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If it was said that Yan Huai's first reaction when he fell into the most terrifying illusion arranged for him by the Nightmare Demon was pain, then Shu Huayan was fooled.

Who can tell him what is going on with his big red robe?Wasn't he still discussing poetry and painting with Miss Xiang'er from Tianxianglou just now?Why did he suddenly return to Qianjiu Palace? ? ?

Shu Huayan rubbed the center of his brows. The hangover brought him a sense of fatigue. Before he summoned his servants, someone pushed open the door of his room. The leader was Rong Si, who was wearing a dead child's face. Shu Hua Yan Gang was about to speak: "Hey, Rong Si, get me a bowl..."

"Master, today is your day of great joy, it's time to get up."

"What big joy??? I'm getting married with the Lord Fu???" Shu Huayan was stunned.

"Are you dreaming here?" Rong Si twitched his face paralyzed, and before Shu Huayan could argue, he called the maid to come forward and dress Shu Huayan up.

"Why am I dreaming? How can I get married if I am unrestrained and love freedom? It's almost like you are talking in your sleep!" Shu Huayan, who was tied up, couldn't stop howling.

"This is the marriage that the young palace master pointed out to you, you have to obey, and you have to obey if you don't." Rong Si forced Shu Huayan to sit upright.

"Yan Zhi? How is it possible, how can he have time to supervise me?" Shu Huayan couldn't believe it even more.

"This marriage is a good thing for Qianjiu Palace and you, the sect master."

"Marriage?! When did Yanzhi get so down that he needed to sell me to win people's hearts?!"

Before reaching the auditorium, Shu Huayan was making a fuss by himself.

Rong Si held his breath and persuaded: "Master Su and you have known each other for many years, why should the sect master make such an embarrassing scene?"

"Su? Su Mei?" Shu Huayan was taken aback, "Are you kidding me?"

"It's me, Xiao Yanhua, do you have any comments?" The bride lifted her hijab, revealing a bright face.

Shu Huayan's eyes darkened, "But I don't like women?"

"Whether you like it or not, the succession of the Yan family depends on you." Su Mo gave him a thumbs up.

Before reaching the auditorium, Shu Huayan felt that he was about to be stimulated and fell ill. After a series of messy etiquettes, he finally entered the auditorium.

Pian Sumo pulled his sleeve and said, "Come on, let's worship our parents."

"Where did I come from?" Shu Huayan was taken aback, and when he looked up, he saw Yan Zhi and Yan Huai, who were mainly dressed in red and black, were sitting on top of him, and they were also wearing the same mask.

He heard Yan Zhi say: "Your food, clothing, housing and transportation are all paid by me. As your parents, I'm your father."

"I've taken care of you all these years, and I'm still your mother." Yan Huai's tone was still cold, but his eyes were serious.

Shu Huayan choked to death, "Are you kidding me?! Fake?!"

"No, being a father is serious." Yan Zhi walked down, "When you get married, I will hand over this Qianjiu Palace to you to take care of."

"Didn't you call me a waste before? You want me to inherit the family business today?" Shu Huayan looked puzzled.

"I was so angry that I couldn't argue with it." Yan Zhi said it seriously.

"Wait, stop." Shu Huayan suddenly calmed down, "Let's not say that I'm not interested in recognizing my brother as a father. It's impossible for Yanzhi to talk like that. If you want to lie to me, can you be more serious?"

"First we got married, then Yan Huai and Yan Zhi tied the knot, and finally I want to inherit the family business? Are you scary here? Are you scarier than demons?!" Shu Huayan's roar resounded through the wedding hall, and the people in the hall All expressions changed, and Su Mo reached out to pull him, "Xiao Yanhua, don't talk nonsense."

"Come on, you guys can't be more fake, I've never seen such an incompetent nightmare." Shu Huayan pulled his hair, and began his preaching behavior: "Mind demon miasma, right? Then you can do it if you want Be more realistic, it is indeed what I am most afraid of, but it is also impossible to happen, this is fake, who are you confusing?"

After staying in the secret realm for more than 100 years, the nightmare demon who turned into a miasma for the first time and was unfavorable as a teacher turned his face, and replied angrily: "Isn't it because the deep fear in your heart is so weird that we can't deal with it! See it and see it!" How?! Can you get out?!"

When two growling lovers collide, it's literally, the room echoes with noise.

"I'm wearing the skin of the person you fear the most, can you move your hand?" the nightmare provocatively.

"You're not real, why can't you do something? It's time for a personal revenge announcement." Shu Huayan was gearing up.

"What about me? With such a beautiful skin, can you handle it?" 'Yan Huai' lifted his mask and looked at Shu Huayan with deep eyes, really pretending to be charming.

The Nightmare Monster can best break through the weakness of human nature. Shu Huayan's biggest weakness is his love of beauty, but the Nightmare Monster wants to weave fear and let people die in pain, not a beautiful dream. Naturally, it is impossible Prepare a room full of beauties for the Shuhua banquet.

"This, I really can't do it." Shu Huayan, who had a serious degree of facial control, fell into deep thought.

*****

Mo Lingyun felt that his luck was quite good, but not particularly good. He pointed casually, but he didn't point to death, and he didn't find the door to life.

When he landed, he was still holding half an unfinished pancake in his hand. Before the vicious men around him could open their mouths, Mo Lingyun raised his hand to signal them to silence, "Wait, let me finish this pancake first."

Another scene that was also deeply in the illusion was blank in front of his eyes, with no evil spirit, no human voice, and he was alone in the vastness of the world.

