Once Miss Wang Awakens [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

Haystacks, beside the ancient well, there is no one around.

It's like a place that is despised by people.

The figure was floating, very familiar, but at some point, the fog filled the sky.

Even though there is so much fog, he can still remember everything around him clearly. At a glance, it is obviously full of white fog, but it seems that there is no cover at all.

But in front of him, behind him, there are all barriers, it is difficult to move forward, it is difficult to retreat, it is like walking on flat ground, like seeing an abyss.

However, if you jump down, it may be a catastrophe, or it may be a relief.

Compared with the two, the latter attracted him more.

As long as you jump in, you don't have to worry about anything, you don't need to do anything.

At the same time, he was also grabbing a tight thread, pulling him straight, as if he wanted to pull him away from here. As for the destination, he couldn't see it clearly, and he couldn't see it. The abyss is even more terrifying, and it seems to be the other side of everything.

Once there, everything comes to an end, the best.

But Murong Fu had a strange feeling that some people wanted to retreat, but no matter what he was thinking, he could only stand in place, like a wooden stake, firmly pressed against it, motionless.

Like a crossbow on a bow, never look back.

All kinds of things appeared in the mist, understandable and incomprehensible, a slight touch would cause a deep headache, the desire to destroy could not be concealed at all, and the killing intent welled up in the heart, no one could suppress it.

The voices in my ears continued one after another, the same familiarity, the same one that made people want to immerse themselves, and made people try to suppress everything.

But in the mist, there was also a voice calling him.

I don't know when, the confinement finally disappeared, but with the disappearance of the confinement, what followed was not relaxation, but the line and the faint figure that appeared in the mist, as if pulling him repeatedly.

As long as he took a step into the mist, the line behind him would pull him even tighter, as if it could tear his body into two halves at any time.

Can't hold on, can't let go.

The grass is yellow, the wind is blowing, the hooves of the horses can't stop, powerful internal forces compete with each other, some people fight with each other inside, and some people tear off the white things there, from a white shadow to a black shadow, even without a human shape , and went further and further away, as if it had never appeared before, more like a piece of flesh and blood was torn from the body, the line behind him seemed to be dyed red by this mass of flesh and blood, which seemed to make this line more tenacious, also There were a few cracks in the unknown place, cracks that were difficult to fill, but turned around but were filled with flesh and blood.

It became more and more intense, as if it was not a thread, not a rope, but made of his flesh and blood, as long as he didn't touch it, his flesh and blood would leave at that moment, and in the end, only a handful of dry bones remained, and finally fell here , was crushed to pieces.

I can feel pain, I can feel hysteria, and countless destructive desires fill my mind, like a river bursting its embankment, washing away everything.

At the same time, his body seemed to be becoming more and more weak. At that moment, the pulling on his body gradually stopped. At this moment, the thread behind him seemed to be broken, and the place that was pulled by the thread , as if approaching him little by little from the distant shore, countless darkness engulfed him, unscrupulous, unrestrained, and swept towards him with a destructive momentum.

At that moment, what he could feel was more fulfillment, relaxation, even if it was bottomless, even if it was pitch black, but that was what he had been looking for all along.

He was thinking about stepping into it.

It's just that what was swallowed was not only behind him, but also in front of him, the faint shadow in the mist.

At that moment, Murong Fu wanted to grasp everything in the fog, or rather, wanted to grasp that white figure in his hands.

With no other thoughts, he wanted to catch it.

Grab it tightly.

As long as you don't let go, you won't swallow it, and you can bring a white shadow in.

Even with all your might, even with anything.

As long as you can catch it.

The place he wants to go to doesn't mean he thought about swallowing that white shadow.

In other words, there used to be that vague white shadow in that place, but now that thread only binds him alone, and that shadow is in the exact opposite position.

It should have been in one place.

Should have been peers.

The white shadow seemed to leave, seemed to be crying, seemed to be saying something, he couldn't hear clearly, he couldn't hear, he wanted to get closer, the darkness swept even faster, swallowing everything and himself.

Everything around was still stirred into darkness.

They are all gone, do you want to go too?

Murong Fu tried his best to catch the white shadow.

Everything seems to have been done countless times, and it also seems to carry a strangeness that has never been done before.

Only this time, he caught it.

Weakness not only allows him to relax, but also makes it difficult for him to exert strength.

His fingers firmly grasped the white shadow, or rather, grasped her.

Because of the excessive force, there were blue veins on the back of the hand, but everything was still venting, but he grabbed it.

can't go.

Can't let go.

can't leave.

The wrist that was clenched tightly in his hand did not resist, as if he was really trying to keep him.

That is, in one, he seemed to vaguely realize that the thread was not a rope, it was his bone, and the white shadow in front was his flesh and blood.

Separate the two, that's the walking dead.

But anyway, he caught it.

Never let go.

As expected, as expected.

……

The surroundings were terribly quiet, and the rest was a mess, and the sound of the falling debris falling on the ground was extremely clear.

After all, the properties of the medicine came up, no matter how strong the will was, under such circumstances, he still couldn't stop letting go of his strength.

She could clearly feel that the force was getting smaller and smaller, but she still held her wrist, neither wanting to let go nor let go.

Because of the sudden attack just now, the sleeves on his body were scratched by debris for some reason, and he was more or less embarrassed. There was a little sweat on his forehead, and some black hair on the fringes slid down his temples, looking Some messy.

Wang Yuyan put the bottle aside, stretched out her fingers to straighten his hair, he had already closed his eyes, but even after he passed out, he was still a little unsteady, like a frightened phoenix, revealing his hidden secrets. Wang Yuyan leaned down slightly, with the tip of her nose slightly lowered to his, quietly touching someone, pointing her fingertips on his face, as if she was touching the most precious treasure in the world.

The index finger finally fell under the ear, kissed it lightly, and said softly, "I won't leave."

"As long as you don't leave..."

"No, even if you want to go, you can't."

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