The salted fish attack made the master carry the cub

The ghostly aura was rampant, and the whole space seemed to be out of control, completely filled with overwhelming black aura, and the voice calling Qi Wushen's name also increased accordingly.

Originally vague memories, with the sound of calling, flooded into my mind wave after wave, with a splitting headache and tearing up the clamor.

The experience of repaying the karma of the previous life has made Qi Wushen depressed for several days.

Being held hostage by so many negative emotions at the same time, he only felt that he was burdened with a heavy burden, unable to move an inch.

"It's still a little bit close, and it will be successful if you come a little bit more."

Muddy laughter rang out, and the sound of the earth sounded above his head.

almost?

What's close?

Qi Wushen stabilized his figure, and there was an inexplicable tingling sensation on his arm, and suddenly, his blurred vision focused on a group of extremely familiar objects.

In the thick black mist around him, the white mist was out of place.

But in Qi Wushen's eyes, his brain buzzed and his body almost froze.

This white mist is nothing else, it is what was hidden in his body when he was in Dust Realm, and was taken out by Min Fangu later.This thing is made of the flesh and soul of countless monster races, and can control his behavior.

No wonder...

The formation method said that the filthy body is contaminated with the pure soul, he said, under normal conditions, it is impossible to happen.

Now it seems that the opponent's plan is to let that thing enter the soul to control him, so as to reach the ultimate goal.

Knowing that the other party might strike at any time, Qi Wushen made a lot of plans for this.

But knowing was one thing, he had no idea that things would happen so quickly and in this way.

The white mist in front of him was getting closer and closer, and his thoughts burst by memory were not completely clear. He was in a weak state, and he might not be able to fully cope.

Thoughts in Qi Wushen's mind were running fast, and it's not that there is no way to crack it at the moment.

He is in a dream now.

Dream, since it is a dream, as long as it is woken up, it can be successfully escaped.

But the question is...how can it be woken up?

Lin Yangfeng said that he would give him a thin quilt. According to that person's temperament, is it possible to wake him up by the way?

Qi Wushen didn't know, but this was his only hope.

What he didn't see was that one of the three folding fans at his waist was trembling slightly, as if something was about to gush out.

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Lin Yangfeng went out to get a thin quilt, opened the door again, only to find that Qi Wushen was sleeping soundly on the edge of the soft couch.

Fall asleep?This level of heartlessness, and such excellent sleep quality, there is probably no other person in the world.

Holding the thin quilt, he looked at people with a condescending frown, two thoughts in his mind that heaven and man were at war.

—to cover him, or not to cover him?

If you don't help, Bo will be taken for nothing; if you help him, won't you make yourself like a little fairy who serves him?

The best solution is for Qi Wushen to wake up and cover himself with a quilt.

Lin Yangfeng put the thin quilt aside, sat on the small chair, crossed his hands, and stared intently at Qi Wushen, with an expression that seemed to be waiting for a miracle to happen.

His eyes seemed to be on fire, and if a sober person saw it, they would definitely be frightened by the ferocious eyes.

Unfortunately, Qi Wushen didn't realize it, the calm and calm expression on his face was in stark contrast to Lin Yangfeng's tense face.

Until Lin Yangfeng silently counted to three hundred, Qi Wushen didn't seem to wake up at all.

The scorching breath gushed out from the nostrils, Lin Yangfeng's eyes tightened, and his lips were tightly pursed.

For a moment, he closed his eyes, then opened them again.

Stiff body, bent down proudly, and covered Qi Wushen with a quilt.

Only this time, Lin Yangfeng muttered with resentment in his heart.

His hand pulled up the quilt little by little, and when it passed Qi Wushen's waist, his fingertips accidentally touched the folding fan hanging there.

The moment he touched the folding fan, something jumped out of the folding fan and went straight to Qi Wushen's heart.

"Huh?" Lin Yangfeng muttered, frowning.

A scorching hot feeling that was about to burn his flesh rushed up along his fingertips.

The small piece of skin on the fingertips was scalded black, and he felt a strong tingling sensation, and he immediately withdrew his hand. At the same time, the expression on Qi Wushen's face, who was sleeping on the couch, changed.

There is some pain, as if to wake up, but I can't wake up no matter what.

Ghost press?

