The devil is the savior

After an unknown amount of time, Jingfeng woke up faintly.Sensing the change in front of him, Jing Feng hurriedly slapped the ground, turned over and stood up.Watching the surroundings vigilantly, the immature face showed a solemnity and defense that did not belong to this age.At some point, the silver scepter was already in his hand, and he seemed to be preparing to strike back all the time.

Looking around, there is nothing but white and no other colors.

Extremely white, a little dazzling.

It seemed that the surrounding area was quiet, but Jingfeng didn't dare to lower his vigilance.He gained a lot of wisdom from a pitfall, and he didn't dare to let go of his guard at all after learning the lesson from last time.

Suddenly, Jingfeng froze, his little face was full of horror.

He checked his body in disbelief, but found that there was no scar at all, and he didn't feel any pain.

Could it be that the battle just now was just an illusion?Or is the current space just an illusion?

Jingfeng raised his defense to the highest level, staring at the nothingness in front of him without blinking, for fear that there would be a change in the next second.Now he has no heart to despise the second baptism at all.Although those monsters are easy to deal with, the sudden changes from time to time are too hurtful.

"Very well, it seems that you have learned to be vigilant, so let's go to the next floor!" A vague voice suddenly appeared around Jingfeng.With a trace of admiration, it's misty, and it's hard to tell where it came from.

Before Jing Feng could react, the surrounding environment suddenly changed.It seems that someone is rendering and painting on the spread white paper. With a wave of his hand, a small stream blocks the front, and with a wave of his hand, fish dive and jump to play in the water.

Jing Feng stared blankly at the fish in the stream that appeared out of nowhere in this white world, froze in place, and didn't know how to react.But the strange thing is that his hand is still tightly holding the silver scepter in his hand.It seems that as long as there is a change, he will be able to chant spells in the first reaction.

The man drew the fish in the stream, and it seemed that it was not finished. Immediately afterwards, straight and thick trees stood by the stream, with overgrown grass and trees, and lying shrubs. In a short while, the empty world has turned into greenery. lush forest.

Jingfeng raised his head, and the weak sunlight sprinkled mottled and fragmented tree shadows on the ground through the fine gaps. It seemed that the sun was setting and he was returning home at night.

For some reason, Jingfeng didn't dare to let go of his vigilance easily.After observing for a while, Jingfeng didn't seem to find any danger, so Jingfeng walked cautiously and tried to move forward.

After checking the surrounding environment, Jingfeng found a big tree suitable for resting, and floated up with a floating technique.Leaning against the tree trunk, Jing Feng sat down slowly.Holding the silver scepter in his hand, he did not dare to relax in the slightest.

That voice just now is probably the creator of this space, right?Could it be the voice of the first God King Xuanchen?

For some reason, whenever Jing Feng thought of the God King and those magic spells, he felt uncomfortable.It was as if there was a demon in his mind, telling him all the time that the god king was nothing, magic was nothing, and it was useless at all! ! !

Although he was full of disdain in his heart, he had always concealed these thoughts very well, and he was also very proficient in reciting and using magic.

Although Jingfeng is young, he also knows the place where he lives, and the respect for these magic and god kings is beyond everything.Even if it is that life to fill up this belief, it will not hesitate.Once he exposes these blasphemous thoughts, everyone waiting for him will criticize him, and even His Majesty the Pope, who loves him, will wave his stick at each other.

Putting these aside, Jingfeng's thoughts turned back and forth to the test.

The voice said he had passed the first test: vigilance.But it didn't even mention what the second test was, it just made the world look like this, which is puzzling.

The setting sun gradually disappeared, and the night fell quietly.

The night was quiet, except for the soft chirping of cicadas and the singing of nightingales.

It was the first time I spent the night alone in such an eerie forest.Feelings of homesickness flooded uncontrollably, thinking of being held in the arms of his adoptive father when he was a child, listening to him singing the holy tune of light, although he didn't care much about those words praising the gods.But the warm and tender feeling lying in the arms of his adoptive father made him miss it for a long time.

"Father..." Jingfeng couldn't help muttering.My mind couldn't help but feel dazed, Xuan Luo's figure in white clothes standing in the sky suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

"Father!" Jingfeng cried out in surprise, and subconsciously rubbed his eyes.The white voice standing proudly above the void still floats in front of my eyes.

Jingfeng hurriedly flew forward, threw herself into Xuanluo's arms, hugged him tightly, and remained silent.

Xuan Luo lightly rubbed Jing Feng's blue hair, fell to the ground lightly, and said, "What's wrong with Feng'er?"

"Father!" Jingfeng called out aggrievedly, and his eyes turned red.With his adoptive father not around, he had to face everything by himself.Even if it is dangerous, he can only face it with strength.

But once Xuan Luo appeared, Jing Feng seemed to have support.Nesting beside Xuan Luo, he chattered endlessly about what happened to him, and even twitched from time to time, feeling extremely wronged.

The first test was the simplest. Although Jingfeng encountered some dangers, they were all saved.He, who has always been proud, shouldn't be so aggrieved to ask for comfort.But for some reason, after seeing Xuan Luo, the shock and astonishment in his stomach seemed to explode in an instant.

Xuan Luo lowered her head, her black pupils flickering with obscure emotions.He gently stroked Jingfeng's blue hair, extending it to his back and then upwards.With a soft voice, he comforted slowly: "Feng'er, don't be afraid, there is a foster father!"

"Well, en." Feeling the caress behind him, he couldn't help but feel frightened and drowsy.He replied vaguely, slipped into Xuan Luo's arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

Xuan Luo felt the person in his arms fall asleep, and stopped the movements of his hands.Staring coldly at Jingfeng's peaceful sleeping face, his dark pupils, like black jade, flickered with bloodthirsty emotions, and then quietly disappeared.

Xuan Luo shook his neck, slightly adjusted the angle of Jingfeng, embraced him, leaned his back against the tree trunk behind him, and fell asleep.

The moonlight poured on the two of them, drawing their shadows closer together.The cicadas are singing softly, the nightingale is singing intermittently, the night is quiet, revealing the warmth and confusion that only belong to the night.