He waved his hands and recited a formula, but he couldn't sense the existence of Mo Lingyun and Ning Qing. This area of ​​the world cut off any connection with the outside world, and didn't even have the slightest aura.

Jing Rong closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "If you hurt my apprentice and junior, you will pay back ten times."

Still no response.

Ning Qing was not so lucky. When he opened his eyes, he was kneeling in the rain. There was a flash of thunder under the dark sky. The door of the house was closed tightly, and his face was wet. It was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears.

"Master... please... please forgive me and go back..." Ning Qing trembled unconsciously. He repeated his previous movements and knelt down heavily. His stiff knuckles turned white and then blue, making it hard to tell Is this young man shivering from the cold or kneeling.

He knelt down all night and no one paid any attention to him. Not far away, Yun Jing, who was full of tears, held an umbrella to look at him, and begged in a low voice: "Brother, please don't be stubborn with Master... Let's go back..."

"Thousands of mistakes are all the disciple's fault...it has nothing to do with backtracking..." A tear rolled down the corner of his eyes, and even his defense was weak.

"He is a demon, but you want to work with demons." Shimen questioned him.

"He's not..." Ning Qing became hoarse and shook his head. He held on to the corner of Ning Jiuchen's clothes tightly, as if he had caught a glimmer of hope, "Master... Backtracking isn't..."

But with a cold face, Ning Jiuchen kicked him a few meters, saying: "Whoever shields the demon will be punished with the same crime."

"Do you have to die if you have the blood of Moxiu..." He heard him asking himself and answering, "But he hasn't done anything..."

The last look was Shu Hui with a crutch, groping to touch him.

Ning Qing tried hard to show a smile, but held back tears, he called him: "Tuhui..."

When Ning Qing opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of desolation, only the abrupt cabin was fixed not far away, he subconsciously walked there, and when he opened the door, he saw a person sitting upright.

His eyelashes drooped, he tapped lightly on the table with one hand, his slender fingers curled up slightly, which also covered the red mole on the side of the phalanx, he was still dressed in black clothes with wide sleeves, when he raised his hand, his thin wrist appeared whiter than the cuffs , a little red mole on the phalanx is even more distinct.

"Go back..." Ning Qing was dumbfounded.

Following his call, the barren land became bustling. Righteous monks gathered together and shouted slogans: "Kill him! Kill him!"

The people sitting upright in the room didn't respond at all, but Ning Qing had an extra sword in his hand, intending him to cut him with his hands.

Ning Qing didn't want to, so he staggered towards Yan Huai step by step. The moment he touched him, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and the gentleness between his eyebrows and eyes became a little more real. He hugged him and called out in a low voice: "Tuhui..."

"It would be a good thing if we can go to Huifei together." Most of his weight was on Yan Huai's body, the sword in his hand hadn't been released yet, but he was careful not to hurt Yan Huai.

Yan Huai, who hadn't responded all this time, suddenly raised his eyes, stroked Ning Qing's cheek with one hand, and asked him, "Do you want to save me?"

"what……"

This time, Yan Huai's hand fell on Ning Qing's sword-holding hand, and he didn't look away. He seemed to ask himself: "Don't you want to save me?"

*****

It was sunset when Jing Rong rushed to the entrance of Shuyang Secret Realm, Ning Jiuchen looked at him with a frown, and Mo Yue also understood the matter of Jing Rong's soul splitting, and scolded in a deep voice: "As the young master of Xuantian Sect, how can this be so? child's play."

Jing Rong didn't have time to argue with him, and said, "There's something wrong with Zhelan, his soul lamp has been weakening."

Ning Jiuchen frowned and said nothing.

"Master, the secret realm of Shuyang is not as simple as we thought." Jing Rong pursed her lips, "Zhelan suffered a lot of injuries when he was in the tomb of the living dead, and now he bumped into the coffin 72."

"Sky coffin 72 formations?!" Ning Jiuchen's first concern was indeed the formations rather than his apprentices.

"The disciples of other sects and aristocratic families may not have reached the sky coffin, and there are only a few people who have entered the battle, and there is still room for remedial action." Jing Rong held the sword in his hand, which was his natal magic weapon Ling Xiao.

"What do you want?" Ning Jiuchen glanced at the sword in Jing Rong's hand, and immediately became more alert.

"Split open this Shuyang secret realm."

"No."

The uncle and nephew broke up unhappy, Jing Rong in the secret realm was closing his eyes and resting his mind, Mo Lingyun's soul lamp was dancing very well, only Ning Qing's soul power was constantly weakening, and his split soul was trapped in nowhere. He couldn't get out of the human realm, so how could he not be in a hurry.

In fact, it is not only him who is anxious, but also the nightmare monsters in the tomb. They have guarded the tomb for more than 100 years, and finally met strangers. They want to weave nightmares and dreams to make these people die in fear and pain. Swallowed it alive, but this time, only the one surnamed Ning succeeded in getting tricked!

The one surnamed Mo found a good place to squat down and started eating cakes, the one surnamed Jing was too powerful for Nightmare to go there, the one surnamed Yan was holding a needle and didn’t know what he was researching, the one surnamed Rong was even simpler, carrying The big knife cuts all the way and it's done.

Although the one surnamed Shu hasn't come out yet, but he stared at Yan Huai's Yan Huai all day long and murmured, "Who can do it if he looks so good-looking."

Just like chanting sutras!Read it eight hundred times a day!Who can bear this? !