Lin Yangfeng looked down at him for a moment, tentatively stretched out his hand, and pushed Qi Wushen's shoulder.

"Whoosh-"

The next second, Qi Wushen stood up suddenly.

The boy stroked his chest, breathing extremely fast, as if drowning.

For a moment, his eyes changed from discrete to focused.

"Having a nightmare?" Lin Yangfeng stroked his fingertips that were still in pain.

"Ah... ah... that's right." The young man was still in shock.

"Why did you want to wake me up?" he asked.

"No."

pat-

The folding fan fell to the ground, Lin Yangfeng bent over to pick it up, and handed it to Qi Wushen.

"It's not me waking you up, it's the driving spirit in your fan that rushed suddenly, and I see that your reaction is not right."

"The driving spirit?"

Qi Wushen looked down and saw that the bamboo fan was slowly unfolded, and the radiant children on it were stained with black air and were slowly turning into ink, as if they had lost their lives.

He was stunned for a moment, half of the child's body could no longer move, Qi Wushen stretched out his hand to stop it, but the disappearance of the spirit body seemed to be an irreversible process, no matter what he did, he was powerless.

"Ah..." Qi Wushen panicked instantly.

According to Lin Yangfeng, it was not his intention to wake him up, but because of the impact of the driving spirit in the folding fan.

Obviously, because of the existence of the contract, Nian Nian entered the dream together with him, and fought against those things to wake him up.

How to do how to do?

Nian Nian is about to disappear, he has witnessed too many separations and farewells, close relatives and flesh and blood.

Do you want to do it again?

Lin Yangfeng was stunned: "What's the matter, this is..."

Although it is not clear what exactly happened, this posture is very similar to that the driving spirit on the natal weapon is rapidly dissipating due to injury and damaged spiritual power.

Visible to the naked eye, Qi Wushen's hands were trembling, and the expression on the handsome young man's face was tangled up, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

With the same strong emotions as before, everything he said at this moment seemed to be interrupting.

Lin Yangfeng watched from the sidelines with his eyebrows frowned, and the tails of his brows that were originally raised drooped slightly at this moment, as if stained by sadness.

For a moment, Qi Wushen seemed to remember something, and he began to search frantically.

Lin Yangfeng had never seen Qi Wushen in such a panic, he wanted to reach out to help find him, but he didn't know what the young man was looking for.

"It's...not bad." The rummaging stopped, and the tense shoulders visibly relaxed for a second.

Lin Yangfeng looked along, and saw that the young man was holding a pearl hairpin in his hand. The style of the pearl hairpin was not complicated, and it was almost the same as the common styles in Chenyu.

"This is?" Lin Yangfeng said.

Qi Wushen still didn't answer, only to see him holding the fan in one hand and the pearl hairpin in the other, stabbing the former towards the latter suddenly.

stab-

As expected, the scene of the pearl hairpin piercing the folding fan did not appear.

The moment of contact, the pearl hairpin lost its substance, and its spiritual power almost exploded. The full spiritual power quickly wrapped the bamboo fan, and waves of air accompanied by strong light hit the entire warm pavilion.

Even Nan Tianzun in the meeting hall at the side noticed this change.

"Come here first today, we will discuss it tomorrow."

He waved away the crowd, got up and walked towards Nuan Pavilion.

Indoors, the dazzling glare and majestic spiritual power took away Lin Yangfeng's ability to see things for a while.

Although he couldn't see it, he heard a long laugh.

The mottled bamboo fan in Qi Wushen's hand was still the same as before, but with a thin layer of gold trim.

Spiritual power continuously overflowed from the border, and the part that had faded into ink was re-dyed with radiant colors, and the child who was nailed in place also became alive.

The child's picture smiled, and the corners of Qi Wushen's eyes also curved up, but there were a few tears on the corners of the curved eyes.

Saved, he succeeded.

The folding fan of Daoist Huasheng was actually used in this way!

At this moment, the door of the Nuan Pavilion was opened, and Nan Tianzun poked his head out from the outside.

"Hey, what happened to the spiritual flow just now? What happened to you?"

Lin Yangfeng was dumbfounded, Qi Wushen took the initiative to take over the conversation.

"No," he said, "just..."

"I know where they hid him!" the boy said with a smile.

"Oh?" Nan Tianzun raised his eyebrows, "Where is it?"