. Does he know what the chain is for?" He Xian said calmly. I took out a lightning-inducing talisman, but I didn't expect it to be unable to activate it.

The smile on Zhu Xingchen's face didn't collapse, he still grinned, and said in a strange way: "You can save yourself, those low-level spells won't work here."

As he said that, he rushed towards He Xian quickly, and stuck him on the cabinet with his hard palm, and the glass of the cabinet made a crisp sound, gouging out a bloody gash on the back of his neck.

He Xian struggled a few times to no avail, the knife steadily stabbed at the arm of 'Zhu Xingchen', but the stab missed, but 'Zhu Xingchen' also fell to the ground in order to avoid the knife.

This really angered 'Zhu Xingchen', he pressed He Xian on the ground full of glass shards, and before he could yell out, he grabbed his throat again.For the first time in He Xian's life, he felt that he was so close to death, his eyes gradually became dark, and his eyes gradually drifted to the candle in the glass cover, after all, it was the only light left in his vision.

Suddenly, his hazy consciousness regained consciousness—the candle was burning in the airtight glass cover!Such a refutation of common sense shows that everything that is happening now is just the environment.

"He Xian! He Xian!"

Zhu Xingchen managed to figure out where He Xian was by virtue of the spell he put on him.As soon as he found it, He Xian was holding a small knife in his hand and waving it wildly.Then he began to struggle with teeth and claws, and a pool of blood suddenly oozed from his back, which scared Zhu Xingchen into a panic.

He analyzed several strands of righteous energy, poured them into He Xian's celestial cap and temple respectively, and the last strand sank into the soles of his feet.He Xian woke up leisurely at this moment, seeing Zhu Xingchen's approaching face, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis in his heart, "Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of well ropes".

He Xian raised his eyelids and said, "I wish you little Xingxing?"

"Grass your mother." Zhu Xingchen's worries about him collapsed in a second. "Zhu Xiaoxingxing" is a nickname given to him by Zhu Yinfeng on his own initiative. The same goes for "Zhu Xiaosanba" and "Zhu Xiaosanba". 'Wish the puppy' etc.Still have the strength to open his mouth to tease him, it seems that it is no big deal?I wish the stars thought.

"Hmm." He Xian replied in a daze, and couldn't lift his eyelids, which weighed more than a thousand catties, after being hurt by the burning pain. After a few seconds, he finally fainted steadily.